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Have a Look Before You Say ‘No!’

A folk dance was in progress and it was in tune with a familiar folk song. Suddenly a middle aged woman, dark and bulky, lost steps and was about to fall to the ground – her oversized bum seemed to accelerate the downward journey. But even as we were watching with bated breath the fate of the air-borne lady, the focus was shifted to a young man riding on a bike, speeding towards this lady to save her. The young man had to take the aerial-route since he found it difficult to squeeze his bike through the crowd. Our anxious eyes followed the young man and to our surprise, he jumped out of the bike and “caught” the lady inches off the ground!

The onlookers heaved a sigh of relief but they were in for another thriller: A young man misses the train before he reaches the platform but he was not to give up. He ran and ran but the train was far ahead. Anyway, by the time the train was crossing a bridge, the young chap managed to jump into a compartment, much to the relief of his girlfriend who was in the same compartment…!

Next to these two nail-biting scenes was another rural scene. Luckily, there were no anxious moments. Again there was a folkdance (pieces from an old movie). What made it interesting was the accompanying song, which was western to the core!

In our area, owing to some problems, most of the major channels were missing and we were forced to watch the available ones. I used to skip one particular channel, thinking it is good-for-nothing, but the above mentioned scenes appeared on this very same channel. The purpose was to make fun of certain action packed movies. There were other interesting re-mixes as well.

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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