crossroads

my previous post seems to have created some kind of confu amongst fans ;-) (/me smiles deprecatingly, the very personification of humility) and one always endeavours to clear up things. so i'll go on record saying that i'm "livin it up" in san francisco - the happy city. and the experience is pretty good except for when u hit the roads on foot. the whole system of traffic signals for pedestrians wishing to cross the bally road sort of goes against my soaring free indian sentiments. whats the fun in life i ask, if we don't cross the roads at our whims. the sheer empowerment that an individual feels when he crosses an indian road, stopping cars and buses by a mere outstretched hand is lost here.

the worst part of the pedestrian signals is that they make one hurry up and get the job over with. one simply is not able to revel in the joy of sauntering across the road in front of an impatient motorist and giving him or her the languid look thus twisting the knife in. i was just walking across my first crossing signal here and i was plumb in the middle of the road when the damn signal went red. and to add insult to injury a woman in a convertible with the screen up (which kind of beats the purpose in my opinion, but hey, never said the female was smart) hooted at me. i was about to scorch her with my wait-u-low-life look but changed my mind. ok, the female was darned cute :-)

anywayz here i was, sitting pretty, thinking i had the system under control and along comes daku, under the guise of a friendly visit, but with the hidden agenda of scaring the living daylights out of me by describing how dangerous it is to walk the streets here with scary urban legends of cars materializing out of nowhere and hitting people. even as i cringed she went on with the gruesome narration till i broke out in sweat. sigh... /me prepares for a walk home...