Humor, Ooty, Short Stories

Hat trick!

Day one: I was waiting for the glorious moment. “Days are longer”, my mind dictated. “This is a hill station; you can’t witness it from every nook and corner”, I whispered. “There is ample time. Now get going”, ordered the mind. I was off to the next viewpoint. “Wow” I exclaimed, as the evening sun was getting ready to disappear. Every second was important and just when I was beginning to experience the thrill, I heard a voice; “Can’t help sir. These dirty beggars put up their huts everywhere”. I just smiled, even as he kept on criticizing the slum dwellers; and by the time he stopped and moved on, the sun had disappeared.

Day two: The repeat of what happened the previous evening. The only difference was, the person who robbed me of the glorious moment was one of my friends who was in the habit of talking about the good old days. He left the scene minutes after the sunset.

Day three: The usual evening walk. “Once bitten, twice shy”; I said to myself, when my mind repeated those monotonous words “Days are longer”. I decided to take a short cut to success…. Along the narrow road where I won’t come across any of those guys. I returned to my house and went to the back yard from where I would get a perfect view of the sunset. I was there right on time. It was a glorious moment indeed. The western sky was getting ready for the send off. So was I. But some one was knocking on the door. It was the watchman. “Oh, You are here…..the water tank is overflowing…. I just wanted to inform you”. I pretended to be very serious when I went to stop the tap. I missed the glorious moment yet again!

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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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