The other day while I was searching for a suitable B’day card for one of my close relatives, there was a middle-aged man in search of suitable greeting cards (may be for his friends in connection with a local festival). He reminded me of an incident last year on the eve of New Year’s day. I was at ‘Waves’, a shop known for its immense variety of greeting cards. As usual, I bought a few cards but to my surprise, there was another customer who collected nearly 20 cards without bothering to read or enjoying the pictures. And, when I went to the post office to send my cards, this chap was also there but to my surprise, all his cards were addressed to himself and when I could not hide my surprise, he smiled and said, “I am sending all these cards to me and the provocation is my neighbour who used to get 10 to 20 cards every year and he used to boast of it. So, I thought of teaching him a lesson. Got it?” I simply laughed and left the place.
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. View all posts by P U Krishnan