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International Children’s Festival… something for elders too!

It was like summer showers in Ooty when natives and the tourists jump for joy as they rush towards nature’s canopy provided by trees. On one such occasion, when I was on my way to my house with the borrowed umbrella in my hand, I could see some students from the plains dancing to a hit song, “Thenmerku paruvakattru….” (It was about the advent of the south-west monsoon) and I stopped there, unmindful of the rain because I was too happy in their happiness!
Reminiscent of the happy occasions, and to my excitement, there was a similar show at an isolated spot at that mini island and I proceeded towards that spot with rhythmic steps, “why this kolaveri…”was in the air when we reached there and this was preceded by a Punjabi song and dance. The mini island mentioned above was in Vancouver, Canada and the occasion was International Children’s Festival. There were several tents erected, especially for this occasion and the kids were enjoying the fun. More than anything else, it provided an opportunity for the kids to exhibit their talents. What made this occasion unique was the presence of kids of different origins….Europe, Asia, Africa and Latin America….and there was no discrimination

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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