Selling to live.
It was around 6:45 AM on 30 th of July when I arrived at the Bhopal Junction railway station, was with 6 other batchmates, all going back to start our third semester commencing the next day. Tired as hell of the long 21 hour travel, I was looking forward for a taxi to drop us to IISERB. Selling, by many, is considered an art . I witnessed that art just after I got out of the railway station, demonstrated by passenger hungry taxi/autorickshaw drivers, even though I saw a few flaws in the way they were selling, but it was just great situation to be in for a sales and marketing enthusiast like me. The prices they quoted initially were surely much higher than the face value of the service we could get from OLA/UBER. I kept listening and consequently negotiation with them, started becoming more interesting with time. It was also quite humbling for me as I could, hear the hunger in their voice, see the sleep in their partly dark circled, red eyes, feel the...