Curse of being a Bachelor :)

Getting a rental house is such a big challenge that sometime you feel it’s easier to find a girlfriend than to find a house of your choice. First it’s the broker who comes into picture. He'll take you for a ride and will put all TnC's (Terms and conditions) before you see the house. Brokers ensure they take the longest path so that by the time one reaches to the first house he's completely frustrated and ready to take its possession at any cost.

Once you reach to the owners place first thing they ask, "Beta! Are you married or still a bachelor?” The moment they hear the word "Bachelor" the house owner gives a stern look. It appears as if "Bachelors" are a breed of Bandits who has robbed - "Happiness" of these house owners. Standing outside at 40 deg Celsius you start an argument to prove why a bachelor is thousand times better than a familywaala. And the obstinate owner will ensure that the poor guy appear as a barking dog who can be ignored b'coz after all he's a homeless S.O.B...

But then in our country, there's a solution for every problem. You pay some extra amount of rent and house is yours. Owner start treating you like his very own son. You are no longer considered to be a chic hunter in that apartment. Aunties and their daughters are safe. Kids start treating you as their very own 'Bade Bhaiya' and you are permitted to play cricket and hit 4’s and 6’s.
All this love and admiration comes at a cost (... paying extra rent).
Isn't it ridiculous?