Of late, I have developed some habits (good or bad, I can’t say). It is as simple as recalling the names of some famous people whom I used to worship! It could be the authors of some famous books or some politicians (jovial). The other day, I was struggling to remember the name of a great player. After trying for a long time, diving into pool of memories, nothing helped me. Then suddenly I said, “Eurkea! Eureka! It is Dhyan Chand. I got it”.
Author: P U Krishnan
First things first. I am one of those retired chaps who are young at heart. I watch cricket matches and jump for joy when Tendulkar scores yet another century. I read newspapers and books too, though I am not crazy about them. I think I have a mind free from hatred and I owe it to the wonders of nature and music. I scribble something now and then and call myself a writer! Though I have settled in Ooty, a lovely hill station in Tamil Nadu—I must emphasize the fact that I was born and brought up in Tellicherry in North Kerala and studied in the good old Government Brennen College. Of and on, my mind goes back to my ancestral house at Tiruvangad in Tellicherry in front of an ancient Sri Ram temple. I am indebted to this wonderful place which inculcated in me a love for cricket and literature. But all said and done, I am an Indian first. View all posts by P U Krishnan