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Chandigarh Sector 17
Chandigarh Sector 17
but in Sector 17, Chandigarh I did not feel so. Nobody- and I mean
nobody – so much as turned his or her head to even look twice, let
alone stare. Just exactly how refreshing this was cannot be conveyed
busy with themselves and I guess the ambience and layout of the
Now this tendency of the city dwellers to be with their own selves
natives. They were fashion conscious, no doubt, and also neither shy
of displaying their affluence nor unaware of the effect but they were
not the least bit conscious. They seemed to not only own their riches
view of the plaza from different angles. I felt free and relaxed. And,
this wasn’t all. I felt welcomed. The plaza was like an open house –
ready to have you in anytime you chose to walk into it. Yet, it did not
places which try to lure you because you bring them something they
prize and from which you leave as glad to go as they are to see you
The place by itself did not impress itself upon the onlooker and this
the former), all buildings were of low to medium height and thus did
not fall over, so to speak, over the open spaces in between. Their
height did not obstruct the winds. However, some were in urgent
need of repairs as they were mildewed and if care is not taken they
the eye.
.
The pavements could have done with a bit more width, no doubt, but
they were still quite spacious and, for most parts, not swamped by
The whole place was so designed that at no time did I hear vehicular
traffic. The parking lots were some distance away and evidently the
the plaza on two sides but while one saw their outline one was
The plaza seemed to grace the fountains and not the other way
round. I mean, had the fountains not been there, I would not have
missed them. True, they were an added attraction but, to me, a rather
superficial one. Even in the May afternoon sun the plaza did not seem
to burn under one’s feet and the walls of the buildings were not
the place was clean by any standard. Dustbins had been placed at
different corners but I think a few more will not hurt. The washroom I
visited was quite good and the best part was that not only was there
minimum stench inside it, there was absolutely nothing to screw your
nose about in its vicinity as well. The ubiquitous ‘paan’ stains were
The one irritating feature was the many shoe-shine boys constantly
course, things would have been different had I been wearing sports
shoes! The beggars, on the other hand, were rather reticent. The fruit
sellers were slovenly dressed and the place where they squatted was
perhaps the dirtiest part of the landscape. The milkshake shops, too,
could have done with some facelift. I enjoyed the bookshops but not
everywhere else but, again, the quality of staff was below par.
accept at face value but what I could testify to was that it was cold
and very refreshing particularly with the sun at its apogee. Later, on
adjacent was a small grass knoll fairly well occupied. I liked the
highlight of the place I guess but somehow I did not enjoy myself
there. May be the reason was that I was alone and all around me
not look out of sync and even appeared younger while strolling
through it. Youth was the predominant flavour but I did not chance
upon any ‘unseemly’ sight. Freedom like wealth is least abused when
And, how can I forget those instrumental strains of old Hindi film
eyes now poring over the arresting pages of Camus’ ‘The Plague’ and
then, once in a while, lifting to view the swaying tree tops; all the
time my inner self aware that I was happy and that I shall be happier
still when my companion would join me later in the day. The effect
was memorable. What more can you ask for from a spot you are
wants to be with one’s own self without feeling lonely; as many times
it; as many times as one feels like marveling over human creation
does not depend upon such artificial things like dress code, social
wonderfully inclusive.
one of the factors why the city acquired-and still richly deserves- the