Ooty, Short Stories, Travel

Trees or Buildings?

“Chip of the old block… This hill station has umpteen mind- blowing scenes… Right now, the sun set and the evening sky… The happy-go-lucky trees and plants dancing to the tune of the unseen wind…” The lady seem to be upset over the behavior of her son and his look-alike father!

“Mom, what the hell are you doing there? Look at those hills and valleys… hidden by those newly-built big houses…”

“You and your down-to-earth dad enjoy the ‘sight’… the beauty-killers… shit”. The lady retorted and moved on. Meanwhile, I poked my nose and said, “Instead of Ooty, they could have chosen some big cities” and she smiled and said, “That was their plan but I…”

It seems most of the tourists, these days, have set their eyes on the new buildings!

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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