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Tit for tat

On top of a couple of festivals there were the weekly holidays as well. Ooty was crowded. The natives were on a shopping – spree, though some of the shops were closed. The tourists had one basic question, “What are the important places here?” or “How far is Rose garden from here?” of course, the youngsters had a different question, “Is there a wine shop around here?”

On one such day i was trapped in a ‘Human-Jam’ and had to move on slowly. Just ahead of me was father and his son – The mom and sister were following them behind.

The son stopped for a while near a cycle shop and said, “Dad, look at those cycles — Very nice…” The father was not interested in it and responded with a ‘ooom’. The son was disappointed but he saw something else in another shop but the father repeated those ‘ooom’. The son seemed to persuade his dad with a couple of other items and the father did his ‘ooom’ cleverly and moved on. Then, at last, the fatehr stopped in front of a Bookshop and said, “Revi, here is a bookshop. They seem to have some wonderful collections.” Before the father could complete his words, the son responded with a ‘ooom’ and walked on. His mom and sister mocked the ‘ooom’ and laughed.

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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