Ooty

It is Ooty, Chaps!

Spotless sky and the warmth of the morning sun!

The rain has mercifully retreated

And the wind too seemed to be packing

“What a relief! What a relief!”

Exclaimed a couple of workers

“Things are not what they seem

This is Ooty Chaps”, cautioned the pessimist.

Just then the milk man appeared muttering

“Fools, fools”

“What’s up?” I asked the chap

“What do they know boss? Loafers.”

“Take it from me, winter is round the corner

In a day or two it will be frost all over”

“Winter or Summer”, I said

“It is bright and warm”

It was 10’O Clock in the morning

When I set out….umbrella in hand

“It is one extreme to the other”, I grumbled as I moved on

Whoever I met on the road had this to say

“After a long time….”

But as I was returning home

I saw it stepping out from nowhere

And yawning like an overslept babe

“I was tired, but now I am fresh”,

The dark cloud seemed to say as it began to spread all over.

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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