Humor, In real life, Ooty, Short Stories

In the good old days

“Hi… after a long time…”. He must be in his early seventies but I could not recognise him immediately and I had to pretend that he was one of my close friends. Fortunately, he took out his cell-phone from his pocket and uttered a few words and switched it off and told me, “It is from my wife… “. If I keep mum, I would be betraying myself but he saved me from such a predicament by narrating certain events while he was traveling in a bus to Ooty. As he was talking he repeatedly said, ” In the good old day…”.

Suddenly I whispered to myself, “Eureka, Eureka”. This chap is none other than Chockalingam whom I used to meet at the local library on Sundays nearly two decades ago. So, it was his “Good old days” which saved me from an embarrassing situation. Even in those days he used the phrase “Good old days” while we were in conversation.

Hats off to good old days!.

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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