Facts and Fiction, Humor, Issues in India, Ooty, P U Krishnan, Short Stories

An auto-driver’s predicament

Some Orthodox, elderly women were sitting on one of the steps leading to an ancient temple in Tamilnadu. They seemed to be tensed up. “It is getting late. Anything could happen to her… Poor thing…”, one of them said. “Our prayer wont go in vain… the almighty will save her…”, the other one pacified.

All of them carried a copper vessel which contained the temple “Prasadam”. They left the temple, saying “Save her, Save her” and walked fast and got into an auto-rickshaw, Parked at the temple gate. “Kannan Street… Quick” One of them ordered. The auto-driver was a bit scared of these heavily-built women but was helpless. One of the women kept on Saying “Quick, Quick… Lord, She must be saved… Poor thing”

“Stop; Stop” a woman ordered, but the auto driver said, “We are yet to reach Kannan street”. “No problem we will watch it from Savithri’s house.” “But, What about the girl you wanted to save?” the auto-driver asked.

“Ashadu, Asdadu (Fool, Fool). We are talking about ‘Devathai’, the TV serial… We are just on time”. All of them got out of the auto and dashed towards Savithri’s house. When the auto driver asked for the fare, they said in a chorus, “You collect it tomorrow – no time to waste”

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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