Facts and Fiction, Ooty, People


“Teek, Teek…” The familiar sound of the sparrows reminded me of that evening when we witnessed the massive inflow of those tiny birds from their far-off shelters encroached by the human beings. Simultaneously I also heard the long whistle of the evening train and it was time to say “ About turn, march!” but the continuous Teek, Teek of the sparrows prompted me to proceed to the thick bushes which served as a fence around the newly built house.
But, where were these thick bushes? Oh my god! I was standing close to that new building but these bushes were not to be seen but, still, I heard the teek teek sound which seemed to say, “Look at the new wall… We are down here… They have left a small tree untouched”. “Oh,…” I told those birds, “So, you have lost your 2nd asylum too!”

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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