Ooty

Nature in all her glory!

I felt as if we were being accorded a standing ovation by the trees on either side of the road as our car was speeding along the Ooty-Gudalur highway. Not to lag behind, the birds too did their best to make our journey pleasant and comfortable.

As you proceed, you get a glimpse of the distant hills but in a jiffy, it could be a quiet-flowing river or a tea garden as the road ahead is full of sharp curves or U turns. For an hour or so, there was practically none on the road except a few birds on their wings or some lazy, well-built cows but when it was 4.30 pm or so, we saw some school children, leisurely walking on the road. From the colour of their uniforms, it was evident that there were two or three schools in that area, hiding behind pine and Eucalyptus trees!

Habits die hard. Even as I was enjoying every bit of the long-winding journey, I was craving for a cup of coffee and luckily, there were a few coffee stalls here and there. The driver seemed to be smart enough to read my mind and stopped the car and said, “Sir there is a restaurant up there”. I got out and bought a cup of coffee and looked around. Wow, “Wherever my casual eyes are cast, it is trees and meadows”! In the excitement, I almost forgot the purpose of our journey.

Nature kept us company throughout our journey or rather, till we reached the city limits in the plains.

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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