Ooty, Short Stories

“Old Order Changeth…”

A mummy-gimmee-a-choc girl was standing in a corner of the road. She was not plump or chubby but a lanky dame with an expressionless face. She seemed to be restless at times and that was evident from her body language. She kept on biting her nails and spitting them in the air. When you come across umpteen girls like her, why do you single her out? You might wonder. There is a reason for it. She was in her uniform but not a student because she carried a baton in her hand and there was no fancy dress competition anywhere in town on that day.

“Pappa (Child), are you hungry? A passer-by asked her rather sarcastically and she just smiled. May be, she was hungry and that was why she appeared restless. Woman cops are not rare these days but most of them are hefty and as ‘competent’ as men, but this girl looked more like a salesgirl in a textile shop.

Suddenly there was a commotion at the other end of the road, near a petty shop. Some Schoolgirls were in trouble. “Hey… You Romeo, Stop it… or else…”, the above said Police Woman shouted in a shrieky voice.

“Or else what? I’ll… Your mom”, one of the rowdies shot back. The cop immediately dashed towards that spot. All but one ran away. She caught the rowdy by his collar and pushed him away, saying, “Ger lost, or else, You’ll get some special treatment for eve-teasing”. He apologized and said “No need… let me go”.

“Get lost” She warned. We are reminded of the good old saying, “Appearances are deceptive”

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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