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Love is like an old wine My trip to Bangalore was over and it was time to take the same double decker train to Chennai. It was a trip which enriched my knowledge about the business, marketing, operations and ethics by few notches. My brother being a first generation entrepreneur gave lots of heads up about how he runs his company Comparetokar.com, which he will be revamping to RideMonk.com (suggested by me Bro, any royalty? :P) soon.  How he is running the operations, equities, marketing, Adsense etc.  I also gave some ideas over a glass of cold micro brewed beer at Toit, and I hope few will soon come into picture.  And ya, congratulations on getting hitched brother. Coming back to the train, I feel like sharing some of my experiences with the world or at least few who read my blog. In front of me was an old couple, both might be touching 70s, and with no conversation at all as if don’t know each other and on my left was a couple, newly married, a very ta...

The sun was out and the birds could be seen trying to touch the sky and making enough noise, as if telling me “Wake up, if we are trying why aren’t you?” I woke up with dreary eyes still trying to recollect the dream I saw last night. The pillow was resting on the floor, covered by a bed sheet. Lamp was flickering periodically with a little pause here and there on the side table, completely made up of wood with some Italian design on the top, and a known fragrance was tickling my nose. My head was throbbing, as if hit by something hard. I was half covered with a white blanket which had a dark red stain on it. I could sense something on the right side of my forehead; a bruise. My fingers quickly rushed towards that bruise, to be surprised by a medicated tape. ‘Was I hit by a mob?’ I thought with a rather strange feeling of excitement. But, I couldn’t recall anything; ‘May be because of the bruise’, I thought. I stood up and then I realised that I was in an unknown territor...