Ooty, Short Stories

That’s Ooty!

Just Ten minutes left. I must hurry. Where on earth can I find an ideal spot when Lorries, cars and Jeeps are parked in a line along the foot path?. My mind was full of that spellbinding One-hour show last evening when all other shows including the TV serials came to a stand still. It came all of a sudden and pat came those wonderful lines into my mind: ‘There was a roaring in the wind and the rain came heavily and fell in floods”. It was pitch dark when the welcome showers thrashed the earth. And, to add to this, there were hailstones as well. It was as if somebody from the heavens was throwing them on the impatient people who were blaming the sun for the unbearable heat throughout the day. It was dark all right but there were heavenly fire works at regular intervals.

Yeah, my mind was pre occupied with these thoughts when I was in search of the ideal spot to watch the first show of the summer. At last, I found the spot just in time when the horses were dashing ahead. “No.3 is in the lead” The man next to me said “Can’t be otherwise,” said another guy. “it is the chairman’s horse”. Let it be X or Y, I thought what mattered was the race… The first race of the season! There was a tough competition between two horses. I don’t know which one came first.

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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