Chandigarh kare aashiqui
I’ve been to Chandigarh only around 5-6 times till date, but I absolutely detest the place as a city.
It’s like someone promises you a city, and then presents you with a village in disguise. Yeah, it’s nice to have all the open spaces and all, but fuck, all addresses are numbers. I mean, when I ask for an address I want an address; if I wanted a number, I’d look in the phone directory, no?
And one thing I really like to do in different cities is to walk around; take in the sights and sounds, the bustle and feel for life there. But no, that city wasn’t made for walking at all. Walk one kilometer, and you’ll see some sign of life. Then a wall for another half kilometer till you come to a crossing. Then a few more signs of life, and then again the monotony of a long unbroken road.
That’s not how cities are supposed to be. Cities happen when people come together, work hard, spontaneously create their own social energy. There has to be bustle, noise, a crowd, sweat, people of all
classes doing their thing and making it a cosmopolitan place. But no, Chandigarh is like little pockets of excitement with lots of boring stuff in between.
The girls are easy, though. And the lake is nice. And the chicken is cheap. Actually, that’s all I can say in favour.