The Blue Angel's

This weekend I went to the San Francisco Fleet Week. Of the numerous events the show stopper was the pyrotechniques of the Blue Angel's. I had last been to the Bangalore Airshow. But it could not have got bigger than this. I have a lot of pictures to share.

For a start here is the Blue Angels - The U. S. Navy’s Flight Demonstration Squadron. They were flying the Boeing F/A - 18 Hornet.

More to come...

All photographs courtesy me...

Alone yet not Lonely

Its too late I know but its never too late you know

I envied people who could live by themselves; live alone and be independant. No emotional dependance, a feature that I am seeing about life here in America and what I saw in Scandinavia. You are trained to do things by yourself. Make it out on your own.

So this time during my trip to San Francisco I finally have an opportunity to live alone in the truest sense. Good or bad is besides the point but fact of the matter is that it is important to be able to live alone by yourself when the time demands.

Transamerica

The company apartment that I have been given is an overkill. It is huge and right at the foot of the tallest building in San Francisco. It has a huge patio. If you stand on the 20th floor balcony on one side you see the bay (which I consider the extension of the Pacific) and on the other side is the financial district of San Francisco. And you have the whole of downtown San Francisco spanning out in front of you.

My Present Nest

Sometime the bigness of the place can be a burden but when I look at the numerous lighted window of the numerous building around it can be a great leveller.

View from my Balcony

I can spend hours standing at my balcony looking at the different facets of San Francisco. A city which has many layers of looks if you travel around the different neighbourhoods - the Italian North Beach, Russian Hill, Japan Town, the famous China Town, Pacific Heights dotted by the Victorian Bungalows and ofcourse you have the magnificient steel and glass financial center which makes for a stupendous skyline overlooking the bay.

Victorian Bungalows at Pacific Heights

The Skyline from the Sea

But slowly I am getting used to being on my own. Sometimes I dare say even enjoying it.

Walking down the Bay can never be lonely I realised. Watching all the fair girls with different kinds of hair, the skateboard youths, kids with pacifiers in their mouth, smart attired executive or the rap star look good for nothing holding their pants while they walk.

And sometimes I sight Michael Masley playing his cymbalom like a pied piper. I hear the saxophone strains of the guy who plays just outside Emarcadero station. I catch a glimpse of the Hurrican drummer playing his assortment of improvised drums.

Michael Masley - The Pied Piper

The Hurrican Tireless Drummer

At times "the man behind the bush" scares the shit out of me during many of my numerous strolls down Fisherman's Wharf. Most unique is the sight of the rat on top of the cat which is sitting atop a dog. Their friend and master saying to me if they can get along why cant "we".

So each passing day as I see these people it makes me feel that it is not so bad to be alone after all, to be on your own. Certainly not as scary as I thought it was.

Fisherman's Wharf

The Rat, the cat and the dog

Asexual Voyeurism - The Gloating Gaping Indian in SF

My first trip to the San Francisco suburbs using the Muni - the metro rail system.

An excellent journey. As the snake winds through the tunnel it comes out of its hole once outside the main city area. The train then becomes the tram winding its way through the streets. Stopping in between roads. People hopping off and hopping on.

It took me to the Ocean Beach. San Francisco's very own full fledged beach.

Families playing around. Some completely engrossed building their castles of sand. Here most men are like my father. They get fun out of small activities even when they are adults. Flying kites, playing with sand, flying planes.

Tanned bodies strutting their stuff. Handsome and beautiful dogs fetching the odd balls and frizbees. The ugly Chihuhaha rendering the owners even uglier.

Odd couples finding each other with a vengence. An ugly obese pan caked woman hanging around with a large torsoed Mexican. Kissing and slobberring. And looking beautiful and vulgar.

Even our own Bhabiji indulging in PDA and getting embarrassed by their brethren from the South East. As if she was saying "Oh sorry! I got carried away. Mera husband se control nahin hota." An apologetically glance thrown at us.

But I cant blame them. Even Gandhi would have found it difficult to stay away from his spouse.

Young men surfing the waves. Young boys and girls learning the tricks. All the tricks. Bay Watch style coast guards flaunting their bodies. Their chest thrusting walk makes them look so unhealthily crooked. They try and walk macho but end up looking like aliens. But no Pam Andersons to be spotted. They are only for the show.

Bikini clad women looking completely clothed. They look so comfortable in their nakedness. You actually dont notice their nakedness. You struggle to feel excited. Where is the fun if you can see everything?. Our low waist wearing, armpit exposing desis in India are greater turn ons.

We walked the shore, sat the beach. Two faggots, condemned to such a life. It will be few months till we can flaunt female kinds once again. Till then I am condemned to think of my smallness. $3000 is beyond my Indian means - cash or kind.... actually a bloody Indian mind.

P.S. - Photos will uploaded in due course.

Majestic

photo courtesy David Antony

This picture is typical of San Francisco and it tells a story.

Old monuments have held its own against the winds of time. The shadow at the bottom of the clock is that of a huge highrise just opposite. But the old and the new co-exist so well here. Niether at the cost of the other. The city respects and loves its past and thus preserves it.

And unlike in India the overhead cables dont look so ugly.

Or is it something to do with the clear blue sky that I like this pic so much. I dont know but somehow I can watch this for hours.