The other day while I was having tea in one of my favorite tea shops near the Nilgiri library. An elderly person dashed into this tea shop, ordered for a cup of tea and occupied a seat close to mine. Not that he was badly in need of a cup of tea. But his intention was to chat with me. He was a total stranger. Some 30 minutes ago I saw this fellow at the Ooty head post office and now he was here. Without any introduction he got into a conversation, â€œsorry to disturb you, I want some information from youâ€, he began. â€œOf course, I must be off soonâ€, I said. â€œSureâ€¦it is like this; I had been in Ooty for over 20 years and it is over 30 years since I left this lovely place. It has changed beyond recognition. There was a library opposite the collectorate, butâ€¦..â€. Before he completed his sentence, I told him, â€œIt has shifted to a new building near the templeâ€. â€œThat bookstall?â€, he asked. â€œIt is very much thereâ€, I replied. â€œBtw, do you know one Mr. Nanu Nair? He was my colleagueâ€¦.much younger to meâ€¦â€. â€œSorry, I donâ€™t knowâ€, I said. Even as we were talking, he tossed a five rupee coin onto the table and ran out and shouted, â€œHi, wait a minuteâ€. A man in his 40s stopped there and nodded somewhat bewildered. â€œHi Nanu, donâ€™t you remember me? You havenâ€™t changed a bitâ€¦.the same naughty looking chap, the same naughty looking chapâ€. That man was a bit scared and simply walked away, but the stranger followed him and held his hand and said, â€œI am Raghu, your good old friend and colleagueâ€. The middle aged man stopped for a while and told him and told him, â€œI am not Nanu, he is my father. Right now, he is in Mumbai with my elder sisterâ€. â€œNice seeing you. You look exactly like your Dadâ€, the stranger told him and got into an auto rickshaw.
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 Naduâ€”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