Facts and Fiction, Humor, In real life, Ooty, P U Krishnan, Television


With a five-star hotel up there and several new buildings on the near-by hills and valleys, my vexed mind got some relief from that solitary hill which has withstood human encroachments so far. But how long?, I wondered. Anyway, right now, it has managed to protect itself from crazy chaps.
As I moved on and on thinking about that hill, the 6 P.M siren jolted me from my day-dreams and it was time to say “About-turn… March”. I must be at home as quickly as possible so that I won’t miss a crucial scene in that TV serial. What will be the fate of Dilip-Susi romance?.
When I was about to reach home, I saw a friend of mine with his daughter. He too seemed to be in a hurry… but, on seeing me, he stopped for a while and asked me whether I was in a hurry. I could not say Yes or No. So, I simply smiled, not knowing what to do. Fortunately his daughter told me, “Uncle, my dad is in a hurry. We have just managed to escape from our house when some guest arrived just when we were getting ready to see that serial. We managed to sneak out?”. “Are you people also worried about the fate of that Dilip-Susi romance?”, I asked. “Exactly”, she replied. I heaved a sigh of relief and took them to my house. And, as soon the day’s episode was over my friend and daughter left my home after thanking me profusely!

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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