Faiths should be respected.

The recent violence against Hindus in Bangladesh, including the arrest of Hindu monk Chinmoy Krishnadas, was sad... The imprisonment of Krishnadas, a notable figure, has led to an escalation of violence against the Hindu community, an issue that was strongly condemned as unacceptable in a civilized society. Millben's appeal to the international community to step forward and protect religious freedoms is commendable. Religion should be respected, and all individuals must be protected from violence, as such acts have no place in a peaceful society. The call for global solidarity in safeguarding religious rights is an essential reminder that we must unite to uphold the dignity of all faiths K.Ragavan Bengaluru

Small Story 94.Stalwart's Blessing

Small Story 94.Stalwart's Blessing Sundaresan had joined the private audit firm just two days ago. He took the 8:45 AM electric train from Tambaram to Fort Station, arriving at his office on Nyiappanaicken Street by 10:00 AM. The office was well-maintained, air-conditioned, and furnished with good-quality furniture, creating a pleasant work environment. Madhavan, the owner of the firm, had retired from Singapore and started this firm three years ago. In that short span, he had built a strong clientele and established a reputation among some of the most reputed firms. His credentials and overseas experience spoke volumes, and his success was undeniable. One day, as Sundaresan was busy at work, the peon came to him with a message: "Sir, the boss wants to see you." Sundaresan entered Madhavan's chamber. At 73 years of age, Madhavan was smart, handsome, and full of energy. "Sit down," Madhavan said, gesturing to the sofa across from him. Sundaresan sat down, and Madhavan continued, "I’ve seen your credentials, and I’m happy that you’ve chosen my firm. May I know why you selected us?" Sundaresan replied, "Sir, I have an M.Com with a gold medal. I’ve studied your background, and I admire your standing in the industry, both here and abroad. Your firm in Singapore ran successfully for thirty-five years, and many of your former employees are now well-settled in various places." Madhavan smiled. "You know about me, and I’m truly thrilled. Now, tell me about your background and your family." Sundaresan replied, "I have my parents. My dad is a cook, working at marriages and other functions, and my mother is a housewife. My dad always wanted me to study and become a great accountant. He had a reason for this—his former boss once ill-treated him when he asked about his accounts. This incident made my dad determined that I should become a professional accountant." Madhavan was intrigued. "What is your dad’s name?" "Ramanathan," Sundaresan answered. "And where are you from?" Madhavan asked. "Kumbakonam," replied Sundaresan. Madhavan smiled warmly. "You will come up in my firm in the future." As Sundaresan stood up to leave, Madhavan added, "I’ll tell you something. My dad was also a cook from Shencottah. That’s why I believe you’ll be a successful professional accountant in the future." Tears welled up in Sundaresan’s eyes, touched by the blessing of the experienced and proven stalwart. It was a moment he would never forget—a blessing he knew would not go to waste. K.Ragavan 1-12-24

Small Story 93. Good Event Meet.

Small Story 93: Good Event Meet Rohith came home from the office. He works as a Programme Executive for an event management company. His job involves writing short stories for various events, usually lasting about 10 to 15 minutes. These events include weddings, birthdays, and official meetings for parties. Tomorrow, he has to prepare a story for a 15-minute speech at a meeting of retired pharma company executives. His dad, Ram, had retired from a multinational company but wasn't part of that particular group. As Rohith entered the house, Ram noticed his son's mood. "Hey, you seem a little off today," Ram said. "Yes," agreed his wife, Ambujam, looking at him with concern. "No, Dad, I’m okay," Rohith replied. "Tomorrow I need to prepare a story for the meeting of retired pharma executives. This group does a lot of good work, helping those who are suffering. They have a trust that supports people with various ailments. It’s inspiring." "You’ll do a great job at this event," Ram said with confidence. "I believe in you." Ambujam brought tea for both of them. As Ram sipped it, he smiled. "This tea is perfect, as always. You’ve been keeping the same taste for three decades, which is amazing." Ambujam smiled and replied, "Thank you, but today I feel like the tea isn’t as perfect as usual." Ram chuckled. "You’re always looking at the positives, never focusing on the flaws." After a few minutes, Rohith decided to take a walk to clear his mind. As he walked through their apartment complex, he ran into Nandhini. "Hey Rohith, how are you?" Nandhini greeted him. "Let me introduce you to my niece, Vasanthi. She just came from the U.S. two days ago." Vasanthi introduced herself with a warm smile. "I’m Vasanthi, and I work at a pharmaceutical company called EMerck in New Jersey as a quality control manager." Rohith thought this was a good sign for preparing his story for tomorrow's event. After a few rounds of walking, Rohith and Vasanthi had become good friends. Nandhini invited them over for snacks, and after introductions, they parted ways. That night, Ram helped Rohith by crafting a romantic story based in New Jersey. The plot revolved around a heroine from New Jersey who was impressed by the group's charitable deeds, particularly their efforts to help suffering humanity. She donates a generous amount to their cause. Ram managed to stretch the story for 15 minutes, and the audience applauded warmly at the end. Ram and Ambujam watched the event with pride, and Vasanthi was also there, enjoying the presentation. The next day, Nandhini visited Rohith's place with Vasanthi. "Rohith, Vasanthi and I were really impressed with your story," Nandhini said. "She especially liked the character you created, Chandhini, who donates to the cause. And she’s also impressed with your character." Rohith listened eagerly. "Good news," Nandhini continued, "Vasanthi wants to propose you as her future better half." Rohith was thrilled. The plot he had created for the story had, in a way, brought him closer to Vasanthi, who had become a lovely and thoughtful person in his life. After two months, Rohith and Vasanthi's wedding was celebrated with both families and the members of the pharma association, marking the beginning of a new chapter for them K.Ragavan 30-11-24

Letter.

Letter Published in the National UAE on 29 Nov 24 Israel-Hezbollah ceasefire gives Lebanon a faint chance to re I write in reference to Robert Tollast's article Why did Israel accept a ceasefire with Hezbollah? (November 27): while the Israeli government may have differing views internally on its conflict with Hezbollah, the decision to agree to a ceasefire seems strategic in the context of managing tensions on its northern border and bringing stability to that part of the region. But both parties would need to constantly adhere to the terms of the ceasefire for the situation to remain calm. A prolonged ceasefire might offer a window of opportunity for Lebanon to focus on rebuilding its politics and economy, and eventually restoring its cultural heritage. The broader hope for normality in the Middle East, including the restoration of vibrant cities such as Beirut, remains a complex but worthwhile goal. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 92. Story of MMP.

Small Story 92 Story of M.M.P. . Gopal arrived at Bengaluru Station, where he was warmly welcomed by his daughter-in-law, Swapna. "Hello, Dad! How are you? Was the journey comfortable? You left Tirunelveli 14 hours ago. Come, take it slowly," she said as she gently took his hand from the train's doorstep. Gopal carried only a big suitcase with him, the rest of his belongings had been sent through transport. It had been a year since his wife, Savitha, passed away due to severe complications from diabetes. Gopal had been living alone in Tirunelveli, his hometown, since his retirement from a leading pharmaceutical company in Mumbai. After his wife's death, his only son, Ram, a Program Manager at an IT company, and Swapna, his daughter-in-law, suggested that he move in with them. With no other option, Gopal agreed to come to Bengaluru and join them. After a comfortable drive through the city, Swapna brought Gopal to their house in Jayanagar, an independent house that Ram had built. The house had a huge garden, which was an added attraction. Swapna had always treated Gopal like her own father, and they shared a deep attachment. Ram and Swapna, however, had no children. Swapna, a dietician at a leading hospital, explained Gopal's daily routine: a morning walk, followed by some time in their mini library, and breakfast, which she would prepare in advance. Lunch was made by their North Indian cook, consisting of vegetables and rice. In the evening, around 5:30 p.m., both Ram and Swapna would come home. At first, Gopal was not happy with the cooler weather in Bengaluru, but over time, he got accustomed to the climate and the people. Swapna, being cautious about Gopal's health, especially after the loss of her mother-in-law, was very mindful of his sugar levels. She prescribed only one sweet treat for him each day, as Gopal was near the border of diabetes. Gopal, on the other hand, was very fond of sweets and often indulged in them excessively. However, Swapna made it clear that he could have only one sweet per day, and that too a different one each time. Gopal’s favorite sweet was Mysorepak, and Swapna designated Monday as Mysorepak day. Gopal eagerly awaited Mondays, counting the days for his beloved treat. Three months passed, and Gopal was not only maintaining his sugar levels but also enjoying his favorite sweets in moderation. He realized how well Swapna cared for him, treating him like both a father and a child with equal love and attention. He was grateful to his daughter-in-law and Ram for taking such good care of him in their beautiful, peaceful home. He also learned an important lesson during his time with them: contentment was the key to controlling everything, especially his desires and habits. Gopal had found peace, not only in his health but also in his life, thanks to the thoughtful planning and care of Swapna. K.Ragavan 29-11-24

Small Story 91.Friend's Mirace.

Small Story 91.Friend's Miracle. Prasanna was completely disappointed after not receiving a reply from his old friend Ram, who had settled in the US. Ram and Prasanna had been good friends since school days. After completing his degree, Ramwent to the US for higher studies and eventually settled in New Jersey. Prasanna, on the other hand, studied in the UK and later settled in Bengaluru. Ram's parents had also moved to Bengaluru. His father, a retired IIM professor, and his mother, a retired bank manager, lived there. Ram was the eldest son, and his younger sister, Chandhini, worked in the IT sector. Prasanna had always wanted his younger brother, Chander, to marry Chandhini, and he had written to Ram about his wish. However, for more than ten days, he received no response, and Ram's phone was switched off. Ram's parents were also in the dark about Ram's whereabouts. One day, Prasanna received an assignment from his office in New Jersey, where Ram lived. On Monday,Prasanna departed for NewJersey and arrived there. His office arranged for him to stay in a hotel for 14 days. The next day, he visited Ram's area, where Ramhad bought a house. When Prasanba rang the bell, a Sikh man answered the door. "I am a friend of Prasanna Ram said, introducing himself. The Sikh man smiled and replied, "I am Satwinder, Ram's colleague. A few months ago, Ram fell down at the office, and I immediately took him to the hospital. He was diagnosed with lung cancer. I asked him to inform his parents, but he refused. He was admitted to the hospital a few days ago, and since he is not married, he asked me to stay at his house. The doctors are hopeful about his recovery, but only after further investigations. Would you like something to eat?" "No, thank you," Prasanna replied. "Can I see him? I need to find out what's happening." Satwinder nodded. "The doctors have advised not to disturb him, but I will take you to the hospital tomorrow." The next day, Satwinder took Prasanna to the hospital. When Prasanna saw Ram, he began shedding tears. Prasanna spoke with the doctors, who informed him that a new doctor, an expert in lung cancer, was due to join the hospital. Her name was Dr. Vasanthi, and she was coming from New Zealand. The following day, Dr. Vasanthi joined the hospital. When she saw Ram was surprised. " how is it that you are here?" she asked, looking at his reports. Ram toowas surprised, as he had not expected to meet Dr. Vasanthi in the US. After college, he thought she had married and settled in New Zealand. Dr. Vasanthi examined Ram and expressed hope that he could survive with the new treatment plan she had developed. Over the following days, her dedication and new methods of treatment helped Prasanna recover. In the meantime, Dr. Vasanthi shared her own story. She had recently lost her husband, Vishnu, to lung cancer. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't save him, and she had dedicated herself to finding ways to help others with similar conditions. Prasanna was grateful to Dr. Vasanthi for her help in saving his friend. Over time, a bond developed between them, and they began to grow closer. Dr. Vasanthi, moved by her feelings and her desire to make peace for her late husband, agreed to marry Ram knowing that he was a surviving cancer patient and an old friend from her college days. Meanwhile, Chander and Chandhini also got married with the blessings of their families.Ram now in a happy relationship with Dr. Vasanthi, was content, knowing that both his brother and his friend had found happiness K.Ragavan 28-11-24

Small Story 90. Destiny Unfolded

Story 90 Destiny Unfolded. Bhishma had joined Hotel Motwani a few days ago as an accountant after completing his M.COM. The hotel, owned by Sait Ramlal, was a popular vegetarian restaurant known for its reasonable prices and quality food. Sait Ramlal, a devout follower of Sri Ram, had started the hotel ten years ago and had built a strong reputation in the area. His focus was on both affordability and quality, ensuring that people from all walks of life could enjoy his food. Bhishma, originally from Kakinada, had settled in Chennai. His father was a postmaster, and his mother worked as a bank employee. It was a happy family, with good cultural and traditional values. Bhishma was well-respected by both his colleagues at work and the supply staff. One day, Bhishma saw his old college classmate, Ragini, having lunch at the restaurant. Surprised, he approached her. "Hey, what a pleasant surprise to see you here after seven years! I never expected to see you again!" Bhishma exclaimed. Ragini smiled and replied, "Yes, I didn't expect this either. I joined a bank in Vijayawada and worked there for two years. Now I've been transferred to the Chennai branch. Yesterday, I came here and checked into a hotel. I’m also looking for accommodation, but I don’t know anyone here." Bhishma thought for a moment and then said, "No problem, Ragini. I'll help you out. Let me call my mom and tell her about the situation." He immediately called his mother, Savithri, explained everything, and she agreed to let Ragini stay with them. Bhishma asked Ragini to wait for half an hour, as his duty would end at 5 PM. At 5 PM, Bhishma took an auto, reached Ragini’s hotel, and helped her with her luggage. They drove back to his home, where his parents were waiting to greet her. Bhishma’s house had three spacious bedrooms, a large hall, and other rooms. His parents made Ragini feel at home, and she stayed with them while she looked for a place of her own. A few days later, Savithri mentioned to Ragini that Bhishma’s family was considering a proposal for marriage between the two. Ragini, who had secretly had a crush on Bhishma during their college days, hadn’t shared her feelings with him back then. Bhishma, too, had been focused on his studies and had never thought about a relationship at that time. Ragini agreed to discuss the proposal with her father. Two days later, Ragini’s father called Bhishma to inform him that he had already arranged a marriage for her with a family friend’s son. Bhishma was surprised but not disappointed. He soon discovered that the boy his future father-in-law had chosen was none other than his own friend, Pravin. Bhishma called Pravin to congratulate him, but Pravin confided that while his father had agreed to the match, he was actually in love with Mallika, a colleague of his. "Today, I’m planning to tell my dad," Pravin said. Upon hearing this, Ragini’s father decided to support his daughter’s wishes and told his friend not to interfere in their children’s lives. As a result, Bhishma and Ragini’s marriage was arranged with their families’ blessings. The wedding was a beautiful event, attended by close relatives and friends, and everyone celebrated the union of the two, who had now come together not just as old friends, but as life partners K.Ragavan. 27-11-24

Small Story 89 AFlight of Fond Memories.

Small Story 89 A Flight of Fond Memories. Bengaluru International Airport Terminal 2 was busy as usual. Athmanatha Rao arrived at the airport, and the staff at the main gate greeted him. After checking his identity card, they gave him a respectful salute and took his two bags to the BA Business Class counter. Athmanatha Rao had retired two years ago from HAL's Engineering Division, where he had been a professor for pilot training students. His family consisted of his son, Advaith, and his wife, Ambujam, a class Administrative professional working for a leading corporate group in Denver. Advaith worked as a senior editor for a major American newspaper. Rao's wife, Pankajam, was a retired professor from a famous college in Bengaluru. Their only son, Advaith, had settled in the US and did not want his parents to live alone. He had arranged permanent visas for them, and today they were traveling to join him. They had a good breakfast in the special lounge. Athmanatha Rao was diabetic but kept it under control, being cautious about consuming sweets. Pankajam, on the other hand, loved sweets and frequently indulged in them. After settling in their seats on the plane, the middle-aged passenger seated next to Athmanatha Rao greeted him. Rao replied but could not recognize him immediately. As the plane took off, passengers unbuckled their seatbelts. The neighboring passenger then said, "How are you, sir? Do you remember me? I am Dhananjay, your old student. I’m now working as a pilot for British Airways." Rao then remembered him. Dhananjay had been from a middle-class family but was brilliant in his studies. The previous year, he had struggled to pay his fees, and Athmanatha Rao had helped by covering the 25,000 rupees. Dhananjay had repaid the money after three years, which left a lasting memory in Rao's mind. "Yes, I remember you! How are you? And where are you going?" asked Rao. "I’m going to Denver to meet my cousin," Dhananjay replied. "That's great! I’m also going to Denver," said Rao. "It looks like we’ll have good company." Dhananjay mentioned that he was still a bachelor and his parents lived in Udupi. He recalled how Rao’s advice during his student days had influenced him, and he admired Rao’s teaching methods. After 18 hours of travel, with a break in London, they reached Denver at 11 PM local time. After collecting their luggage, they stepped outside, where Advaith waved and greeted his father and mother. “How are you, Dad? How’s Mum?” he asked. Ambujam, who had some work, had sent him to receive them. "Hello, Dhananjay! Welcome!" said Advaith. "Ambujam asked me to receive you." During the car ride, Athmanatha Rao learned that Ambujam, his daughter-in-law, was actually Dhananjay’s cousin. They reached their home at 12:30 AM. Ambujam joyfully welcomed her in-laws and cousin. It was a memorable journey for Rao, made even more special by the reunion with his old student. Journeys are always pleasant, but only a few become memories. This was one such memorable journey for the three travelers. K.Ragavan. 26-11-24

Tribute to Writer SivaShankari 845.

Tribute to Writer SivaShankari 845 Today, I remembered an influential personality in the Tamil literary world who created a significant impact with her versatile writing decades ago. It was none other than writer Sivashankari. Her stories, both short stories and novels, resonated with millions of readers. Her writing was known for its depth, relatability, and subtle yet powerful portrayal of human emotions. A few of her stories were adapted into popular films, such as 47 Natkal, Avan Aval Athu, Thiyagu, Nandu, and Kutty Appa. One of her most beloved stories was Kutty Appa, which captured the hearts of many. Sivashankari had a unique and versatile style when it came to describing characters, making them come alive in the minds of her readers. Her ability to capture the nuances of human nature and portray complex emotions with simplicity and grace set her apart as a celebrated writer in Tamil literature. Her works not only entertained but also offered profound insights into the human condition. Today, I am happy to pay tribute to this versatile personality who mesmerized millions of readers with her captivating write-ups. Sivashankari’s remarkable storytelling and insightful portrayal of human emotions left an indelible mark on Tamil literature. Her ability to craft engaging narratives with depth and authenticity made her a beloved figure in the literary world. Through her short stories, novels, and their film adaptations, she touched the hearts of readers and viewers alike, earning a special place in the cultural fabric of Tamil literature. K.Ragavan 25-11-24 Until We Meet Again Next week,

Small Story 88. Dhoti and the BMW

Small Story 88.The Dhoti and the BMW. Kalia Perumal entered the big reception hall. He was greeted at the main entrance by his grandson's friend's parents. "Come in, Mr. Kalia Perumal, very happy to see you. Why hasn't Mrs. come?" asked Swamy, the father of the bridegroom. "Some domestic problem, she couldn’t come," replied Kalia Perumal softly. Dressed in his traditional attire of a dhoti and full shirt, his 77 years commanded respect. He went inside and sat down on a chair, watching the music program. After a while, he wished Madhan, his grandson Ram’s friend, the bridegroom. The music was nice, and Kalia Perumal enjoyed the old Tamil songs of TMS and Bollywood MD Rafi songs. After a few minutes, a gentleman in a suit came and sat next to him. Seeing the dhoti, he wasn’t keen on talking to him. The dinner was ready, and Kalia Perumal was about to get up when the suited man said, "I’m Simha, retired forest officer." Kalia Perumal introduced himself, "I’m a retired school headmaster." "Where do you stay?" Simha asked. "I stay on Kanakapura Road," replied Kalia Perumal. "Ah, I’ll drop you on the way," Simha offered. Kalia Perumal didn’t say anything. After a delicious dinner, Swamy came over and asked, "Mr. Kalia Perumal, did you enjoy the food? Take this cover to home." Simha received a call. "Yes, I recently changed my car. It’s the latest edition of the KIA, with all the facilities. I’ve finished my dinner, and I’m giving a lift to a friend on the way." Simha spoke in a high style, ignoring Kalia Perumal, who was still sitting quietly. Just then, Kalia Perumal received a call. "Sir, I’ve arrived. I’m in the parking area." Simha asked, "From your house?" "No, our driver, Kumar, is here to pick me up." "Oh, I see. Which car do you have?" Simha asked casually. "BMW," replied Kalia Perumal. Simha felt embarrassed. He had misjudged the man in the dhoti. Kalia Perumal hailed from Tenkasi, with a strong family tradition, and his grandson Pawan held a top position at Google. Pawan had asked his grandfather to attend the wedding on his behalf. After parting ways, Simha learned an important lesson: Never underestimate a person based on their external appearance. Later, he became a good friend of Kalia Perumal. K.Ragavan 25-11-24

Story 87: The Mystery of the Missing Wallet Ranjitha stepped into the luxurious house, greeted warmly by the security. "Welcome, Madam. The lady of the house is expecting you; please go this way." She walked inside and took the elevator to the first floor. There, the service lady greeted her, offering a seat and promising to bring some juice. "Madam Nandhini will be here shortly," she said. As Ranjitha sipped the fresh juice, she heard footsteps approaching. “Good evening, Ranjitha. How are you?” Nandhini, the lady of the house, entered with a friendly smile. “Is your boss doing well?” Nandhini asked. “Yes, Madam, he is fine,” Ranjitha replied politely. Nandhini led Ranjitha into a private room, her face etched with concern. "From 2 p.m., I’ve been so worried," Nandhini confessed. "Last week, my husband Sanjay and I returned from Singapore after visiting our daughter, Vasanthi. Before we left, we locked our cupboards using a secret code and placed a wallet containing three crores worth of diamonds inside. But when we returned this morning, we were shocked to find the wallet missing." Ranjitha examined the cupboards, which were secured with a secret code, and nodded thoughtfully. "I remember clearly," Nandhini continued. "Last year, my daughter gave me two green wallets from Europe. I’m certain I placed it there." Her eyes welled with tears as she spoke. "I’m not as concerned about the money, but the diamonds have been a part of our family for generations." "Do you suspect anyone in the house? The maids or the other employees?" Ranjitha asked. "No," Nandhini replied, shaking her head. "I first came here at 7 a.m. and opened the locker around 2 p.m. Then I took a rest and played with our pet cat, Nimmy. She’s been with us for five years. She’s cute and very smart. Last year, Nimmy was happy with the color of the wallet I gave her. She was keeping it safe in her small room, but one day, she misplaced it while playing. I fed her this morning before I opened the locker." Ranjitha asked, "When did you feed her?" Nandhini explained, “I fed her before I came to rest. Afterward, I took her with her milk bowl to the locker room. As I was opening the locker, my phone rang. I went to answer it." "Who called?" Ranjitha asked, observing her closely. "A beauty company. They were asking for my support with their products," Nandhini explained. Ranjitha, still thinking carefully, called out, “Nimmy, come here.” The cat walked over and jumped into Ranjitha’s lap. "How are you, Nimmy?" Ranjitha asked gently as she petted the cat. Then, turning to Nandhini, she asked, "Where exactly is the green wallet?" Nandhini gestured to a spot near the locker, hidden by a beautiful curtain. "It’s behind there," she said. The room was elegant, with a soothing ambiance. Ranjitha pondered for a moment before speaking. “If I’m not mistaken, Madam, I think I know where the wallet is.” Ranjitha walked over and gently pulled back the curtain covering Nimmy's house. There, on a small cushion, was the green wallet. Nandhini’s eyes widened in surprise. “How did you know?” she exclaimed. Ranjitha explained calmly, “When you went to answer the phone, Nimmy must have seen the wallet. She took it with her, probably thinking it was the same wallet you gave her last year. She must have remembered it and brought it to her house.” Nandhini opened the wallet. All the diamonds and cash were still intact. Overcome with relief and gratitude, she hugged Ranjitha. "What an incredible deduction! You truly are amazing!" Excited, Nandhini immediately called her husband, Sanjay, to tell him that the mystery had been solved. “OO1’s assistant, Ranjitha, figured it all out!” she said proudly. Sanjay, on the other end of the line, applauded Ranjitha’s keen investigation. "Well done, Ranjitha. You've truly earned your place in the team. The mystery is solved!" Ranjitha smiled, her job well done. The mystery of the missing wallet had been solved, thanks to her sharp thinking and attention to detail. K. Ragavan | 24-11-24

Good Verdict.

The recent election results indeed demonstrate that in a democracy, the people's verdict holds the ultimate power. Voters are increasingly looking for development, better infrastructure, and accessibility to basic commodities, which seems to have been reflected in the results. This serves as a significant lesson for opposition parties, highlighting that the electorate ultimately chooses those who deliver tangible improvements. BJP’s success, especially in Maharashtra—the business capital of India—shows their ability to appeal to both urban and rural voters, focusing on growth and progress. Similarly, BJP's strong performance in Uttar Pradesh also stands as a testament to their appeal across diverse regions. The results underline the importance of effective governance in securing electoral success. Kudos to the BJP-led alliance for achieving a strong presence and marking a solid impact. K.Ragavan Bengaluru

Small story 86

Small Story 86 Naveen's Good Deed Jack, a bachelor living in an independent apartment, works as a manager for a sports company. One day, he went to the supermarket to buy some essential items for cooking. The supermarket manager, Naveen, greeted him warmly. "Hey, how are you? I missed seeing you around the past few days. Is everything okay?" "I'm fine, thanks. How about you, buddy?" "I'm doing well. Tomorrow, I'm heading to Tuticorin to see my parents." "That's great! You went last year, and now, after a year, you're going again." "Yes, my parents have been urging me to meet a girl for marriage." "That's interesting. So, why haven't you married yet, Jack?" "I’m not interested in marriage, nor do I have any affairs. My parents passed away a long time ago, and I was brought up by my maternal uncle, who's now bedridden and elderly. I’m not sure if any girl would look after him, so I’ve decided not to marry." "That’s a good reason. But how long do you think you can manage alone?" "By God's grace, I can manage. That's why I started cooking, to be self-sufficient." "Well, I wish you the best. I'll see you after I return from Tuticorin." The next day, Naveen arrived at his native place, Tuticorin. His father was a doctor, and his mother was a school teacher. Naveen was their only son. After leaving college in the middle, his parents encouraged him to be independent. He started a supermarket in Chennai with a friend as a business partner, and it was doing well. Now, however, his parents were urging him to marry. In the afternoon, Naveen went to meet a potential bride, Shobhana. She was smart and good-looking. Naveen said he was okay with her, but after talking to her parents, Shobhana made it clear that she expected her husband to be at least a B.A., since she herself had an M.A. Naveen, who had dropped out in his second year of college, was not qualified to meet this requirement. He politely left, not feeling disappointed. Shobhana's friend, Helen, later advised Shobhana to reconsider, but Shobhana remained firm in her decision. Naveen left and returned home. The following day, Naveen was surprised to hear that Jack's uncle had passed away. Naveen went to Helen’s house, where he introduced himself to her mother, Elizabeth. After tea, Naveen shared his thoughts and explained his idea. Elizabeth was convinced, and the next day, Naveen went back to Chennai. He called Jack to inform him of his uncle's passing and also mentioned that it was time for Jack to consider marriage. He showed Jack a picture of Helen and suggested she might be a suitable match. Jack, seeing the beautiful picture of Helen, was taken aback. After some thought, he agreed. A few days later, in Tuticorin, Jack and Helen married in a church ceremony. Naveen, who had helped Jack find his bride, attended the wedding along with his own parents and Shobhana’s family. Shobhana, impressed by Naveen’s gesture, became a good friend of his. K.Ragavan 23-11-24

Letter

Letter Published in The National UAE on 22 Nov 24 Delhi can't breathe With reference to Taniya Dutta's article New Delhi pollution: Schools shut as air quality hits worst level this year in Indian capital (November 18): This time, the city’s pollution levels reached the “severe plus” category, marking the worst air quality recorded this year in Delhi. Such hazardous levels of pollution led to school lessons moving online, work from home, and significantly reduced visibility on the roads, causing traffic to come to a standstill. The alarming situation repeated this year highlights the urgent need for authorities to address the growing air pollution crisis. It is crucial for the government to take immediate and effective measures to improve air quality and bring it back to safer, more normal levels to protect public health and ensure the smooth functioning of daily life. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story85.ABond Beyond Time.

Small Story 85 A Bond Beyond Time Ramanathan never expected to receive an invitation for his friend Somu’s daughter's wedding. Both Ramanathan and his wife Bhagyam were taken aback. They had worked together in the Railway Reservation Department for over two decades. Somu’s daughter, Rekha, had often stayed with them during holidays at their home in Trichy, near Srirangam. Somu had settled in Chennai, in Adyar, and his son Akil had grown up to be a cricket player, working at a multinational bank. Akil had even bought a good house for himself and his wife, who also worked at a reputed bank. Rekha, after her marriage, was planning to move to the U.S. The wedding was scheduled to take place in Chennai over a span of 10 days. Ramanathan’s only son worked at the Trichy Railway Station as the station master. Bhagyam was feeling a bit left out as she spoke to Ramanathan one day: "Don't expect an invitation. Your friend has forgotten us. Rekha is going to the U.S. and becoming more successful. We are nothing compared to them." She reminisced about when Rekha had visited two years ago with her mum Ambujam, and how they had stayed for two days and visited temples. A few days later, Ramanathan was watching the news at 7 pm when the doorbell rang. His son, Govind, opened the door and was surprised to see Somu and Aunt Ambujam. They greeted each other warmly. "Ramanathan, how are you?" Somu asked. "I wanted to surprise you all. I've come to invite you to Rekha’s wedding. I’ll be staying here tonight, and tomorrow we leave for Chennai. I’ve booked hotel accommodation near the wedding hall. I’ve also arranged for someone to drive you to Chennai in their car. After the wedding, you can travel back to Srirangam with him. He’s another close friend of mine from Chennai, now settled in Thillainagar, Trichy. He’s a retired high-court advocate." That night, they reminisced for over an hour, talking about the old days and their fond memories. The next morning, Somu and Ambujam left, but Bhagyam and Ramanathan felt a deep sense of warmth and appreciation for the friendship that had stood the test of time. True friendship cannot be underestimated, and Somu’s gesture was a perfect example of how deep and lasting bonds can bring joy even in unexpected moments K.Ragavan 22-11-24

Stories Target

Dear Friends,. In my recent visit to US few friends asked me to write short stories in English .I took this request and by God's grace completed 84 till today.Hope by God's grace I will complete 100.Want to share this and sharing my stories to all with liberty With WarmRegards K.Ragavan 21-11-24

Small Story 84 The Surprise at the Door

Small Story 84 The Surprise at the Door Ramaswamy was waiting for his turn to give a blood sample for a sugar test when an elderly lady came and sat next to him. She smiled at him and said, "Sir, I’m in a bit of a hurry. If you could kindly allow me to go next, I would be very grateful." Normally, Ramaswamy would have declined, but today he had to finish his appointment quickly to attend to some urgent work. "I'm sorry, Madam, I also have some urgent work. Please excuse me," he replied. "No problem, Sir," she said politely. Her calm and respectful tone made Ramaswamy rethink. He was convinced by her gentle response and decided to let her go ahead. When his turn came, Ramaswamy asked the nurse to let the lady go next. She was visibly relieved and thanked him warmly. After she finished, he went in for his blood test. Once done, he stopped by a nearby Jayanagar hotel for a masala dosa and tea before heading home. The reason Ramaswamy was in a hurry was that his grandson was leaving for higher studies in the U.S. via Delhi at 12 pm that very day. He wanted to finish his work so he could be there on time to send him off. That’s why he initially hesitated to let the lady go ahead. But now, reflecting on her thoughtful manner, he was glad he had made the decision to help her. When Ramaswamy got home, he shared the story with his wife, Ambujam. “I don’t know what made her in such a hurry,” he said. “But in the end, her humble reply made me feel I had done the right thing.” At 11:30 am, just as Ramaswamy was preparing to leave for the airport, his surprise came: the same lady, Janaki, appeared at his door. "Namaskara, Sir," she greeted him warmly. "My grandson and your grandson are classmates. He’s in Colorado, Denver, and will be hosting your grandson, Sreeram, during his stay. I brought some sweets, pickles, and snacks for them." Janaki continued, "I didn’t realize you were his grandfather. Now I understand why you seemed restless this morning. I’m sorry if I disturbed you." She handed over a large parcel and another smaller one for Ramaswamy's family. Just then, Sreeram arrived home and greeted her, "Namaskara, Grandmother. My blessings to you for a safe journey." Ramaswamy was deeply moved by the kindness and thoughtfulness of Janaki. His decision to help her that morning had turned out to be a rewarding experience, reminding him of the goodness in the world. K.Ragavan 21-11-24

Small Story 83 Pure(Pavithramana)Love Part 2

Small Story 83: Pure (Pavithramana) Love - Part 2 Pavithra's father, Ram, admired Mithun's unwavering determination and believed that a miracle could happen, though he often wondered how. Days and months passed by, and nearly two years had gone since Mithun had come to Chennai. Rahul never allowed Mithun to stay alone, and Vasanthi treated Mithun like a brother. Ajay was happy to spend time with Mithun, going out, playing cricket, and chess. One Sunday, Ajay brought his friend Atul home for lunch. Atul was one year senior to Ajay. After lunch, Vasanthi asked Atul, "What do your parents do?" Atul replied, "Dad, Shyam works as a Program Manager in a software company, and my mom, Ambujam, is a renowned psychiatrist with many credentials." The next day, Vasanthi and Rahul visited Atul’s house to meet Ambujam. After introductions, Vasanthi shared Pavithra’s tragic accident and how she had lost her memory, as well as how their dear friend Mithun was suffering because of it. Ambujam listened patiently and said, "I admire Mithun's hope for a miracle. In our family, we’ve witnessed Shirdi Sai Baba’s miracles many times. Bring Mithun, Pavithra, and her parents next Sunday. I’ll see what I can do with Baba's blessings." On Sunday, everyone gathered at Ambujam’s house around 4 PM. After tea and snacks, Ambujam announced, “We are going to watch a movie in our home theater.” Everyone entered the theater. As Mithun walked in, he noticed a photo of Hema Malini on the wall. Pavithra saw the photo and asked Ambujam, "Who is she?" Everyone took their seats, and Ambujam sat next to Pavithra. She turned off the lights and whispered to Mithun, “Come sit next to Pavithra.” Mithun moved to the seat beside her, and Ambujam quietly got up. The film started, and it was Seeta Aur Geeta. As the movie began, Pavithra’s interest piqued, and she began shouting, “Mithun, this is such a lovely movie!” She reached out her hand to the seat next to her where Mithun was sitting. As the movie continued, Pavithra started humming along to the songs, occasionally placing her hand on Mithun's. When the movie ended and the lights came back on, Pavithra turned to Mithun and said, “Mithun, you didn’t tell me we were watching this movie at a friend's house!” Her parents were visibly excited. Vasanthi, along with Pavithra’s parents, thanked Ambujam for her thoughtful idea. With Shirdi Sai Baba’s blessings, Pavithra had regained her memories.Ram congratulated Mithun for his unwavering belief in the miracle, and Rahul was overjoyed as well. A few days later, Mithun and Pavithra’s wedding took place beautifully, surrounded by love and happiness. The following week, the entire group—Mithun, Pavithra, their families, and friends—set off on a journey to Shirdi, to visit the sacred place of Shirdi Sai Baba, the place where their miracle had come to life. K.Ragavan. 20-11-24

Small Story 82.Pure (Pavithramana) Love

Small Story 82 Pure (Pavithramana) Love Rahul received a call from his friend Mithun, who was calling from Kolkata. "Hey Rahul, how are you? I'll be visiting Chennai next Monday for an official transfer. I’ll be meeting you at your house in Tambaram," Mithun said. Rahul couldn’t believe it. Mithun, his old friend from college, was moving from Kolkata to Chennai. Both had been classmates at Christian College. Mithun had lost his parents when he was just 12. His aunt had raised him, and after his graduation, Mithun joined a bank and was posted to Kolkata. His aunt passed away a few years ago, and now, after six years, Mithun was coming to Chennai. Rahul lived in an independent house with his wife, Vasanthi, who was a professor at a women’s college. They also had a cute 5-year-old son, Ajay, who was studying in 1st grade. On Monday, Rahul went to the airport to receive Mithun. Mithun was overjoyed to see his old friend after so many years. He had attended Rahul’s wedding but had to leave for Kolkata soon after. Vasanthi was equally happy to see Mithun. "Hey Rahul, it's been six years!" Vasanthi exclaimed, and Ajay, too, greeted Mithun with excitement. As they reminisced about old times, Mithun told Rahul that his original posting was in Chennai, but it had been changed to Tambaram. Rahul immediately invited him to stay with them. The next day, Mithun entered his new office and was warmly welcomed by all the staff. He was introduced to everyone and finally entered his own chamber. Just as the last staff member left, a lady walked in. "Sorry, sir. I was late because of traffic. I’m Pavithra," she said. Mithun froze for a moment, shocked by the name. "Hello, how are you?" he said, his voice a little shaky. "Sir, this is our first meeting," Pavithra replied politely. Mithun couldn’t help but think that she resembled someone from his past—Pavithra, the woman he had once loved in Kolkata. He had planned to marry her, but before they could finalize things, she was transferred to Chennai. After that, they lost contact for three years. And now, here she was, working in the same branch. Later that day, Mithun visited Rahul’s house and told him about his past relationship with Pavithra. They had been in love in Kolkata, and he had even decided to marry her with her parents' blessing. But after Pavithra's transfer to Chennai, they lost touch. He was shocked to learn that she was now in his branch. As they were talking, a young lady entered their home. "Hello, Madam," she greeted Vasanthi. "Hey, Radhika, come in," Vasanthi said. "This is Radhika. I tutor her in chemistry. Please go to our room for the lesson," Rahul explained. After the tuition session, Radhika was about to leave when she mentioned her sister would pick her up. A few minutes later, Radhika's sister arrived. Mithun was stunned—it was none other than Pavithra. Vasanthi, noticing Mithun’s reaction, asked Radhika about her sister. Radhika shared a shocking story: Pavithra had been involved in a serious accident three years ago, while traveling near Chingleput. Her vehicle was hit by a truck, and she was thrown out. The accident caused severe trauma, and Pavithra lost her memory. She had forgotten everything about her past, including Mithun, and now, she thought of Rahul and Vasanthi as her new family. Despite consulting multiple doctors, there was no explanation for her condition. Mithun was deeply shocked by this revelation. The next day, Mithun and Rahul visited Pavithra’s parents to discuss the past. They reminded Pavithra’s parents about Mithun, as Pavithra had mentioned him before her accident. Her father recalled that she had been planning to marry Mithun, but then the accident happened, and everything changed. Pavithra’s father suggested they check her diary, as she used to write in it frequently. He went inside and found the diary in her personal drawer. They began reading through it and found that Pavithra had written about Mithun, even mentioning how they had watched the movie Seeta Aur Geeta together. When Pavithra had initially proposed to Mithun, she had hesitated and refused, unsure of her feelings. But now, as Mithun read those words, he felt a deep hope that one day, she would remember their love. Mithun was firm in his decision: "I will wait for her, no matter how long it takes. Our love is worth waiting for." But Pavithra’s father was hesitant. "Mithun, you can’t wait forever. You should consider marrying someone else," he advised. Mithun shook his head. "No, I believe in miracles. Our love was real, and I’m sure that someday she’ll come back to her old self. I won’t give up on her." Pavithra’s father, though surprised, could only nod in agreement. "If you truly believe in it,Your love is Pavithramana one then I wish you all the best," he said. Would a miracle really happen? Could Pavithra remember her past and her love for Mithun? Only time would tell. K.Ragavan 19-11-24

Tribute to my friend Murugappan 844

Tribute to my friend Murugappan. 844 Today, I fondly remember my good friend, Murugappan, with whom I have shared a friendship spanning over four decades, dating back to our days in Mysore. He is a man of simplicity, kindness, and understanding—traits that have made him not only a great friend but also a respected professional. Murugappan worked as a branch manager for a leading finance company and later retired to settle in Karaikudi, Chettinad, an area renowned for nurturing talented individuals across all walks of life. He is one of them. During our time in Mysore, we were regulars at the Sri Ramakrishna Seva Sangha, attending Sunday morning sessions from 9-10 AM. We were privileged to listen to the inspiring lectures of various Swamijis from the Sri Ramakrishna Ashrama. Apart from these spiritual pursuits, we also spent many holidays exploring and visiting various places around Mysore, sharing memories that remain close to my heart. Murugappan is smart, punctual, and always willing to help others. Above all, he is a deeply spiritual and God-fearing person, someone whose principles have had a lasting impact on me. Even though distance now separates us, with him living in Karaikudi and me elsewhere, our bond remains strong and unwavering. Today, I want to take a moment to pay tribute to this remarkable friend, who has always been an inspiration to me, especially with his exemplary knowledge of accountancy and his disciplined approach to life. I wish Murugappan, his son, and their entire family continued happiness, good health, and peace in the years ahead. K.Ragavan 18-11-24 Until We Meet Again Next Week

Small Story 81 Work is Worship

Small Story 81 Work is Worship After trying various cabs, Nandhini was tired and started looking for an auto to reach her friend Vasanthi’s place for lunch. Suddenly, an auto pulled up beside her. When she looked at the driver, she was surprised to see a person who looked more like an office employee than a usual auto driver. The driver, a smartly dressed 75-year-old man named Keshav, greeted her warmly. “Where would you like to go, madam?” he asked. “I need to go near Ragigudda,” Nandhini replied. The auto started smoothly, and as they drove, Keshav received a call. “Thank you, Sir. I received your payment this morning, and I’ve made an entry for October rent,” he said, speaking calmly but focused. A couple more calls came in, and Keshav replied to each one while keeping his attention on the road. Curious, Nandhini asked, “How long have you been driving an auto, sir?” Keshav smiled. “For the past one and a half decades, after I retired from the bank,” he replied. “Today is actually my 75th birthday. My children are all well-settled, but you’ll be surprised to hear why I drive an auto.” Nandhini waited, intrigued. “I could easily sit at home, watching TV and gossiping like many others of my age. But I don’t like that. I want to make a difference. I want to help people, especially senior citizens, by taking them to doctors and hospitals. Many of my friends ask me, ‘You have ancestral property and other homes. Why drive an auto?’ But for me, this work is fulfilling. It’s not just about earning money; it’s about making people’s journeys safer and more comfortable.” He continued, “Some people can’t afford to pay, so I don’t charge them. The money I earn goes into my trust, which I use to provide scholarships and cover fees for bright students, regardless of their caste.” Nandhini was stunned by his dedication and selflessness. She looked at Keshav with a newfound respect, seeing him as someone truly extraordinary. “Work is worship,” Keshav said with a smile, repeating the slogan his father had taught him. Touched by his words, Nandhini thanked him, “Thank you, sir.” She got out of the auto and entered the building, eager to share this inspiring experience with her friend Vasanthi. K.Ragavan 18-11-24

Small Story 80 Relationship won't Die

Small Story 80. Relationship Won't Die Madhav Rao was shocked to receive a reply to his invitation from his sister, Rama. In her letter, she mentioned that she wouldn't be attending his 80th birthday celebration, which was scheduled for one week from now in Madurai. Shyamala, Madhav's wife, was also surprised to see her sister-in-law's response. The reason behind Rama’s decision was something Shyamala hadn't expected: her son , Dr. Sudharsan, a leading surgeon at the Government Erskin Hospital, had refused to give his daughter Vasanthi in marriage to Rama's son, who had been working in Canada for several years. Sudharsan had cited the simple reason that relationships between cousins often don’t work out, especially in marriages, which made Rama very upset. She had been unable to convince him, and after that, she stopped visiting Madhav Rao’s place. More than one and a half decades had passed since her last visit. Eventually, she had migrated to Canada. Madhav Rao had always been very attached to his sister, her husband Raghavendra, and his nephew Dhananjay. But despite the tension between the families, Madhav was still hopeful that she would come to his 80th birthday celebration. On the day of the function, held in the famous Lakshmi Sundaram Hall, many dignitaries, VIPs, and doctors had attended. Madhav Rao, who had retired two decades ago from his position as Director of RAW, was highly respected by his colleagues and friends. The celebrations were grand, and people came to Madhav Rao and Shyamala to seek their blessings on this special occasion. Suddenly, Madhav Rao's old friend Keshav arrived with a young boy. “Madhav, I remember the old days we spent together in Chennai. I can't forget them,” Keshav said with a smile. Madhav nodded warmly. “Who is this boy?” Keshav replied, “He’s my friend's grandson. He's here on holiday from some country, I can't quite remember. He wanted to witness this function, so I brought him along. My friend is my neighbor in Adyar.” The cute boy, about 14 years old, prostrated before Madhav Rao and Shyamala in a traditional gesture of respect. Later, Keshav took the stage and introduced the boy to the guests. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here to celebrate the 80th Sadhabishekam of Madhav Rao, a very important occasion in Indian tradition. This young boy, Ram, has come here to witness this function. He is an admirer of Madhav Rao and his family. His grandparents were supposed to be here today, but due to personal reasons, they couldn’t attend.” The guests looked at the boy with curiosity as he stood up to speak. “Hello, everyone,” Ram said confidently, addressing the room. “I am very proud to say that I belong to this prestigious family. Madhav Rao is my grandmother's brother, and he is like a grandfather to me. My grandmother had her reasons for not coming here, but I convinced her, and she allowed me to attend in her place. Despite the letter she wrote to her brother, deep down, she wanted to be here. Unfortunately, she suffered a severe cardiac arrest recently and is now resting. She asked me to convey one message to all of you: relationships never die." Ram’s words were powerful, and Madhav Rao felt a lump form in his throat. Tears welled up in his eyes. Shyamala, too, could not hold back her emotions as they listened to the boy’s heartfelt message. K.Ragavan 17-11-24

Small Story 79.Genuine Friendship

Small Story 79 Genuine Friendship Ram arrived at the bus stand and waited at the gate for his friend Renu. After more than half an hour, he received a call from her. "Sorry, suddenly my mother fell down. I have to rush her to the doctor nearby. You can go to the office. I'll check on her condition and come later." Ram, understanding that Renu was in a hurry, replied, "Okay, take care of your mother." Both Ram and Renu worked in the same advertisement and event management company and had been close friends for the past two years. Many people at work thought they were more than just friends, but the two of them shared a strong bond of understanding and camaraderie. Although they were good friends, they were not in a romantic relationship. Renu had married three years ago to Deepak, an engineer working in the U.S. Deepak had visited India once after their marriage, and Renu had also gone to the U.S. to visit him. Renu had shared her secret with Ram about her marriage and the distance between them. The next day, as Ram was getting ready for work, his mother, Vasanthi, showed him a picture and asked, "I like her. Do you like her? Her name is Chandhini, and she works at Google in the U.S. Her parents, Ambujam and Srinivasan, are old friends of mine from my bank days. She's their only daughter. After marriage, either you can go to the U.S., or she can come to India on transfer to Bengaluru. It’s up to you, Ram." Ram, a little surprised, replied, "As you wish, Mummy." His father, an architect working with a leading consulting firm, also agreed with the idea. At lunchtime, Renu called Ram to check in and inform him that her mother was feeling better. Ram, in turn, shared the news about his mother's proposal for him to marry Chandhini. Renu was happy for him. "If she comes to India, I will be happy for you. But even if you go to the U.S., I will be happy too. I’ll always move forward with you. Not just as a good friend, but as a brother. I lost my own brother when I was in college. He died due to a fever." Ram was taken aback, having never heard this story before. "I’m so sorry, Renu," he said. "No problem, Ram," Renu replied, her voice warm. "After all, we're like family." The next day, Renu received a call from the U.S. It was from her husband, Chander. "Hey, Renu. How are you? I’m happy to share that my good friend, who I treat like a brother, is getting married to an Indian boy. I'm excited for them, and I will make sure to introduce them to her." "Hey, Renu, Chander is a wonderful friend, and also a caring brother. I’m truly blessed to have his association," said Chandhini, who was on the call with Chander. Renu was overjoyed. "Congratulations, Ram. I’m happy for you both!" Ram soon learned that Chandhini was a good friend of Renu's husband, Chander. The marriage between Ram and Chandhini took place smoothly. In a few months, Ram and Renu both migrated to the U.S. to start their new lives. As time passed, Ram, Renu, Chandhini, and Chander spent their holidays together with Ambujam and Srinivasan in San Diego. Vasanthi and her husband would visit the U.S. every year, and the families enjoyed a strong and lasting bond of friendship. Moral of the story: Friendship comes in many forms. The respect and love you offer will always be returned in the same way. Ram, Renu, Chandhini, and Chander demonstrated the true meaning of friendship—one that transcends distance, culture, and even family. K.Ragavan 16-11-24

Small Story 78 Honesty is the Best Policy.

Small Story 78. Honesty is the Best Policy. Padmanaban walked out of the office with a new sense of pride, his confidence restored. The weight that had once hung heavy on his shoulders now felt like a distant memory, replaced by a newfound respect for himself and his principles. As he stepped into his car, he couldn’t help but think about how easy it could have been to compromise—just to sign that cheque, just to follow the request. But he had held his ground. He had stayed true to what he believed was right, even when it seemed like everything was crumbling around him. And in the end, that honesty had proven to be not only his salvation but the key to his advancement. Later that evening, as he sat at the dinner table with Sandhya and Prakash, he shared the news with them. His wife was overjoyed, her relief evident as she listened to how things had turned out. "I always knew you were a man of integrity, Padmanaban," she said, her voice filled with admiration. Prakash, excited by the prospect of his father’s promotion, asked, "Does that mean you'll be getting a big office now, Dad?" Padmanaban laughed, his heart light. "Not just a big office, Prakash," he replied, his smile wide. "But a chance to make a bigger difference. A chance to show that honesty, in the end, is the best policy." As the family sat together, enjoying their meal, Padmanaban felt a deep sense of contentment. He had faced the storm, had weathered the worst, and come out stronger on the other side. And though the ordeal had been painful, it had also been a powerful reminder that integrity, in a world full of tests and temptations, was worth more than any shortcut or compromise. Sometimes, the greatest drama in life isn’t the conflict we face, but the character we choose to show in the face of it. Padmanaban knew he had passed that test, and that was all that mattered now. K.Ragavan 15-11-24

Small Story 77.KaliyugEffect.

Small Story 77 Kaliyug Effect. Janaki slowly entered her brother Sarangan's house. Her sister-in-law, Shubha, welcomed her warmly. "Come, Janaki! It's been a long time. How is everything?" "Yes, Manni. Everything is fine. How is Rekha in Australia?" "She's doing well, Janaki. How is Ashwin in the US?" "Oh, he's fine," Janaki replied, hesitating slightly. She was unsure how to bring up the topic. Her brother Sarangan and Shubha were both strict, orthodox, and followed community guidelines closely. "You seem like you want to tell me something, Janaki," Shubha observed. Janaki took a deep breath. "Yes, Manni. Where is Anna?" "He just finished the pooja and will be here soon," Shubha replied. Just then, Sarangan arrived and welcomed his sister. "Long time, no see. How is Raghunathan?" "He's fine. He's gone to Dubai on an official trip," Janaki answered. "Good. You can have lunch with us," Sarangan said. "No problem, Anna." After a moment of silence, Janaki finally spoke up, though she hesitated. "Anna, Manni, I have some good news to share with you. But I don't know how you will take it." Sarangan and Shubha looked at her curiously. "Go ahead," Sarangan encouraged. Janaki took a deep breath. "Ashwin is going to marry a Native American next week in Boston." Shubha was surprised. "What? She’s working in her office. She lost both her parents in a recent car accident, but she is doing fine. The marriage will be quick. They will marry and come to Bengaluru. And I will arrange it in our style." Sarangan was shocked. "What? Ashwin is doing this? I can’t believe it. I’m against this. We follow our orthodox ways. This is not our culture. I can't accept this." He was visibly upset. "From this moment, our relationship is over. Shubha, our tradition, our family name—it’s all gone." Janaki’s face dropped, feeling defeated. "Okay, Anna, Manni, I will make a move," she said quietly. As Janaki turned to leave, Shubha stopped her. "One minute, Janaki. Take some kumkum." Just then, the courier man arrived with a large envelope. Shubha took it, opened it quickly, and paused. "One minute, Janaki," Shubha said, still holding the envelope. She opened it to find a picture of Rekha, holding garlands, in front of an Australian landmark. She was wearing a wedding dress. At that moment, Sarangan’s phone rang. He answered it. "Dad, it's me, Rekha. I’m fine. Yesterday, I married my colleague. We’ve been good friends for the past year. When I come for my holidays, we will have the ceremony in our Indian style for all our relatives. My husband is a forward thinker and respects my faith." Sarangan, unable to process the news, stood frozen for a moment. The shock was overwhelming. He fainted. Shubha stood there, stunned, unable to look at Janaki. She realized that things were changing, perhaps more than they could understand. This is Kaliyug and whatever you do for others with bad intentions will reflect back on you immediately." K.Ragavan 14-11-24

Small Story 76 The Peanut Ball and the Promise.

Small Story 76 The Peanut Ball and the Promise. It was a busy Sunday at the beach, crowded with families and tourists enjoying the sunny day. Malavika had arrived just ten minutes ago and was waiting for her friend Santhosh. She had recently moved to Chennai for her job at the Telephone Department, and Santhosh, who worked with her, had become a good friend in the short span of three months. Though Santhosh was originally from Hyderabad, he had settled in Chennai with his parents years ago when his father was transferred by the railways. Malavika, on the other hand, was from Bengaluru. Malavika checked her watch, growing a little impatient as she wondered why Santhosh was late. Just then, her phone rang. It was him. "Sorry, Malavika! Some guests have come over at my place. I'll be there in about ten minutes. Sorry again for the delay!" As she put the phone down, a small girl approached her, holding a basket of peanut balls. "Aunty, peanut balls! Only one rupee per pocket!" the girl chirped. Malavika smiled and bought two, handing the girl twenty rupees. "Sorry, I don't have change," the girl said. "If you wait for a while, I’ll bring it." "No problem," Malavika replied. "I'll wait here." Ten minutes later, Santhosh finally arrived, holding a box of sweets. "Take these," he said, "My relatives from Hyderabad brought them." The sweets were delicious, and as they ate, Malavika suggested, "Let's sit over there in that corner." As they walked, Malavika confided in Santhosh. "My dad is against our marriage," she said. "My mom is fine with it, but my dad is hesitant. Maybe because I’m from Bengaluru and we have different cultural backgrounds. But why does he feel this way?" Santhosh, ever patient, reassured her. "It’s not about where you're from or your background. It's about understanding each other. You and I share many similarities, like being vegetarians." The following week, Malavika invited Santhosh to meet her parents. When he arrived at her house, he was greeted warmly by her father, Gopal. "Malavika has told me about you," Gopal said. "The reason I’ve been hesitant is because of a promise I made long ago." He paused, a distant look in his eyes. "When I was younger, I promised my sister that one day, we would become family — 'sammadhi' — through marriage. But after that, my sister left for Madurai with her job, and we lost touch. Over the years, I’ve been searching for her, hoping to fulfill that promise." Santhosh listened quietly, moved by Gopal's words. "I understand, sir," he said. "But if you meet my parents, you might change your mind. You’ll see that we come from good family values." Gopal nodded thoughtfully. "Alright, I’ll meet them. Let's see how things go." The next day, Gopal and his family arrived at Santhosh place. As they sat together, Gopal's eyes widened in shock when he saw Santhosh's mother, Shweta. "Are you... Shweta?" Gopal asked, stunned. Shweta nodded, a soft smile on her face. "Yes, GopalAnna.. It’s been a long time." The two siblings, separated for decades, were finally reunited. Shweta introduced her husband, Jayanth, and shared the story of how she had left all those years ago to pursue her career, only to later marry her colleague and start a family. Malavika’s father was overwhelmed with emotion. He never expected to meet his long-lost sister again, let alone through his daughter’s love story. As they all chatted, a young girl entered with a tray of sweets. "Akka!" the girl called out, recognizing Malavika immediately. "I’ve been searching for you! Here’s your balance — 18 rupees!" Malavika laughed. "I remember! You were the one selling peanut balls on the beach that day!" The girl, named Ramya, was the daughter of the cook at Malavika’s house, Vandhana. She had been helping her mother sell peanut balls on Sundays, and it was that very day — when Malavika had bought the peanut balls from her — that set the stage for all the events that followed. As the group continued talking, they realized how this simple exchange of peanut balls had led to the meeting of two families, the fulfillment of a long-forgotten promise, and the blossoming of love between Santhosh and Malavika. In the end, what had started with a small girl selling peanut balls on the beach turned into a heartwarming family reunion, a promise kept, and a love story that was destined to be. K.Ragavan 13-11-24

Small Story 75 A Chance Encounter.

Small Story 75 A Chance Encounter Rakesh was visiting Dubai for the first time, impressed by the glitzy malls and high-end stores. He had just arrived from Singapore for a three-month deputation at his company’s Dubai office. Rakesh worked as a finance manager for a leading global audit firm, and everything about the city fascinated him. As he wandered through the mall, a woman approached him, speaking in Arabic. Rakesh smiled apologetically and said, "I’m sorry, I don’t speak Arabic. Can you please speak in English?" The woman looked a bit surprised but quickly responded, "Oh, my apologies! I’m from Cairo, and I’m visiting Dubai for the first time. I was just wondering where the food court is. I’m craving some authentic Arabic food." Rakesh pointed towards a corner of the mall. "The food court is over there, on the right." "Thank you!" she said, smiling warmly. "I’m Khaja. I work for a leading Arab bank in Cairo." "Nice to meet you, Khaja," Rakesh replied. "I’m Rakesh, here on a work deputation." Khaja hesitated for a moment before saying, "Why don’t you join me for lunch? You might like some Arabic dishes." Rakesh smiled, but politely refused. "Thank you, but I just had a snack." Khaja nodded and walked toward the food court. Rakesh, being in a new place, often felt hesitant about interacting with strangers, but something about Khaja seemed genuine. About ten minutes later, Khaja returned, looking upset and flustered. "Rakesh, I’m in trouble. My wallet was stolen!" she exclaimed. "I went into the food court, and when I reached for my wallet, it was gone!" Rakesh was taken aback. "You should report it to the mall authorities." Khaja shook her head. "I don’t know where to begin. This is my first visit here, and I don’t know anyone. I’m also worried because my credit and debit cards were inside. I have the details saved on my phone, but..." Rakesh thought for a moment. "If you need money for the food court, I can help." Khaja quickly declined. "No, I’m not worried about food. I just need my wallet back." At that moment, her phone rang. "Hello, is this Khaja?" a voice on the other end asked. "I found your wallet! Where are you? I’ll transfer the money t Khaja’s face lit up with relief, and she turned to Rakesh. "It’s Salim,my husband. I must have left in my house." Rakesh smiled. "No problem, Khaja. You can give him my number and let him know it’s okay to transfer the money." Half an hour later, Rakesh received a message confirming the transfer, and he handed the money to Khaja. Her eyes filled with grateful tears. "Thank you, Rakesh. People these days often cheat, asking for money or personal details online. But you’re different. I studied your face, and I found you honest. You didn’t ask for anything in return, and that made me trust you." Rakesh smiled. "It’s just the right thing to do." Khaja then handed Rakesh her business card. "If you ever visit Cairo, please let me know. I’ll show you around." Rakesh nodded. "And if you’re ever in Singapore, I’ll do the same for you." They both laughed, and Khaja shared some good news. "By the way, my husband works as an archaeologist for the government’s Pyramids department. Maybe next time you visit, you could see the pyramids!" Rakesh was intrigued and excited at the thought. They made their way to the food court, where Rakesh insisted on treating Khaja to lunch, despite her efforts to pay. Their unexpected meeting had turned into a pleasant friendship. They both left the mall that day with a smile, knowing that they had made a genuine connection. Little did they know, their friendship would continue to grow over the years. Both had come to Dubai for different reasons, but fate had brought them together. K.Ragavan 12-11-24

Tribute to Tamil Writers 843.

Tribute to Tamil Writers In the world of literature, talented writers have always left their mark, each with a unique style and voice. Tamil writers, too, have firmly established their identity in the literary world. Even though many have passed away, their contributions continue to live on through the hearts and minds of millions of readers. Recently, the Tamil literary world lost the talented writer Indhira Soundarrajan, whose distinct writing style and storytelling ability earned him wide acclaim. His passing has been deeply felt, with many acknowledging that his loss is a great one to Tamil literature. Similarly, countless historical writers have left an indelible impact on readers, their works still remembered and revered by generations. From ancient Tamil Sangam literature to contemporary voices, the legacy of Tamil writers continues to inspire and enrich the literary landscape.Writers viz, Kalki, Chandilyan, Ra.Ki.Rangarajan,Maniyan,Chavi,Kadugu and many are still remembered shows their delivery.Today I am happy to pay tribute for tamil writers . K.Ragavan 11-11-24 See you Until Next Week

Small story 74 Tomy Mystery.

Small Story 74 Tomy Mystery. Ranjitha arrived at the posh apartment complex, showing her ID before entering. The complex, built by the renowned Falcon Group, consisted of just 75 villa-style apartments. She made her way to the Rose Flowers building and reached apartment 501 on the 5th floor. When she rang the doorbell, the owner of the apartment, Vinodhini, opened the door and warmly invited Ranjitha inside. "Please come in," Vinodhini said. Ranjitha stepped into the spacious hall, which was decorated lavishly, resembling the set of a Bollywood film. Vinodhini offered her a cup of tea. "Thank you," Ranjitha said as she took the cup. "Tell me, Madam, what happened?" Vinodhini lowered her voice. "Our Tomy is missing. He's been with us for over six years—faithful, loving, like a member of our family. You tell me, how could he go missing?" She continued, her voice tinged with concern. "My husband Nandakumar and I went to Mumbai for four days. Our servant, Lokesh, was looking after the house during our absence. He left today after receiving an urgent call from his native place, Arsikere—his mother-in-law passed away. We returned home at 7 AM, but Lokesh had already left at 6:30 AM. Before he left, he called Nandakumar. We searched the apartment, but Tomy was nowhere to be found." By this time, Nandakumar, a well-known criminal lawyer and a close friend of Ranjitha’s chief, Paramanand, had joined them in the living room. Nandakumar, speaking to Ranjitha, asked, "How is my friend, your Chief, Paramanand?" "He's fine, Sir," Ranjitha replied. "What time did Lokesh call you?" Ranjitha inquired. "6 AM. He called from the bus stand," Nandhakumar answered. "And how long has Lokesh been with you?" "Over 9 years—he's been honest and trustworthy. Tomy is like a family member to us. We treat him like our son." Ranjitha , understanding his distress. "I can understand your feelings," she said, turning to Nandhakumar. "Lokesh has been a trustworthy servant for years. Did he know you were coming today?" "We were supposed to come the day after tomorrow," Vinodhini replied. "But in Mumbai, I received the news of my old friend Vikram’s daughter’s wedding in Chennai tomorrow, so we decided to return early." "Can I call Lokesh?" Ranjitha asked. "Yes, I’ll give you his number," Vinodhini said, handing it over. Ranjitha called Lokesh. "Tell me, what happened to Tomy?" she asked. Lokesh responded, "Madam, there was a lot of family news due to the death in our family, and I received many messages in our native language, Kannada. In the midst of it, I accidentally sent a message to Nandakumar Sir, saying that I left Tomy in a daycare near the house and provided the details." "Thank you, Lokesh," Ranjitha said, ending the call. "Mr. Nandakumar, Lokesh has sent you a message in Kannada, saying he left Tomy in a daycare this morning. He was expecting you the day after tomorrow, but had to leave because of the family emergency." Nandakumar, who could understand spoken Kannada but not read it, had misunderstood the message when he saw it on his phone. He had thought it was about some other news. Ranjitha’s quick investigation had cleared up the confusion. She had discovered that Tomy was safe in the daycare, and all the worry was for nothing. "I’m glad we found out where Tomy is," Nandakumar said, sighing with relief. "I thank you, Ranjitha, for your sharp thinking. Even though Tomy is just an animal, he's a faithful member of our family. I'm also proud of my friend Paramanand and his team's talent. K.Ragavan 11-11-24

Great loss.

The Demise of 80 year old Versatile actor DelhiGanesh is a great loss to the film industry especially South Indian film Tamil and Serials.Liked by one and all from the film fraternity.May his soul rest in Peace. K.Ragavan Twitter Linked In My Blogs

Small Story 73 The Unexpected Wedding.

Small Story 73: The Unexpected Wedding Raghuram was getting ready for his official tour to Sydney. His wife, Malathy, was busy packing his clothes, passport, and ticket into his suitcase. Their daughter, Malini, a Senior Project Officer at a leading IT company, was preparing for her day at work. At 26 years old, Malini was not yet married, and she was known for her sweet demeanor and pleasant manners. Raghuram worked as a Senior Project Manager at a leading consulting company, where he provided advice on various projects. He was known for his modern thinking and helpful nature. His best friend, Ram, worked as a General Manager at a nationalized bank in Bengaluru. The two had been friends since childhood. Ram's wife, Ambujam, had only one son, Anirudh, who was an Civil engineer .Though Raghuram and Ramare friend, were close, their views on many things, including astrology, differed. Ram called to wish Raghuram a safe journey to Sydney. “What time is your flight?” Ram asked. “4:30 PM,” Raghuram replied. Ram was taken aback. He believed in astrology and had his own beliefs about timing, but Raghuram didn’t adhere to such concepts. He was pragmatic and never changed his plans based on superstition. Ram whispered to himself that even though they had differing views, their friendship remained strong. Raghuram’s flight was on a Sunday, and he arrived safely in Sydney. Ten days later, Raghuram returned home and invited Ram's family over for lunch on another Sunday. They were scheduled to arrive at 11 AM. Just before lunch, Raghuram’s phone rang. It was his friend Ramesh. “Are you on the way, Ramesh?” Raghuram asked. “Yes, I’ll be there in 10 minutes,” Ramesh replied. Ten minutes later, Ramesh arrived. Raghuram introduced him to Ram. "Ram meet my good friend Ramesh. We’ve been travel buddies for over ten years. Whenever I travel, he’s always there. I’m proud to call him my friend." Ramesh smiled modestly. “No, Mr.Ram , I’m just a humble person who loves my work. Raghu is the real leader in his field.” Raghuram added, “Ramesh is an award-winning editor and producer. He’s worked on films in multiple languages, and his simplicity and straightforwardness have earned him respect in the film industry.” Ramesh then explained, “I was a bit late because I was working on a film. We were shooting a scene where the bridegroom’s father says his daughter is two years elder to marry. But in the end, the hero convinces him. It was a heartfelt scene.” Ambujam was delighted by the story and, looking at Anirudh, said, “Raghuram, Anirudh is like a hero. Malini likes him—why not arrange their marriage?” Raghuram smiled and replied, “I have always considered Anirudh a fine young man. If Ram agrees, we can set a date.” Ram , who had initially been hesitant about the idea of a marriage between their children due to the age difference, was now rethinking his position. Ramesh's friendly suggestion and good intentions had made him reconsider his old beliefs. After a moment of thought, Ram finally agreed. “If Raghu is happy, I will support this marriage. We will fix a date.” Raghuram, knowing his good friend’s sincere intentions, agreed. “I’ve always admired your thinking, Ramesh.” With both families in agreement, Malini and Anirudh’s wedding was planned. It was a grand celebration, with the blessings of Ramesh’s family, and both families rejoiced in the union. K.Ragavan 10-11-24

Small Story72. Lost Love

Small Story 72.Lost Love Postman Ponnuswamy was making his third visit to the house at Doorbell No. 32, but once again, there was no response from the owner, Parvathy. He was supposed to deliver a money order worth 1,000 rupees, sent by her grandson from Shencottah. He had already come twice that day, but there was no one home. Frustrated, he decided to wait a little while and try again. Just then, Parvathi, returned home. "Sorry, Postman. I went to visit my friend's father, who is suffering from several ailments," she explained. "No problem, madam," said Ponnuswamy, handing her the money order. "This is from your grandson, Anush." "Thank you," Parvathi replied. "I’ll prepare some coffee for you. Please have some before you leave." "No, madam, I must be on my way," he said, and he quickly left for his branch. After he left, Parvathi placed the money order in front of the family deity. "God, Anush has been sending me money every month for my expenses, and I’m grateful to you for this. My pension from my late husband and Anush's money are enough for me." Her husband had worked in the state warehouse and passed away five years ago. Parvathi’s only daughter and her family lived in Shencottah. Her son-in-law, , worked in a private bank. Their son, Dhanush, a bachelor, was uninterested in marriage, despite having a diploma in mechanical engineering and a job at the same bank. Parvathi called her daughter,Shobha to inform her that the money from Dhanush had arrived. Shobha, along with her husband, had gone to visit a friend’s place, where they met Revathy, the friend's daughter. Revathy had graduated from Tirunelveli College and was not only beautiful but well-mannered. Shobha was immediately impressed and thought she would be the perfect match for Dhanush. She decided that this time, she would convince him to reconsider his decision not to marry. After a casual conversation, Shobha showed Revathy a photo of Dhanush and suggested that he would be a good match for her. Revathy was also impressed by the picture. She spoke with her mother, and they agreed to move forward with the proposal. Shobha’s friend, Ragini, was also taken by the photo and suggested that Revathy’s horoscope be matched with Dhanush’s. After a thorough analysis by an astrologer, it was confirmed that the horoscopes were compatible. Shobha was thrilled to hear that everything was aligned. A week later, Dhanush accompanied his parents to meet Revathy in person. After they had a meal together, Dhanush requested a private conversation with Revathy. Ragini suggested that they speak in a nearby room, and the two of them stepped inside. "I have something to confess," Revathy began. In last meeting I told you this in a playful way, I’ve actually been engaged to someone else. I wanted to see your reaction." Dhanush was stunned. "What do you mean?" he asked, feeling confused. "I was transferred to Chennai 18 months ago," Revathy continued. "Before that, I lost my old mobile and all the contact details, including your number and email. Over the past 18 months, I have been praying to Nellaiappar, hoping for a reunion with you. I was sure our love would eventually end in marriage." Tears of joy welled up in Revathy’s eyes. "I know you're from this place, Dhanush. One day, we would meet again." Dhanush, realizing his mistake, embraced her. "I am so sorry. You’re my schoolmate, and our love has lasted for more than a decade. Your prayers to Nellaiappar have been answered." Their love story culminated in a beautiful wedding, blessed by Parvathi and the whole family. K.Ragavan 9-11-24

Letter.

Letter Published in The National UAE on 8 November24 Donald Trump's win and the prospect of peace The much-talked-about US presidential race and the recent results have brought a dramatic shift in American politics. Several analysts and debates had favoured the Democrats, but the actual outcome turned out to be quite different. In any democracy, one must accept the people's verdict, and this serves as a valuable lesson in humility and the risk of overconfidence. Hopefully, the US will continue to uphold its bilateral relationships with allies and maintain strong ties with other nations. Kudos to President-elect Donald Trump on a spectacular win. K Ragavan, Bengaluru,

Small Story 71 The Story of Derpak and the Calender

Small Story 71. The Story of Deepak and the Calendar Narasimhan had retired from his government job a few years ago and devoted his time to community service. He was well-known for his dedication to conducting Hindu rituals in his hometown and even extending his services online to Hindus living overseas. His life was peaceful and content with his family: his wife, Vedha; his son, Dinesh; his daughter-in-law, Pankajam; and their only grandson, Deepak. It was a close-knit family, thriving on the income from Narasimhan’s previous job and the contributions from Dinesh, who had also left his private-sector job to help his father with his community service. Deepak, a bright student studying engineering, had recently been ranked among the top students and had received an offer to study abroad on a scholarship. His parents, Dinesh and Pankajam, were excited about the opportunity, but Narasimhan and Vedha were hesitant. While Narasimhan believed that family ties and staying close to home were important, Vedha had always dreamed that Deepak would go abroad, not out of greed, but for the opportunities and experiences it would provide him. For years, Narasimhan had followed a strict morning routine: he would change the date on the family calendar and adjust the time on the clock. This ritual was important to him, as it gave him a sense of order in his day. One day, Vedha decided to take over this small task, thinking it would ease Narasimhan’s burden. At first, she performed the task diligently, but over time, she began to forget. The calendar dates were often torn late at night, as Vedha struggled to get everything done before retiring for bed. The night before Deepak's scheduled flight, on the 10th of the month, Vedha tore off the calendar date for the next day, unaware of the impact it would have. Deepak had been preparing for his flight, double-checking his bags and documents. When he glanced at the calendar, he saw the date was the 11th and assumed he had missed his flight. Panicked, he whispered to himself, thinking it was already too late. He quietly went to bed, assuming he had missed his chance. The next morning, when everyone woke up, Narasimhan noticed that Deepak was still home. Surprised, he asked, "Why haven't you left yet, Deepak?" Deepak explained, "I checked the calendar last night and saw that today was the 11th, so I thought I missed my flight. I didn’t want to wake anyone." Dinesh was shocked. "We expected you to leave at 4:30 AM for the airport!" Narasimhan, always the calm figure in the family, reassured Deepak. "It’s okay, son. Don’t worry. There must have been some confusion." When Vedha realized what had happened, she felt guilty for tearing off the date too early and causing the mix-up. She apologized to Deepak, who was grateful for the understanding, though still upset by the moment of panic. But fate had a different plan for Deepak. The very next day, he received an email from Google, offering him an incredible starting salary for a position in his hometown. The company had reviewed his credentials and decided to offer him a job locally instead of abroad. Deepak, initially set on leaving, began to reconsider. Pankajam, too, felt that staying close to family was a better choice for them at this point in life. Narasimhan, always believing in the strength of family, was content with this change of heart. Not only did Deepak choose to stay in the country, but he also agreed to spend more time with his family, joining them for community service activities with his grandfather. Narasimhan was overjoyed that his family was staying together, united by love and respect. As for Vedha, her small mistake had led to a big change. She was thankful that Deepak had decided to stay, and Narasimhan gave his blessings, thanking the family god, Lakshminarasimhan, for bringing everything to its rightful place. The family’s bond grew stronger, and Deepak’s decision to stay home, pursue his career locally, and spend more time with his grandfather and father on community service projects brought them even closer. Narasimhan was content that his values had been respected, and he was proud of the unity that had come from the small mishap with the calendar. K.Ragavan 8-11-24

Small Story 72. Miss Calculation

Small Story 72. Miss Calculation Postman Ponnuswamy was making his third visit to the house at Doorbell No. 32, but once again, there was no response from the owner, Parvathy. He was supposed to deliver a money order worth 1,000 rupees, sent by her grandson from Shencottah. He had already come twice that day, but there was no one home. Frustrated, he decided to wait a little while and try again. Just then, Parvathi, returned home. "Sorry, Postman. I went to visit my friend's father, who is suffering from several ailments," she explained. "No problem, madam," said Ponnuswamy, handing her the money order. "This is from your grandson, Anush." "Thank you," Parvathi replied. "I’ll prepare some coffee for you. Please have some before you leave." "No, madam, I must be on my way," he said, and he quickly left for his branch. After he left, Parvathi placed the money order in front of the family deity. "God, Anush has been sending me money every month for my expenses, and I’m grateful to you for this. My pension from my late husband and Anush's money are enough for me." Her husband had worked in the state warehouse and passed away five years ago. Parvathi’s only daughter and her family lived in Shencottah. Her son-in-law, , worked in a private bank. Their son, Dhanush, a bachelor, was uninterested in marriage, despite having a diploma in mechanical engineering and a job at the same bank. Parvathi called her daughter,Shobha to inform her that the money from Dhanush had arrived. Shobha, along with her husband, had gone to visit a friend’s place, where they met Revathy, the friend's daughter. Revathy had graduated from Tirunelveli College and was not only beautiful but well-mannered. Shobha was immediately impressed and thought she would be the perfect match for Dhanush. She decided that this time, she would convince him to reconsider his decision not to marry. After a casual conversation, Shobha showed Revathy a photo of Dhanush and suggested that he would be a good match for her. Revathy was also impressed by the picture. She spoke with her mother, and they agreed to move forward with the proposal. Shobha’s friend, Ragini, was also taken by the photo and suggested that Revathy’s horoscope be matched with Dhanush’s. After a thorough analysis by an astrologer, it was confirmed that the horoscopes were compatible. Shobha was thrilled to hear that everything was aligned. A week later, Dhanush accompanied his parents to meet Revathy in person. After they had a meal together, Dhanush requested a private conversation with Revathy. Ragini suggested that they speak in a nearby room, and the two of them stepped inside. "I have something to confess," Revathy began. In last meeting I told you this in a playful way, I’ve actually been engaged to someone else. I wanted to see your reaction." Dhanush was stunned. "What do you mean?" he asked, feeling confused. "I was transferred to Chennai 18 months ago," Revathy continued. "Before that, I lost my old mobile and all the contact details, including your number and email. Over the past 18 months, I have been praying to Nellaiappar, hoping for a reunion with you. I was sure our love would eventually end in marriage." Tears of joy welled up in Revathy’s eyes. "I know you're from this place, Dhanush. One day, we would meet again." Dhanush, realizing his mistake, embraced her. "I am so sorry. You’re my schoolmate, and our love has lasted for more than a decade. Your prayers to Nellaiappar have been answered." Their love story culminated in a beautiful wedding, blessed by Parvathi and the whole family. K.Ragavan 9-11-24

Small Story 70 A Decision Beyond Love

--- Smsll Story70.A Decision Beyond Love Janaki anxiously looked at the clock—it was 5 PM. Her son Anand had been a source of pride for her and her husband Ramnath, who had recently retired as a chief reporter for a leading newspaper. Anand, a gold medalist in Chartered Accountancy and a national-level basketball player, was a handsome, smart young man who worked for a multinational bank, often traveling abroad. Today, however, there was something different. At 7 PM, the parents of a potential bride were coming to meet Anand. Janaki’s phone suddenly rang—it was Anand. "Mummy, you’ve forgotten! The girl’s parents are coming at 7 with her horoscope. I’ll be there in 20 minutes. Do you need anything?" "No, just come home soon," Janaki replied, hanging up the phone. She glanced at the clock again. The doorbell rang at 7 PM, and the girl's parents, Prakash and Pankajam, arrived. After the formalities of exchanging horoscopes, Prakash, a retired Inspector General from the Crime Branch, was clearly impressed by Anand's accomplishments. "My daughter Vasanthy is a CA as well, and I believe she would be a good match for your son," he said. Janaki was equally impressed when she saw Vasanthy's photograph—a beautiful, slim, and tall woman with a radiant smile. Both families agreed to confirm their decision within a week. The following week, Prakash and Pankajam invited Anand’s family to their home in Uthirahalli to meet Vasanthy in person. On Sunday, Anand was equally impressed by Vasanthy. However, just as the conversation was flowing, Prakash received a phone call with shocking news—his elder brother, who had been ill, had just passed away. The sudden grief left everyone in a somber mood. Ramnath, who was a principled man, immediately recognized that such an unexpected situation was not a good omen for the families. "Prakash, in light of this, I think it would be best to discontinue the relationship," he said calmly. Anand, although initially hesitant, trusted his father’s wisdom. Over the years, Ramnath had always guided him with sound advice, and Anand respected his father’s decisions. Without disappointment, Anand nodded in agreement. The relationship was called off, not due to any fault of the families or their children, but because of an unforeseen event that everyone felt was a sign. It was a hard decision, but Anand knew that sometimes, life’s course must be respected—even if it doesn’t align with personal desires. K.Ragavan 7-11-24 ---

Kudos to Donald Trump.

The Recent US Presidential race and the results out come made a dramatic change from Analysts and http://debates.In any democracy People's verdict are the final and a lesson to Overconfidence.Kudos to Donald Trump.

Small Story 69 The Ten Rupees

Small Story 69 The Ten Rupees Chander arrived in Tirunelveli, the city that held a treasure trove of memories from his past. Decades ago, he had visited every two months for work, but it was one fateful trip that had forever changed his life. He remembered the temple in the Junction area where he had met Archana—a moment etched in his heart. Standing before Lord Rama and Anjaneya, Archana's soft voice had caught his attention. She lamented having lost a ten-rupee note just as the priest prepared the Archanai plate. Chander, wanting to help, offered her the money. “Take this, and tomorrow, I’ll collect it,” he said, not expecting her to turn around and introduce herself. Archana accepted his kindness, and they struck up a conversation, revealing their unexpected connections—her father was Dr. Seshan, an old practitioner he admired. That chance encounter led to many evenings spent together in the temple and later at Raj Café, where they shared dreams and aspirations. Archana, a bright MSc Chemistry student, was preparing for a future in the U.S. Meanwhile, Chander was the only son of a retired diplomat, his own path entwined with family expectations. But life took a cruel turn. Archana’s father passed away just as she was about to leave for Boston, and a tragic accident followed, leaving her bedridden and with one leg lost. Communication between them faded, and despite Chander's love for her, he respected her silence. Years passed. Chander's career took him to Mumbai, and he buried his heartache under layers of work. He convinced himself that he could move on, but Archana remained a ghost of his past. Twelve years later, fate had other plans. On a work trip to the U.S., he walked into a laboratory, only to find Archana in a wheelchair, a reality he was unprepared for. Their reunion was bittersweet. Archana, though smiling, revealed her decision not to marry, an oath made at the Anjaneyar temple in Tirunelveli. She had embraced her new life, focused on supporting her brother Ramu and his family. Chander felt a rush of emotions but knew he had to respect her choice. Still, he couldn't shake the love that had blossomed over those simple moments—over ten rupees and heartfelt conversations. Returning to India after that meeting, he decided to retire in Tirunelveli, where their story had begun. Each day, he visited the temple, remembering how a ten-rupee note had brought them together. He bought a small house, filled it with memories, and let the past wash over him like the gentle temple bells. True love, he realized, transcended all material confines. Though their paths had diverged, his heart remained tied to Archana—a reminder that some bonds, once formed, are never truly broken. K.Ragavan 6-11-24

Small Story 68 Respect for Education.

Small Story 68 Respect for Education. Ramasharma, a retired schoolmaster, was well-respected in his community for his dedication to education, particularly in mathematics. He was a principled man, devoted to his wife Shubha, his son Naveen, who lived with him along with his wife, Lakshmi. Lakshmi, a passionate Carnatic music enthusiast, regularly hosted music programs and also offered free English tuition at their home three times a week. They resided near the famous Ragigudda temple in Bengaluru. Naveen, a gold medalist in M.Pharm, worked as a marketing manager for a pharmaceutical company. He was not only academically accomplished but also had a vibrant personality, known for his love of local Kannada films. His insightful comments about movies had garnered attention from industry figures, many of whom suggested he pursue acting. However, both his father and he were against the idea, while Lakshmi secretly hoped he would consider it. One day, a relative from Hassan, Shyam, visited. He shared his own aspirations to act in films, and Ramasharma encouraged Naveen to guide him. The next morning, Naveen saw an advertisement in the local paper calling for new faces. Knowing the director was a friend, he introduced Shyam for an audition. Impressed, the director offered Shyam a supporting role, which he embraced with enthusiasm. Over the next few years, Shyam blossomed into a popular hero in Kannada cinema, eventually moving his parents to a Posh independent house in Garden City, close to the Ramasharma family. When Shyam invited them for his housewarming ceremony, Ramasharma was taken aback to see the name of the house: "Ram Naveen." During the celebration, Shyam announced his plans to start a school in collaboration with Ramasharma and Lakshmi, intending to honor the support he had received. As he expressed his gratitude to Naveen for his guidance, tears welled up in both Ramasharma and Naveen's eyes. Naveen had chosen not to pursue acting, but through his selfless gesture, he had paved the way for Shyam's success, leaving a lasting impact on their lives. K.Ragavan 5-11-24

Small Story 67 Implications of Karma.

Small Story 67. Implications of Karma Athmaram was a retired government servant from Bengaluru, happily living in Jayanagar with his wife, Bhagyam, and their only son, Advaith, along with his wife, Swapna. Their financial situation was comfortable, thanks to Athmaram’s pension, Advaith’s lucrative job in the IT sector, and Swapna’s income from her storytelling endeavors. They enjoyed a lavish lifestyle and actively engaged in philanthropic deeds, distributing sweets and clothes during festivals like Raghavendra Aradhanai, Sri Ramanavami, Dasara, Deepavali, and Gokulashtami. Despite their happiness, a cloud lingered over the family: Advaith and Swapna had been married for six years lost their child during Covid 19 Swapna, however, never let this dampen her spirit; she channeled her emotions into her writing, continuously innovating and creating new stories. Athmaram, a firm believer in karma, remained positive, comforting his family and cherishing their days together. One day, Bhagyam visited her favorite goddess, Mahalakshmi, at the temple. There, she unexpectedly met her old friend Rajalakshmi, who hailed from Tumkur. The two women had studied together in college and shared a warm reunion, reminiscing about their youthful days. During their conversation, Rajalakshmi revealed a heartfelt secret: she and her husband, Mukund, had adopted four visually challenged children, dedicating themselves to their education and hoping that advancements in technology would one day restore their sight. Bhagyam listened intently, feeling a swell of pride for her friend's noble choice. That night, inspired by Rajalakshmi’s story, Bhagyam shared the news with her family. Joy filled their home as they discussed visiting the home for visually challenged individuals the next morning. Athmaram reflected on the situation, whispering to himself that perhaps this was the reason they hadn’t been blessed with children—a lesson in karma. Grateful to both Bhagyam’s friend and the goddess Rajalakshmi for this enlightening experience, the family felt a renewed sense of purpose and connection, eager to share their blessings with those in need. K.Ragavan 4-11-24

Tribute Versatile Actress B.SarojaDevi 842.

Tribute to Versatile actress B.Sarojadevi 842 .Today, I want to pay tribute to the versatile actress Sarojadevi, who made a significant impact in Indian cinema across various languages. Hailing from Karnataka, specifically Bengaluru, she became a prominent figure in Tamil films decades ago. Her journey began with the film Mahakavi Kalidasa, which won the National Film Award in Kannada over sixty years ago. With a prolific career spanning more than two hundred films in Kannada and Tamil, she is fondly known as Abhinaya Saraswathi. Some of her memorable works include Baga Pirivinai, Palum Palamum, Kalyana Parisu, Alayamani, Pani Thirai, Ponmana Selvan, and Iruvar Ullam, with more recent films like Aadhavan showcasing her enduring talent. Sarojadevi is one of the few personalities in the film fraternity who is universally admired. Her charming smile, graceful demeanor, and ability to embody diverse roles have earned her numerous accolades throughout her career. Today, I am happy to pay tribute to this talented actress in my blog, adding my voice to the thousands who have celebrated her contributions over the decades. K.Ragavan 4-11-24 Until We Meet Again Next Week,