Bollywood, Facts and Fiction, Humor, Indian Cinema, P U Krishnan, Short Stories

A friend in need is a friend indeed

“Traitor, Traitor…” Venu kept on shouting those words when he woke up at mid night after a horrible dream. “Ten years have passed, ten summers with the length of ten long winters… again my stupid mind refuses to admit my own selfishness and utter a word in praise of Revi, my best friend and classmate.” During his college days Venu won several prizes on annual competitions and his only rival was Revi, his best friend who withdrew from several competitions at the eleventh hour so as to make each competition a cake walk for Venu. In spite of such sacrifices Venu was sore with Revi for participating in just one speech competition in which Revi got the first prize.
Habits die hard. Venu is in a similar situation yet again. He is the manager of a private company and is in love with one of his subordinates, Miss Vimala. She is good looking but a workaholic with an eye on promotion. He is in a dilemma because he cannot approach her directly since he happens to be her boss. His only hope is his roommate and friend Sasi who has been entrusted with a tricky job of falling in love with her and letting her down at the opportune moment so that he can pretend to be sympathetic to her and…
But the inordinate delay on the part of Sasi in abandoning her made Venu suspicious of his friend’s role and that shocking dream had something to do with his present condition as well! Of course, these things happen only in our movies!

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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