FivePoint excerpt

From five point someone by Chetan Bhagat  "They're out!" Alok said shaking Ryan's shoulder on a Saturday morning as if India had won the World Cup or naked women were rolling on the grass outside. "The major results are out!" "I want to sleep," Ryan said, burrowing deeper under the quilt that Alok eventually succeeded in tugging off. We eventually reached the insti where a crowd of students had gathered to see their first set of grades. From these one could determine their first grade point average, or GPA, on the 10-point scale. The topper would be close to 10.00, while the average would be around 6.50. We, however, were closer to the bottom. Clicking through the scientific calculator, Alok calculated our scores. "Ok, Hari is at 5.46 and... Ryan is at 5.01 and I ...I'm at 5.88," Alok said. "So all of us are five-pointers," I said, as if making a particularly insightful comment. "Congrats Alok, you have topped amongst us," Ryan said. Topped amongst us, I thought. As if we were the high-brain society or something. These were pathetic grades: we ranked in the high 200s in a class of 300 students. Alok recalculated his score, hoping for some miracle to happen on the calculator. But miracles never happen in IIT, only crap grades do. 

© Chetan Bhagat