Cricket, Facts and Fiction, Humor, Ooty, P U Krishnan, Short Stories, Tellicherry

All is well that ends well

“Come on guys… Eat your fill”, said Suren, taking out a tenner from his pocket. Humming an obscene song, Karun led us to our favourite coffee stall. “Boy, it is not a toddy shop… mind you”, I told him. “Do you want me to sing Bajagovindam?”, Karun retorted.

On seeing us, the waiter brought coffee and some cheap snacks as usual but Suren bluntly told him “We don’t want any of these” and ordered for some expensive items. The Waiter smiled sarcastically and took away the snacks and brought the items ordered by us. While eating, Karun asked, “How did you manage to get a tenner from that guy?”. “Eat while you eat,” I said. But Suren obliged, “When that chap kept on talking about his good old days when they used to play hide and seek instead of cricket or football, I touched upon his sentiments… and it worked. Then of course, he expected us to buy cricket bats and pads from his shop.”

Once in a while I go back in time and recall certain incidents like the one narrated above. It is well over four decades since it happened. We had just returned from our college in the evening bus. It was 4.30 pm and the three of us – me, Suren and Karun had to walk a mile or so from where we got down to reach our homes but we used to visit our favourite restaurant (mentioned above) to have a cup of coffee and some snacks. On that particular evening, our pockets were almost empty and when we were a little disappointed, Suren came out with an idea, “If either of you can spare 2 annas, I can find a way”. Fortunately, I had a two-anna coin with me and I gave it to him. Suren ran to the nearby bookshop and bought a notebook. He wrote the following words: “Dear sir/madam, we have great pleasure in informing you that we have organized a committee with a view to starting a cricket club in our area under the name ‘Rising star’. We have a small play ground but we have to buy bats, balls and other materials. We shall be grateful if you could contribute to our endeavour”. Suren got our signatures and ran to a near by shop which sold sports materials, asking us to wait in front of the restaurant. In ten minutes or so, suren appeared before us and yelled “Come on guys, eat your fill”.

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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