America is all about freedom of expression, religious tolerance and living the American dream. God only knows what this bloody living the American dream is all about. I will tell you something about my experiences searching for an apartment in this amazing country called America. It would not be a long story with lots of plots but a rather short one where I will tell you how an Indian can still feel completely alienated in this country.
I have always been living in apartment complexes so far in the last 6 years I have spent here. But this time around when my lease ended and my rent was increased yet again, bloody $1570 per month. Ishmeet and I decided that we should move out and look for an apartment outside the apartment communities. Thus began our journey to look for a home sweet home, close to my workplace, close to freeways, close to desi store and the usual stuff. Our first pick was a townhouse where the Caucasian manager was probably the finest actress I have seen. Ishmeet and I were too naive and felt that this would be it and how lucky we were to find this apartment. However, we never heard back from our actress manager. We learned our lesson or should I say were beginning to learn.
The second one was even better than the first one with a beautiful backyard. The apartment was shown to us by a gora son of a rich father. He too was a fine actor, showed us the house with lots of interest. However, he made one big mistake, he had told me earlier that he was going to fax the application to his father but he folded my application right in front of me. Two days later, we came to know that the unit was rented to someone else. The third and fourth ones were non-goras and promptly offered me their apartments but we did not take those places for our personal reasons. The fifth one was again a gora and man this guy topped it all, I could literally see on this goras face that he did not like my face. But I stayed there and irritated him even more. You can tell that by this time I had learned all my lessons. We finally took the sixth one, luckily this time the gora liked us and we liked the apartment.
This entire experience was an eye opener and showed me that as long as desis live in protected environments or rather try to keep their eyes closed they can continue to live this unknown American dream.
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Sad, but not entirely unexpected. I saw something like this when I roamed the Red Light District of Amsterdam. A couple of whores just waved me by, as if saying "Get past you Nigger, I'm not entertaining you!".
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