Humor, In real life, Issues in India, Mood, Ooty

Dignity of labor?

During one of my visits to Ooty, I came across a college student who seemed to be on the look out for a job and I told him about the Milk Society. He burst into laughter and told me, “Do you want me to be a cowboy in a nice place like this… Do you?”

“We are in the same boat, man. I too am a graduate and I was in the same mood for a short period when I started there,” I convinced him.

On the next day he came to the Milk Society to make sure of his chances. He would have accepted the opportunity, but the job was very tough. So, he left immediately.

He left Ooty in a couple of days. But one thing is sure, this boy looked more adamant and determined to find a plush white-collar job that suited his qualification. Several months later, I ran into him at a remote place somewhere in The Nilgiris. He was now the proud owner of a petty shop there.

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.

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