Having lived in our house for near 20 odd years, the marriage magic made me go in persuite of a new house. Initially I wanted to buy a bigger house so that we could live in it comfortably. Nobody foresaw the requirements for a Washing machine, Various killer applications like mixie, Grinder and off course our beloved car and bike!
I caught hold of 5 brokers and specified that the area has to be south bangalore only. Once a southie allways a southie. Having heard that I had returned to India very recently – the brokers smelt the sweet smell of money and myself of a proud owner of a home.
The broker said “come to office on saturday morning sir.. you will definetly like the houses I show you”. Myself and mother went to his real estate office wondering what was so real about it. Big chief smiled a golden tooth and asked his assistant to show us all the NEW properties in the area – as if we were buying fresh vegetables.
Seena rode on a bike in front and we followed him. Houses came in various size and shape and health too. Most of them had similar problems known to us – too small , on the first floor, Red – oxide ( which father in law will give his daughters hand to an animal living in redoxide flooring!), House on main road etc etc.
After all this we found a wonderfull house but it was in first floor. I objected saying something about aged parents and climbing up. Seena, smelling money closed in and said with wisdom “Ones they climb up the stairs, they dont have to come down sir…, there are servents who can easily do all the shopping around ..”.
So impressed were the muslim couple they said “you guys move in on rental basis and if you like – you can buy it or forget it”. Keeping my sensitve nostrils up, I politely turned down the offer – Visiting card of a software company makes magic.
Over the next couple of months seena and our hunt concluded – not that we decided any house but the brokers consoritrum concluded that we were false alarm and not really interested.
Taking those hints, I scouted the local news papers, internet, even my Gopal mama’s connections.
By the end of first 5 months, I had really understood how real estate agents work, their grouping, commission distribution, passing of stale property with high amounts, induced hikes in imaginary sales et all.
I gave my mothers breaking back a months rest. Lots of brainstorming later on one fine evening i got convinced that old houses are really not worth it. So back to square one.
My friend prashanth opened up his small secret now. They have purchased a brand new site in a new layout – its damn cheap and if interested he can put me through the broker for a site in the same layout.
Viola! Why didnt I think of it. Mother casually said “Site is a good idea but we both are too old and weak to sustain another regimen of contractor”. The current house had seen 6 different contractors and 12 different muddles they had created.
Between the devil and deep sea, I plunged bermuda deep into site searching. We roamed the length and breadth akin to tigers in a jungle – but no purchase!
As usual my good friend knows how to clinch the deal – he being a businessman. He took a small piece of paper and calculated how much it would cost to build my dream rather than purchase upfront and alter. Both cases invovled money and here at least I can get a brand new one to my ideas!
The final nail into this coffin was struck by prashanth who opinioned that “since this area is under developed, current rates are low and you will allways get a 200% appriciation in rates once the area developes mohan – the idea is to buy under developed area and sell off when it gets developed”.
I nooded my head to that arithematic and common sense. March 1999, I got the site registered.
We had a very friendly neighbourhood contractor who was ex-L&T and we immideatly got down to “planning”.
After consultaion with Vasthu experts I found out we could only have some small boxes which offered one single utility like either cooking, sleeping or sky watching.
Thats when our contractor great used his practical experience and over rode all the vasthu expetise of mom and suggested counter effects. This finally got the utility spaces into some form.
The routine works started and after lots of kicking, fuming, threataning the house warming was done and keys handed over.
Atlast – we moved in in May 2000 with my spouse and started enjoying life.
But into the first week, we suddenly heard the door bell chimes at middle of night!!
Alarmed of some thugs we peeped out of window and even the keyhole. Nobody!!
Spooky it was and we forgot. Suddenly one bright sunny afternoon with the door open, it rang! We saw each others face as it was doing this automatically. The local electrican then confirmed that surge in power had tickled the sensitive electornic sound chimer into action!
This chiming used to happen when it rained and we had a good ligthning and after installing two switches too, the chiming continued. Finally fed up we replaced the electornic guy with a manual old type one. Life is silent from then onwards.