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On your home ground but…

On seeing me, the newspaper agent pretends to heave a sigh of relief and says “Pleasant surprise indeed.. after a long time…” and then he opens the receipt book and writes my name, address and the amount, “It’s gone up a little.” “Ok”, I say and give him the money. He gets his money but even after a week, nobody brings the daily to my house. I make a friendly complaint and he says, “Don’t worry. I’ll arrange a new chap”but I have to wait for another week, over a couple of friendly complaints.
On top of this, you have to visit several government offices to normalise things ranging from telephone to electricity to LPG. It takes over a week or more to pass on the message of your arrival to the regular milk vendor.
If you have to be away from your place for a long time, you have to struggle continuously to straighten up things, howsoever smart you are!

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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