Journey of a Broker- Borivali to Boston

journey of a broker -borivali to boston





By Accommodation Times News Service

By Vinayak N.H (Adapted form book Journey of a broker-  Borivali to Boston)

Vishal Doshi was in his late thirties and well built for his age with a paunch getting obvious at places. He was missing Diksha, his wife who had gone to her parents and now was almost week’s time. How he missed her during mornings……A very peace loving character with hatred to violence, he was always calm though not same in is teenage and younger times. He was famous for his tantrums in the society and lots of ‘dadagiri’.

But over a period, time had made him wiser earlier than necessary for his circumstances. When he thought about his early days he smiled warmly……He was a first class commerce graduate with no inclination to do a job or for that matter to work under anybody as was with all gujarathis. He started his ‘dhanda’ as his fellow ‘gujarathi’ and ‘marwari’ friends did. He was into readymade garments because his father, Ramnikbhai Doshi was a garment shop owner and that was an obvious decision. But he started his business during his father last years of life as he had suffered a huge loss in his shop.

He wanted to make it big in ready made garment sector. He used to do lot of marketing and running around for his business. He was moderately successful and liked by lot of garment traders because of his nature and friendly manner.He did this stint for 4 years and then shifted to plastic packaging as he got bored with the garments. He tried this for 3 years and was unsuccessful with it. The experience he gained for doing business was great but not so financially. His friends used to admire his conclusion of any situation. He had this earthy approachable persona and easy to talk to. His stint with packaging business ended when he was sitting in his father’s empty shop which was in the middle of market.

He was thinking about the payment receivables from 4-5 customers and frankly was doubtful about it for at least 6 months. He did not have any money with him except few thousands in the bank to sustain his daily consumption. His mother was keeping ill for long time after his father’s death.

When he was sitting in his shop, Panchalbhai from neighborhood shops said,

‘Aare Vishalbhai, aapke paas itne jaga hai thoda mujhe jaga de do mere tailoring shopke liye’.

‘Kitna bhaada doge Panchalbhai?’

‘Jo market ka rate hai woh lilejiye’ said Panchal.

‘Aap side ki jagah hai na woh lelijiye. Uska darwaza bhi alag hai. Chalegaa?’

Vishal asked.‘Aare woh to badiya rahega mere liye, bus mera board lagane dijiye aage ke taraf Panchalbhai said.

‘Theekhai aap aadhe jagah par board laga lijiye. Deposit kitna doge aap?’

‘Aare jo deposit aabhi jeen ke paas hai woh aap lelijiye’ said Panchal.

‘Kabhi aiange aap?’ Asked Vishal

Aap bole to kal aa jaunga…..

Theek hai aajaeeye….

Toh yeh lejiye token ke paisee….

‘Aare Panchalbhai, hum aapko kitne saalose jaante hai, aap hi meri pant banate hoh, aapse kya

token lu’.

Panchalbhai said, ‘Vishalbhai vyawahar to vwawahar hai, usme kyo guunjaaish nahi. Aapke pitaji

ki sikh hai aur mujhe hamesha kaam aati hai. Mien bhi doosare ke saat vyawahar ekdam chokha

rakta hu’.

Theek hai, theek hai…..

Vishal thought thanks to my father, I have now an asset which would give me a constant income.

He even started respecting his father’s long vision.

In a week’s time Panchalbhai had settled and there were occasional queries for his front sided section of his shop.

Vishal thought there is lot of demand for property in this market. Why not start an estate agency?

So he enquired with some neighboring brokers to know about the scope of this sector.

He got a mixed response, but decided to go ahead because of his shop in the main market region. He got a banner made named” Vishal Estate Agency”. Within six months, he did two small deals. Also, he received his pending amount from the previous business. He was feeling better and was also giving encouraging response to his mother’s insistence about his marriage.

In next four months he got married to Diksha.

Diksha was one of the three daughters from a middle class background and a college dropout. She was fairly good-looking and suitable for Vishal in lot of aspects. Where she was bubbly and chirpy, Vishal was calm and balanced. She could talk endlessly while Vishal could listen endlessly. But within a year’s time of his marriage his mother expired and Vishal drew close and dependant on Diksha.

Vishal used to hate socializing and moving around while Diksha used to pull him from the shop to visit different places like their relatives and shopping.

Over a period of time, Diksha gave up on Vishal and left him to his shop and business. But, Vishal never stopped Diksha from what she used to enjoy; only he insisted on her food which was delicious and having morning cup of tea with her. She looked very beautiful during the morning tea session just after her bathing. So they had settled and were blessed with a son now two years old.

How badly he was missing her……



Read contd part in next issue in Accommodation Times of 16th February….

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