Real Talk on Real Estate | Bharathvasi Properties | May 2026 | 7 min read
Every villain has a backstory. Mine started with a rental agreement, a two-month deposit, and a landlord who called himself ‘like family.’ Spoiler: he was not like family.
I want you to sit with a number for a moment.
₹15,00,000
Gone. Vanished. Returned to the universe via my landlord’s bank account.
Fifteen lakhs. In five years. On rent.
Not on a car. Not on a holiday. Not on something I could at least Instagram. On rent. On the privilege of sleeping inside four walls that belonged to someone else, under rules I didn’t make, with a 10-month notice period clause I never read.
This is that story. It is painful. It is funny. And it has a happy ending — but only because I finally did something about it.
Chapter 1: The Innocent Years (₹0 – ₹3,60,000)
It was 2019. I had just landed my first real job in the city. ₹18,000 a month felt like a fortune. I found a 1BHK for ₹8,000 a month — “fully furnished,” which meant a ceiling fan, a plastic chair, and a suspicious stain on the wall that the owner described as “just paint.”
I was happy. I was independent. I was paying someone else’s loan EMI without knowing it.
The landlord came every month to collect cash. In person. Like it was 1987. He would drink my tea, comment on how I’d arranged the furniture (his furniture), and leave. I thought this was normal. This was not normal.
💸 Year 1 rent total: ₹96,000. What I owned at the end of it: The memory of that suspicious wall stain.
Chapter 2: The Upgrade Era (₹3,60,000 – ₹7,80,000)
Promotion hit. Salary went up. Naturally, I upgraded. Found a 2BHK. “Because I deserve it,” I told myself with the confidence of someone who had not done any math.
₹14,000 a month. New area. Better locality. Closer to office. The landlord here was “modern” — he had a property manager who sent WhatsApp messages instead of showing up. Progress!
What the listing didn’t mention: The water came for exactly 45 minutes each morning. If you missed it, you were making peace with yesterday’s decisions. Also the “gym” in the basement was one treadmill and someone’s abandoned yoga mat.
Rent increased 8% at the end of Year 2. “As per agreement,” the WhatsApp message said. I did not remember this clause. I had signed the agreement while watching Netflix.
💸 Years 2–3 rent total: ₹4,20,000. What I owned: A strongly worded opinion about 45-minute water timings.
Chapter 3: The Delusion Phase (₹7,80,000 – ₹12,00,000)
By Year 4, I had convinced myself that renting was “financially smart.” I had read one article about “rent vs. buy” that said renting gives you flexibility. I forwarded it to three people. I brought it up at dinner parties.
“I’m not tied down,” I would say, sipping my ₹350 craft beer. “I can move anywhere. I’m liquid.“
Liquid. That’s the word I used. Like I was a sophisticated investor, not a man who owned exactly one piece of furniture (a bookshelf, Ikea, self-assembled incorrectly, slightly leaning).
Then the landlord sold the apartment. I had 60 days to leave. My “flexibility” was activated — except I hadn’t wanted to activate it. I had wanted to stay. And suddenly I was paying a higher deposit somewhere new, with a new set of rules, and a new stain on a new wall.
💸 Years 4–5 rent total: ₹4,20,000 + ₹2,80,000 deposit (temporarily). What I owned: The humbling realisation that “flexible” and “powerless” are sometimes the same word.
Chapter 4: The Reckoning (Also Known As: The Spreadsheet)
One quiet Sunday — no plans, no distractions, just me and a half-eaten packet of biscuits — I opened a spreadsheet. Not for work. Just to know. Just to look the number in the eye.
I added up five years of rent. Every month. Every hike. Every “as per agreement.”
| Year | Monthly Rent | Annual Total |
|---|---|---|
| 2019 | ₹8,000 | ₹96,000 |
| 2020 | ₹14,000 | ₹1,68,000 |
| 2021 | ₹15,120 | ₹1,81,440 |
| 2022 | ₹18,000 | ₹2,16,000 |
| 2023 | ₹28,000 | ₹3,36,000 |
| Total | — | ₹15,00,000 😶 |
I stared at it for a long time. The biscuits went stale. I didn’t notice.
Fifteen lakhs. No asset. No equity. No return. Just a series of memories in other people’s houses, and a deposit I was still chasing from 2021.
That was the moment the villain was born. Not an evil villain. Just a very determined one. One who had made a decision.
Chapter 5: The Redemption Arc 🌱
I didn’t buy a house. I couldn’t afford one — not yet, not in the city, not without a 20-year loan that would make my future self extremely unhappy.
But I bought a plot.
On the outskirts of the city. In an area where infrastructure was coming. At a price that didn’t require me to sell a kidney or both. I put down what I had saved — carefully, painfully, over two years — and I signed the documents.
And then something strange happened.
I stopped feeling like a tenant in my own life.
My rent didn’t stop — I still live in a rented apartment, I’m not a miracle worker. But now I pay rent knowing I’m also building something. That plot sits there, appreciating quietly, answering to no landlord, subject to no 8% annual hike clause. It’s mine. Its name is mine. Its future is mine.
Someday — when I’m ready, when the time is right — something will be built on it. A home. An asset. A story that starts with me, not with a rental agreement someone else wrote.
The villain’s final monologue:
“₹15 lakhs taught me one thing: money you can’t trace back to something real is money that evaporated. A plot is traceable. A plot is real. A plot stays. And unlike my old landlord, it will never call itself ‘like family’ and then sell the apartment under me.”
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