The DARK TRUTH about Real Estate!

As the whiskey cascaded into his glass,

A wide grin spread across my dad's face.

“I received my salary BEFORE-TIME, Bittu (my nickname)

Only ME”

He must’ve pulled off something truly extra-ordinary at his workplace,

Considering the vibes he was radiating.

And as the night unfolded,

The conversation effortlessly flowed.

“I must say this,

Even though I'm earning just 40 thousand rupees,

It feels like I'm making a lakh!"

12 years

A mixture of highs and mostly lows

Had the power to bring forth a solitary tear from him.

My eyes opened in DISBELIEF.

As I hardly witnessed a single tear escape his eyes since I was born.

But being a man made him wipe it off in a micro-second and a half.

“Starting a career”, he said

“In the Real Estate as a broker is daunting, son.”

Curiosity overcame me,

As my ears abruptly twisted 90 degrees upward, to know how.

I've witnessed him relentlessly grinding day and night,

Only to receive a meager sum of under 300 dollars,

Over the course of three to four months.

Picture yourself as a man in his forties,

Juggling the weight of numerous responsibilities like:

• His own expenses

• A child, a wife

• Expenses of his parents

• Bills, taxes, ration, etc.

And all you have is 300$, that too

With a possibility ratio of 50%.

He described how,

Throughout an entire year,

Half of his time was spent in the office doing absolutely nothing.

Fervently whispering a prayer to the heavens,

Yearning for the arrival of a much-needed client,

As a truly heavenly blessing.

He used to describe this 12-year-time-span

As the “Period of Droughts”

Getting barely any clients, strained relationships with his parents,

Desperately yearning for that single drop.

The drop of satisfaction, solace

From all the dark clouds of such problems.

He also told me how he would find himself

Gazing longingly at the office entrance,

Hoping that a client would stroll in and,

At the very least,

Make a modest purchase of even a little shop.

The mixture of his emotions were damn confusing.

On the outside, he looked cheerful,

Being glad about escaping the void of emptiness.

But in the inside, I sensed sadness.

I heard his mind with my naked ears when it said,

“I won, but at what cost?”

He sacrificed his family time,

& the relationships to get stronger at his field,

Working 10 hours a day,

Only to find that his pursuit

Led him down a path of emptiness and haunting memories

Instead of the success he had hoped for.

So,

If you’re on the hunt for any kind of property,

Don't just rely on finding the best broker,

Because they have a tendency

To gather a bunch of little players and feast on their commission like it's a buffet.

Instead,

You must visit the real estate shops that nobody goes to.

Remember,

That’s it for the day folks,

Peace,
V