دانلود رمان انگلیسی “400 روز”

‘I hate this stupid UPSC exam,’ I said, tossing my pen onto the table. I read the exam question from a previous year’s General Studies paper again. Locate the following places on a map of India and write about their significance: a) Karakoram Range b) Gadchiroli c) Tawang d) Malkangiri e) Jaitapur While I couldn’t locate any of the places on the map of India, I could definitely locate a niggling feeling in my stomach. It told me my IPS preparations were crap. I only had two attempts left before I reached the upper age limit of thirty-two years for the exam. My dream of becoming an IPS officer was going to be flushed down the Karakoram Range and get lost somewhere between Malkan-giri and Jaitapur, wherever the hell those places were. ‘Tea’s ready,’ my mother called out from the living room. I ignored her. I wanted to be an IPS officer instead of running a tiny detective agency like I was doing at present. As a senior cop, I could solve a lot more crimes and help society. Noble, right? The problem is, the tough UPSC exam for civil services doesn’t give a damn about nobility. Over a million people apply. Among those, a general category student like me has to achieve a top-500 rank if they want an IPS seat. ‘This is insane,’ I said, shoving away my textbook. ‘Keshav, tea. Come now.’ My father’s explosive voice made me stand up in reflex. There’s something about Indian fathers. When they call you, it’s always urgent. ‘I called you earlier,’ my mother said, pouring me a cup of tea.