Issues in India, Kids, Ooty, P U Krishnan, Parents

Poles apart

“When to the session of sweet silent thought, I summon up the remembrance of things past”. These lines flashed across my mind while I was all alone at my favorite spot, enjoying the evening sky, the hills and valleys… the presence of several new houses, not withstanding.

Thinking that I was all alone, I repeated those lines a bit loudly. But, to my surprise, there stood a young man who too was in a mood to repeat those lines loudly.

Immediately, we made friends with each other and began to quote several well known poems which included ” Ten thousand saw I at a glance tossing their heads in sprightly dance”.

Then I asked him whether he was an English literature student. “Yes”, he said. Then, after a while, he began to weep. “Why, what happened”, I asked and he replied, “But my dad is totally against it… you know why?”

“Yeah, I know your dad. He has told me their story several times but I used to support you…” “OK sir, I am leaving… my dad is waiting for me near that…” Before completing the sentence, he left saying a loud “Bye!”

His father is known to me… not a friend as such but some one who I used to meet now and then… He is a building contractor.

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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