It is the season for flat hunting again. On saturday I visited a flat somewhat close to my current place, but turns out, like many others, the housing society doesn't accept bachelors. Such blatant discrimination! Would they dare to say they won't rent out for Muslims or South Indians? Wait, they do, in many places. If I have to get into that studio flat, comes furnished with a sofa/bed, a cupboard, full kitchen, a fridge, and a TV, I have to say I am married. Haven't we seen movies like that? The guy says he is married to get a flat, and some random girl comes claiming she is his wife, and a lot of comedy. Unfortunately, life is not a comedy, so we all know how tragical it would turn out.
Another place I went to saw has a plot of land nearby with some wild growing plants. I saw a homeless lady hurriedly plucking leaves from one such plant. It did not take me much time to realise it was not an ordinarly plant - some call it weed, some call it grass, marijuana, Indians call it ganja.