It was at Patel Nagar that a 65-70 year old typical Delhite uncle.. Slightly bald, pot bellied, and an expensive looking shirt with weird polka dots, with a strong strange smelling perfume, sat besides me.

I was engrossed into the thrilling Lee Child novel, and then suddenly, I started hearing terms from him while talking on his big golden iPhone, which forced me to take attention: Equity, debentures, term sheets, share market, BSE, NRI investors, Hotel Taj Palace, follow up, intimation, 4.5 crore via Cyprus bank account, dinner at Hard Rock Cafe and more.

Via his talks, I had come to know that he is getting down at Mandi House, has an Audi and a BMW, few flats at Lutyen's and few at GK 2, M block market.


And then, I realized that the goggles he is wearing is of Tom Ford, and that sleek black carry bag he has is of Gucci.. And the soft leather shoes he is wearing sounded like a complex Italian brand I couldn't even recognize.


The train had arrived at Mandi House, and he started to get up.

I poked him..

"So sir, are you into investment banking or something? Moving money, eh?"


Slightly surprised, but not shocked, he looked at me, gave a slight smile, and said, "More of a felicitator, you see. Connecting people, finalizing business exchanges."


"Interesting, any tips for the poor?"


The train had stopped, and he was about to dash out.

"Ha ha. Rule #1, don't be poor. Rule #2, Don't lose money. And last rule.. Show them dreams. Sell those dreams..and fulfill those dreams. "

He just managed to get out in the nick of time, and the train has started.


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