Chandigarh….as I see from my Balcony!!!!

If you have read my previous posts, you would know that my current job (just 7 months old) has taken me to places which are not known to 90% Indians. So I was delighted to find that my last training was to be at Chandigarh especially because all this while I had been coming to the City on weekends and staying in hotels just to avoid being “BORED”. I said Good Bye to Moonak and its good people (except Mr. Jindal) and headed towards the best city in this part of the world. I reached in the afternoon dead tired after spending 3 hours in a Non-AC taxi. But on reaching the destination, I was pleasantly surprised at being offered a glass of Nimbu Paani by the Lady who is now my Landlady thanks to Shalinder (my Colleague). I was in a hurry and so dumped my bags in one of the rooms and rushed to the airport to board a flight to Bangalore. My friend Shiladitya was there in Cochin waiting for me to join him on a short vacation. It was a wonderful trip and Kerala truly deserves the tag “God’s Own Country”. After a few days of fun, I took a flight out of the God’s Own Country and came back to Land of Goddesses. I am still confused as to how a small city has so many beautiful Girls. A meticulously planned and beautiful city surely deserves beautiful citizens but then this could be a good thesis for any PHD student.

Let me come out in my Balcony or else you might take the word “BORED” seriously. My first morning here at Sector 32-A gave me a chance to get the feel of the city albeit from my Balcony. I suddenly woke up to a lot of noise outside and it seemed that I woke up in time for Lunch. Being late on the first day itself would not have been a good start and so got up to check what was happening. Two continuous rows of buildings with a well paved lane in between; I felt as if I was abroad. Lot of People out on the street walking, quite a few engaged in Balcony to Balcony conversations and a good number of cars ready to be driven. One man giving a good Massage to his father and a couple of Guys waiting below a building waiting for someone to come out on the Balcony. May be they too had some Message to give to someone special. I came back in and checked time. It was only 7A.M. When you have such wonderful society parks and good roads that lead to the parks, everybody would like to enjoy a good walk. I just came back after a nice walk too and today was my first time but sadly tomorrow is perhaps going to be my last day here. Anyways, I started enjoying just standing there in my Balcony for an hour or so observing as life unfolds before my eyes while some good music plays on my phone.

Every morning I am greeted by the sight of an old lady coming out and offering water to the Sun God and then a kid comes out from another house and does the same thing. Sometimes they come out at the same time and it is a wonderful sight. Just then you would also find a group of people riding cycles at some distance and hurling something at the houses as they ride along. This is how the scene would be if you imagine that alien forces have invaded Sector 32-A. It happens so fast and with so much precision that it could be near fatal to anyone who would open the door at that time. Especially, beautiful girls should avoid coming out in the Balcony or at least they should first get their face insured. I was kept out of the harm’s way by my Landlady. She never let me subscribe to the newspaper by keeping the Gate closed till the time these Delivery Boys went out of sight. Nevertheless, I get my daily dose of corruption, murder and inflation at the Office.

The next thing that attracts your attention is the range of four wheelers on display. From Nanos to Audis, all are in the neighbourhood and co-exist peacefully without any ego issues. Audis though struggle to find space and the Gates are kept half-open to keep the asset secured. Even a scratch would break the heart of people like me who love the brand so much. For the owners, that won’t matter much. Every day washer men come and clean each car without any racial discrimination. They have a schedule and do their job perfectly.

While you are appreciating the cars, a girl walks past at the speed of light. I have not seen any Girl walk that fast. She apparently goes to the Society temple every morning. Either she doesn’t want to lose even a minute out of her prayer time or she might have someone waiting at the temple. Forget the conspiracy theories of my devilish Brain and let us appreciate the fact that she goes to the temple at least. She has such long hair that her fast movements make her knotted hair swing like a wind-mill. Now that was not a great example but you might have understood what I meant.

Once Chotu comes riding on his cycle to collect Tiffin boxes, I know that my time on my Balcony is up for the day and I have to rush for office. Before I sign off, let me share very important information with you all. Ranbir Kapoor lives opposite my Building and he is always in “Jabse tere naina……” mode. It is his misfortune that I live opposite to him. The star within him needs a camera. Should I take a photo and upload????? No, my Blog is much more important than his aspirations wrapped in a towel. I will miss my Balcony and Chandigarh of course. The next post would be from some new place….c ya soon.