This is story of an ordinary taxpayer named Bhim Sharma. Like millions of others, Bhim was a diligent taxpayer, a man who believed in the quiet dignity of rules and the promise that honest work would be rewarded. For a decade, he had poured his life's savings and his soul into a single, shimmering dream: a two-bedroom flat, a concrete anchor for his future in the bustling city. This home was to be his sanctuary, a testament to his sacrifices and a symbol of his arrival.
However, to claim this dream, Bhim had to step out of the new Bangalore and into the old. He had to enter the domain of the gatekeepers, the petty sovereigns of the stamped form and the official signature. He was about to discover the true cost of his dream, a price not listed in any sale agreement. It would be a journey into a bureaucratic hell, an ordeal so profoundly humiliating it would force him to question the very foundations of his quiet compliance.
Pushed to the edge of despair, this mild-mannered man would find within himself an unexpected and terrifying resolve, drawing inspiration from a history of rebellion he had only ever read about in books. This is the story of how one man, stripped of his dignity and his savings, decided that if the system demanded a price, it would be paid not in cash, but in blood and bone.
This is story of an ordinary taxpayer named Bhim Sharma. Like millions of others, Bhim was a diligent taxpayer, a man who believed in the quiet dignity of rules and the promise that honest work would be rewarded. For a decade, he had poured his life's savings and his soul into a single, shimmering dream: a two-bedroom flat, a concrete anchor for his future in the bustling city. This home was to be his sanctuary, a testament to his sacrifices and a symbol of his arrival.
However, to claim this dream, Bhim had to step out of the new Bangalore and into the old. He had to enter the domain of the gatekeepers, the petty sovereigns of the stamped form and the official signature. He was about to discover the true cost of his dream, a price not listed in any sale agreement. It would be a journey into a bureaucratic hell, an ordeal so profoundly humiliating it would force him to question the very foundations of his quiet compliance.
Pushed to the edge of despair, this mild-mannered man would find within himself an unexpected and terrifying resolve, drawing inspiration from a history of rebellion he had only ever read about in books. This is the story of how one man, stripped of his dignity and his savings, decided that if the system demanded a price, it would be paid not in cash, but in blood and bone.