It started in a garage in Barrie

The house was on College Crescent in Barrie. Five of them lived there, students mostly, the usual arrangement where nobody is quite sure whose dishes those are. Aasees, Lakshit and Teja had the same address before they had a company.
In late September 2024, Aasees was coming back from Brampton after visiting family. He had gotten there using one of those apps that matches you with someone already making the drive so you can split the cost. It worked fine. That was the problem.
Somewhere on the highway back to Barrie, the thing that had been sitting at the back of his head for a while finally got in the way of everything else. There is an app for sharing a car with a stranger. There is an app for renting a stranger's apartment. An app for almost every logistical problem a person can have. There is no app for the actual thing, which is that it is Friday, you have nothing on, and the idea of asking anyone to do something feels like more effort than staying in.
He got back to the house and found Lakshit in the garage.
What happened next was not a pitch. It was one person talking too fast and another person interrupting with questions, which is usually how you can tell an idea is working. Lakshit did not need convincing. He started adding to it within a couple of minutes.
At some point Aasees asked him a specific question. If you think about doing something completely impromptu, no plan, and you want to get up and go somewhere, what word comes to mind?
Lakshit said impulsive. Then he said it again slower. Impulsive. Impuls. ImpulsTrip.
Aasees had arrived at the same name about twenty minutes earlier and had been sitting on it, waiting to see if it would come up on its own.
They bought the domain that night. It was late enough that it was technically the next day.
Teja woke up a few hours later and got the whole thing explained to him standing in a kitchen before anyone had eaten anything. He was in before they finished. He still describes it as one of the best days he has had, which is a strange thing to say about a morning where nothing actually happened yet.
By that point they had a name, a domain, three people, and no idea what they were doing.
The garage is the fun part of the story. The next few weeks are the part that matters.
None of them had a background in business. So they went and got one, in the least efficient way possible, by needing each piece and then learning it. How to incorporate. What a corporation actually is and what it makes you responsible for. Accounting. Finance. Liability, which is the one that keeps you up, because the entire idea rests on two people who have never met deciding to be in the same place at the same time. What verification has to look like. What a host should be able to control and what they should not. What happens when something goes wrong, because eventually something will.
They argued through all of it. Not casually. Properly, for weeks, the way you do when you are aware that you are not qualified and you are trying to close that gap by sheer volume of thinking.
Aasees describes that stretch as doing an MBA. It felt less like building an app and more like building a structure. Brick by brick, argument by argument, until every problem they could think of had an answer sitting behind it.
That is the version nobody puts in a pitch deck. The garage makes a better story. The weeks after it are the reason there is still a company two years later.
Everything else on this page happened after that night.