Golden Gate Bridge---
On Wednesday three buses of European tourists had come to Golden gate bridge complex. Tourists are always coming to the bridge and creating lot of confusion and din. But European tourists were quite disciplined and they observed everything silently and with dignity. Since I have become a citizen of San Francisco, I helped them understand many things and short brief of history of Golden gate. Indeed I would act as a tourist guide or better still I would write a movie story on the lines of Guide, with backdrop of San Francisco. He he he he.
I have started a new idea of going to the end points of certain bus routs. So I have gone to the end of route no. 44 and rout no. 18. the bus no. 44 starts on California street near our home and on O’shaguan road near postal head quarters. A very long journey indeed. The bus passes two BART stations and gigantic forest of Glen valley and of course our famous Golden Gate Park. Sandhya was with me in the journey and she got bored by long bus route. We alighted at a BART station called Glen Valley. It was like any other railway station on our Karjat line or Kasara line. Only the crowd on these stations is more polished and fashionable. I found Glen railway station wanting in many facilities, prominent among them was the absence of restroom.
Every public stop or station must have a restroom for convenience of many handicapped commuters or sick passengers. Will city planners and supervisors listen to me? Many public parks have this facility but important and crowded public places like railway stations are devoid of this facility. Then I went to end of bus route no. 18. there is a large lake called Merced lake and panoramic and beautiful forest around. It is near San Francisco zoo and a little bit deserted area though omnipotent runners or joggers were present here. We feel pity for these joggers for at any hour of the day they are toiling relentlessly on the roads and half of them are middle aged ladies and gigantic too. Man’s (or woman’s) efforts to remain young, beautiful and cheerful are indeed wonderful.
While roaming in San Francisco, I encountered many Indians but they all of them appeared to be careless for meeting fellow Indians. Some even hide themselves and feel embarrassed if the meeting becomes unavoidable. Strange are the ways of Indians. Only one appeared to be talkative and frank but upon enquiry he turned out be Bangladeshi. Why Indians feel guilty in meeting fellow Indians? There appears to be only one reason for this phenomenon. The color of the skin. Indians are tired of that color of skin and avoid it in foreign land. But in doing so they avoid many south Americans as well. Perhaps movies like Munabhai, MBBS, or Lage Raho Munabhai are the reason for this hatred. Munabhai movies are so hopelessly mediocre that it shows mentality of Indians. God save Indians.
