Why being stopped at the entry gate of a housing society can feel as good as an orgasm!

The point where the agent is stopped, inevitably! 

"Yes sir. Who did you say you want to see? And which apartment number would that be?", inquired the security guard at the entrance of that neat apartment complex.
"Well, his name is Mr. Sanjeev Gupta and he lives in one of the 1382 Sq ft apartments in Block 6. He works at IBM and his wife would be Ms. Divya Gupta", I replied, putting all the information I had about him into it.
The security dude gave me a look that I had not seen in a long time. And why wouldn't he? Go back to my description and that is not the standard way to look for a person at a housing society's security post. What kind of a geek would go about looking for a person, by the square footage of his apartment? Unless the geek is the agent who sold him that home when all that impressive brick, mortar and garden behind the security post was a large colour plan on an A3 paper. Nothing more.

The Gold Standard

I read this somewhere and find it true. The orgasm, if and when it happens is the Gold Standard of human pleasure. What happens in your mind when you are experiencing orgasm is pretty simple. As you reach climax, your mind starts minimizing or closing the various programs, windows and other to dos that are burdening the microprocessor in your mind. When you do experience that magic moment, your mind is filled with pure pleasure if you could call it that. Nothing else exists. That short stretch of climax is devoid of fear, anxiety, emotions and pain. Of course it all starts flooding back, sometimes even harder than before as you slump, happy and spent, shortly after er, arriving.


Most things we feel are often measured up and rated with this gold standard of having an orgasm. In my life, the day when I owned a two wheeled Honda import and the day I could play the drums exactly as played in the Smashing Pumpkins song 'Geek U.S.A' figure as the two days I felt something as close to an orgasm. And then, there was this similar feeling swelling inside me at the security check post.

The Sale

Some eleven years ago, a cold call and a few more spirited spirited follow up calls landed me at the IBM office, where I met Mr. Sanjeev Gupta. He worked there as a consultant then and wanted to buy a new home. The apartment complex, whose gate I was standing at presently was a mere paper brochure then. I still remember the amazing 3D rendering of the buildings on those pages. Today, that image was alive in front of me. Those blocks and flats had people living in them. The sight filled me with joy and pleasure.

After two site visits and more follow up calls, Mr. Gupta called me over to his place one Sunday and booked his 3 BHK home. It was exactly 1382 Sq ft in size, super built up. Divya mam was the most graceful lady I had ever met. I kept looking at her as she went about fetching papers and signing forms along with her husband. I would want a wife like that, I was sure and I made a mental note of the same immediately.

That hour spent with the Guptas was one of the many islands of relief I experienced those days when I worked from 8 AM to 9 PM everyday, summer, winter and rains, selling homes that were nothing more than dreams in CMYK colour. I went home with a big cheque and a completed application form that night. There was nothing pending. From the PAN to the passport photos, everything was in place, perfect. Divya mam ensured that it was that way. I went on to sell another forty or fifty homes in that project to people from various walks of life.

Stopped at the Gates

"Sorry sir, but we don't have anyone by that name and your description does not fit anyone we know", said the guard curtly, thinking of my happy smile as some kind of a nuisance in the making.
"Never mind bhaiya", I replied, looking at the entry pathways and the large fountain in the centre, just like the pictures in the brochure I carried, ten years ago.
Simply watching that whole place thriving with life's activities gave me so much pleasure that my mind summoned the gold standard check again. And it passed. Here I was, feeling as good as that, being stopped at the pretty gates of something I would walk in and out of many times a day, amidst hundreds of workers and large construction cranes, busy building a dream.

If you have been in the real estate industry long enough, you will know what I mean. Because I am sure that there are so many of you out there, who have felt the same. And some, who are roaming the streets to this day, hoping to catch a glimpse of your very own Divya mam like icon again. I say keep going, dear broker. Life is not about a grand destination you are going to reach one fine morning. It is about the journey. And I am glad I am making the most of it.

Cheers!
-Rahul Mishra

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