Highlights of my experiences

Let me continue from where I had stopped in the previous post. The guy whom we met on the way, to enquire about the houses for rent inside NGV actually turned out to be the broker, at least if not a genuine broker, a retired bank manager transformed instantaneously into a broker. This is the entry of the main character of the play "SHASTRI". When we first asked him, he passively directed us to some other place to check out for the information. After this, when we were about to leave, he called us and said there's a house for rent in some block and that he would show that. You cant judge people from the persona, and thats where we went wrong. We thought he would just show us the house and everything else would be straight forward. If we cant bear the expenses, we could just reject it. We were prepared for an advance of 1 lakh and nothing more than that. Ninad gave his number to the transformed broker and we came back. We met one of Ninad's friends, whos

Let me go straight to the topic. We were in search of a house to stay in Bangalore. Me, Ninad, Kameshwar and Phani planned to stay together. The worst part is that everyone in the group are lazy buggers including me. Me and Ninad start working only when the asses are set on fire, Kameshwar is the most indifferent person I've ever seen. He used give this vague and the most indifferent answer one can give "Anything is ok for me", whenever we looked a particular house and called him to ask his opinion. Kameshwar starts to work only after the burning sensation in the ass crosses a tolerance limit. Phani gives his answer which is always implicit through his expression and some weird sounds to accompany it. He to sails in the same boat with me and Ninad when it comes to laziness, may be slightly better than we both. I think this much of introduction is enough. Now, comes the herculean task of searching a house in Bangalore. It was me and Ninad, who used to go i