My Life In My City

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Herb Caen once said, “A city is not gauged by its length and width, but by the broadness of its vision and the height of its dreams.” Sometimes I stroll through the streets of Chandigarh and I get this sudden rush of joy - a sense of belonging and appreciation that I'm privileged enough to live my life in my city. Here in Chandigarh, it's architects who built the buildings that made the city iconic and are the objects of adoration - not a flock of asinine monarchs. Chandigarh is the concentrate of art, commerce, sports, religion, finance and entertainment, bringing to a single stage the contender, the missionary, the promoter, the actor, the trader and the merchant. Its cultural diversity is woven into the people, the food, the music, and even the local superstitions. The curious thing about Chandigarh’s anatomy is that each neighborhood here is practically self-sustaining. So complete is each sector, you could spend a lifetime within the confiness of a region smaller than a village.…show more content…
The air-conditioning is on, yet I’m peculiarly brushed by emanations from my environment. I am less than 30 feet from the mesmeric blossoms at the Rose Garden, 5 kms from where Nek Chand would cycle along to secretly build his epochal Rock Garden, 7 kms from where siberian ducks and exotic cranes will migrate to at the Sukhna Lake; and for that matter I am probably occupying one of the very houses that Maxwell Fry and Jane Drew dedicated 3 years of their lives to unveil. They could have sat in this very room, brimming with their own touch of emanations from

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