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A memorable journey

“I Love my India… I love my India”, transcending the borders, the different cultures and languages, the good old song brought me back to the enchanting surroundings. Till then, my mind was preoccupied with mundane matters which prompted me to look at the mile stones and name boards attached to wayside shops and restaurants. “We are yet to cross the Karnataka border… Here and there they have huge buildings but agricultural lands have been left alone… Wow, they have acres of such lands on either side of the road leading to the hills… I love my India!” My mind was relieved from mundane thoughts. Paddy fields gave way to trees, bushes and vast stretches of meadows where cows were grazing. One of them yawned and made a sound which was almost like “WELCOME”. Time was ticking away and even as I was immersed in the naked beauty of the nature, the driver of the taxicab shouted, “There he is! All alone…” Yes, there he was! The elephant was slowly crossing the road, just meters ahead of us! Then, there were monkeys, deers, a couple of majestic peacocks and umpteen birds freely roaming and flying in that forest. Every minute seemed to be valuable, for the car in which we were traveling would soon cross over to the human ‘habitats’. Yes, we had crossed the forest area and there were human beings, shops and buildings all over but the forest loomed large in my mind. It was a long journey but the comparatively short distance through the forest area was mesmerizing.

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.

One Commnet on “A memorable journey

  1. Perhaps nothing can be more comforting than a journey across the wilderness of this great country – An act to reassure that humanity, after all, is merely a small part of this wonderful world! The very thought that we are trivial, itself, is comforting. Thank God!

    Great post Sir, I quite understand how you feel!

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