Many things, this 75-something former IPS officer would not understand about chandigarh, its discotheques, cafes, recklessly driven cars by neorich brats, self-inflicted sleaze in schools, killings of poor and rich alike, snatchings, crimes inolving journalists, elite.
Thinking, driving he noticed a teenager girl sobbing her heart out as another boy in the driving seat ((along with another boy sprawling in the rear seat)) with animalish looks as their car stopped at the transport traffic lights, besides his.
Something unusal, fatherly, sprang up in the mind of retired police officer and he politly inquired from the girl with hands signs if she was okay. the girl cupped her face hopelessly with her palms as if to muffle her sobs and push her tears back in her eyes.
the boy saw it, lowered the motor-powered pane and shouted at police wala, halt you mf, sonofabitch, ***** jyada hoshiar banata hai kya ***** and pulled over, jumped the signal mingling conversantly with other similar luxury cars rolling down the carpet roads.
the police wala looked around aghast. no eyelids were batted.
Ek bada shahar aisa bhi hai
there are only few trees in chandigarh which still stand tall