Facts and Fiction, Humor


With houses coming up in every nook and corner and a handful of green-cald vacant lands counting ‘their’ days, one has to look at the distant hills and the sky above to enjoy the beauty of the nature.

I have certain chosen spots where I stand and look around and up to enjoy the evening sky and enchanting colours left by the sun. one such spot is close to a good old house, hail and healthy and surrounded by trees and plants decorated with flowers of attractive colours which make us spell – bound. Yes, the colours are one of the wonderful creations of the almighty or a gift, rather.

The otherday, while I was standing at the very same spot, immersed in the beauty of the nature, I told myself, “it is the colours of the nature which force us to stand and stare!” Just then I heard someone saying”, No, Not the yellow one…The one close to that red one” “you mean, the one behind the light brown ?” “yeah, the one next to the orange one”

I was a bit confused but soon realised that they were trying to spot out a house in a nearby valley where several new buildings are coming up. There were four or five of them including a young chap who seemed to enjoy the surroundings but when he said, “why do they leave the vacant lands? cant they build a new house for them or sell it off” I new that he was on the look for vacant spaces for construction of houses.

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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