Three Mistakes of My Life by Chetan Bhagat

'I want kebabs,' Ali said promptly.
'Kebabs? In the shop?' I hesitated.
'Fine, just don't tell anyone,' Omi said.
'He's ready,' Ish said. His face glowed behind the smoke of roasting kebabs at
Qazi dhaba. 'Did you see him play? He can wait, run and support others. He plays
along until time comes for the big hits. Fielding sucks, but other than that, he is
perfect. He is ready, man.' The smell of chicken tikka filled my nostrils. Omi was
really missing a lot in life. 'For what?' I asked.
'Australia is touring India at present, right?' Ish said as the waiter packed our
order of rumali rotis, lamb skewers and chicken tikka with onions and green
chutney. 'So?' I said.
'He is ready to meet the Australians.'