Facts and Fiction, Humor, Ooty, P U Krishnan


“Thunder is rumbling in the air… on your march, get set..”  I cautioned my self.  Strange are the ways of nature.  It was just four or five minutes since I crossed over the upper road after taking a clear look at the western sky and the reddish sun in all its glory.  Any way, even if it rains, the rows of trees on both sides of the road would protect me! but the thunder was still fumbling in the sky though it was not preceded by lightning.

As I was moving fast along that upper road I came across one of my acquaintances but I did not stop to chat with him.  Yet, he was  bent upon having a few words, may be because we were  meeting each other after a long gap.  “you seem to be in a hurry?” he asked and I simply said, ” Yeah, it may rain”  “rain?” he asked me rather sarcastically.  Thunder was still rumbling  and I asked him “Don’t  you hear that ?”.  Just then we heard that long whistle of the 6pm Ooty-Mettupalayam train which was chugging along the narrow gauge.. the engine and the first compartment had already entered the first tunnel.

“So, that was your problem”, he said; again sarcastically yes, there was not much difference between thunder in the distant sky and the sound produced by that train.

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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