Small story 143.

Small Story 143: Acceptance of Reality Ragunath had come to the airport to see off his friend, Ramnath, who was heading to Sydney for an official visit. After checking his baggage, Ramnath was waiting for Ragunath. As soon as Ragunath arrived, he greeted his friend with an apology. "Sorry I’m late, heavy traffic," he said, handing over a small packet to Ramnath. "This is for my nephew; he will receive it at Sydney Airport. Have a nice and safe journey." With the short duration of Ramnath’s flight, the two friends parted ways. Ragunath headed out of the airport to his car, and as he was leaving, his wife, Shreya, called him. "Have you given the packet to Ramnath?" she asked. Ragunath nodded in response. "What’s in the packet?" he asked again. "My nephew Sudarsan is doing a pooja for Sri Ramanujar, so I bought some saffron for him," Shreya explained. After hearing this, Raghunath said, "Okay, I’ll go straight to the office now. I’ll see you in the evening." Both Ragunath and Ramnath worked at the same company. While Ramnath was in charge of export operations and traveled frequently, Ragunath was the Administrative Manager for the entire group. Ragunath had a daughter, Vasanthy, who was in her final year of B.Com. She was smart, intelligent, beautiful, and had a respectful, god-fearing nature. Shreya was humble and simple, and together they made a happy family. Ramnath, on the other hand, had only one son, Arjun, who was studying and working in the U.S. Ragunath had always hoped that Vasanthy would become Arjun’s wife, and the two would live in the U.S. for a few years before returning. His wife, Shreya, also liked this idea. However, the course of events would soon take an unexpected turn. That evening, when Vasanthy came home, she brought good news. "I got a job at a leading audit firm in Jayanagar," she said excitedly, referring to the company where she had participated in a campus interview. The family was proud and happy about her success. The next day, Ragunath received a call from Ramnath in Sydney. The news he shared was a shock. "Arjun is proposing to his colleague, Sophia, for marriage," Ramnath said. Ragunath was stunned. "What’s your opinion on this?" he asked. Ramnath explained, "Pankajam and I never expected this, but after hearing about Sophia, we both like her. She lost her parents at an early age and was raised by her uncle, Davidson, a well-mannered, respectable man who follows the ISKCON principles. Sophia is also aligned with these values. Even if she were a pure American, Pankajam and I would still agree to this marriage. Our son’s happiness matters most, and we cannot oppose his wishes." Ragunath listened quietly. Ramnath continued, "We believe that understanding, respect, shared sentiments, and mutual compatibility in food and faith are essential for a successful marriage. Arjun and Sophia are aligned on all these points. So, we are accepting this relationship." Ragunath, who had initially hoped for Vasanthy to be Ramnath’s daughter-in-law, realized the wisdom in Ramnath's acceptance. He understood that ultimately, it was God’s will that had guided things, and sometimes, one must embrace what is meant to be. The situation showed him that life often doesn't unfold as planned, and it’s important to accept reality with an open heart. K. Ragavan 1-2-25

Letter.

Letter Published in The National UAE 31Jan 25 Maha Kumbh and the lessons in crowdJan management The National UAE, Middle East and world breaking news, stories and analysis January 31, 2025 In reference to The National report Maha Kumbh Mela: Nearly 40 feared dead in crowd crush at Indian festival (January 29): It was saddening to read about the casualties of the crowd crush at the Maha Kumbh Mela, a grand festival held in the northern Indian state of Uttar Pradesh. The incident that occurred on Wednesday was unfortunate and heartbreaking. While millions of devotees from various parts of India and abroad were able to participate in the festival in previous days, the crowd crush marred an otherwise peaceful gathering. Despite the massive crowd, the local government, had till then managed the festival well. But this incident serves as a reminder of the challenges of ensuring safety at such large-scale events. The Indian prime minister expressed his condolences to the families of the deceased and wished for the swift recovery of those injured. The Maha Kumbh Mela, a once-in-a-lifetime event for many, marks the convergence of sacred rivers and is considered one of the largest religious gatherings in the world. Despite extensive safety measures, such tragic events can still occur when crowd numbers become overwhelming. I pray for the victims and wish the injured a speedy recovery and I hope for peaceful days ahead for the remainder of the festival. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 142.

Small Story 142 The Principled Principal After checking her luggage, Swapna waited for her elderly neighbor, a 75-year-old retired college principal who had boarded the flight from London after visiting his daughter. During their conversation, Swapna discovered that he lived on the next street over from her. She offered him a ride home, but he was delayed due to needing a wheelchair. Once he arrived, he apologized for the delay. "No problem, Sir. Everything is fine," Swapna reassured him as he explained that his luggage was being handled by the porter. They both exited Bengaluru’s Terminal 2, where they were struck by the dramatic increase in passenger traffic in such a short span of time. As they made their way to Swapna's car, she asked, "Who do you live with here?" "I live alone. My adopted daughter is settled in the UK," he replied. Swapna was surprised. "What about your wife, sir?" "No, I’m a bachelor," he said, and Swapna was taken aback. At 75, with such a dignified presence, he lived alone by choice. His house came into view, and Swapna dropped him off, exchanging contact information before leaving. Later that evening, after taking a long rest, Swapna’s son returned from his office. "How are you, Mummy?" he asked, giving her a hug after 45 days. "How is Dharini?" he added. Dharini was the elder sister of Anil, Swapna's husband, who worked as an architect for a leading consulting firm in Bengaluru. That night, as they enjoyed dinner prepared by their cook, Damodaran, Swapna recounted her experience with Professor Ramnath. She shared his story of being a principled man who never married, despite being deeply attached to his late brother, and how he adopted a girl from an orphanage and helped her become a successful IT consultant in the UK. When Swapna mentioned the name Ramnath, Sandeep, her husband, exclaimed, "He lives near our house! How do you know him?" Swapna nodded. Sandeep explained, "He was my friend’s brother. My friend had an accident and couldn’t marry the woman he loved because her parents wanted her to marry a relative. Ramnath, who was very close to his brother, chose to live alone after his parents' passing and never remarried." Swapna admired his decision to live by his principles, and the next day, Sandeep invited the principal over to reminisce about old memories, while Damodaran prepared a delicious meal. K.Ragavan 31-1-25

Small Story 141.

Small Story 141. Cricket Magic: A Ball That Changed Everything Shekar had been waiting at the Shivaji Nagar Bus Stand for more than 15 minutes, but his friend Aravind hadn’t shown up yet. Just as he was about to call, Shekar's phone rang. It was Aravind. "Hey, I’m stuck on the way in my auto. The police stopped me for a check. They got a tip-off about some illegal goods being transported in my auto, but after ten minutes of searching, they found nothing. It was a false report with a different number plate. I’ll be coming by bus. Please wait." Shekar was relieved when Aravind finally arrived ten minutes later. The two friends greeted each other, both familiar with each other from their days of playing cricket together in their apartment complex. "So, any good news?" Aravind asked. "No," Shekar replied with a sigh. "The director is out of the country and isn’t expected to return until the 15th." Shekar had been waiting for a final confirmation on his job application from a multinational company, where he had been selected by the branch manager. The decision, however, was pending approval from the company’s director, NaraHari, who was currently abroad. Aravind worked as a newsreader for Doordarshan, and it was through his reference that Shekar had landed the interview. Shekar’s father was a senior manager at a leading bank in Bengaluru, and their apartment in J.P. Nagar had become a landmark in the area. Aravind’s father worked for RAW as an officer based in Bengaluru. It was a high-profile building, with only 220 cozy apartments, each with top-tier amenities. Two days later, on a Sunday, Shekar and Aravind were playing cricket again in the apartment courtyard. Shekar, known for his hard-hitting shots, hit a tennis ball that soared into the air and landed on a balcony on the third floor. "Hey, here’s your ball!" a sweet voice called out. Shekar turned to see a young woman standing at the balcony. "Thank you," Shekar called up, slightly embarrassed. "Sorry about that." "No problem," the woman replied. "It happens when we play in the apartment playground. It’s not a cricket ball, though." Shekar walked over to the base of the building, where the woman had come down to hand him the ball. "Thanks for your sportsmanship," he said. "We’ve finished our game, but I hit the last ball a bit too far." "I’m Yamini," she introduced herself. "I live in apartment 303 and work in the IT sector." Aravind smiled. "I’m Aravind, and this is my friend Shekar. He’s about to join a new company." Shekar shook Yamini’s hand, feeling a bit nervous but appreciative of her polite and courteous nature. Later, after Shekar had received a call from his dad, he learned that he was about to receive the letter confirming his job offer. Fifteen days later, Shekar reported for his first day at the company. It felt surreal, as he met all the executives and was taken aback by the smooth process. He couldn’t help but wonder how he had been selected without a second round of discussions. His thoughts were interrupted when Yamini walked in. "Congratulations, Shekar! I just joined the company today as well!" she said with a smile. "Thanks," Shekar replied, surprised. "How did you know I was joining?" Yamini looked at him with a smile that held a secret. "Well, ever since I moved into this apartment, I’ve had a crush on you. The other day, when you left for your dad’s call, I overheard that you were waiting for the company director’s approval. I also found out that the director’s name was NaraHari, and he’s my dad." Shekar stared at her in disbelief. "Your dad?" "Yes," Yamini confirmed, "He doesn’t like recommendations, but when he saw your credentials, he was impressed. He not only approved you for the job but also gave his blessing for you to be a part of this apartment family. He sees you as his son-in-law." Shekar couldn’t believe it. Yamini’s father had unknowingly played a role in his success. It was a true twist of fate, and it was all thanks to that cricket ball. As they sat down to chat, Shekar realized that luck had truly smiled upon him. Their marriage was celebrated in a grand fashion, with Aravind happy not just for his friend’s success but also for the way that one wayward cricket ball had changed everything. K.Ragavan 30-1-25

Small Story 140.The Magic of PeriyaKulam.

Small Story 140 The Magic of Periyakulam Shenbagam sat quietly in the bus, lost in thought. Her grandson Venu, sitting beside her, gently reminded her, "Pati, be careful when the stop comes. The conductor will help you get down." Shenbagam nodded, her voice soft as the bus began to move. "Okay, Venu. You go ahead; your office time is nearing," she whispered, a small smile forming on her lips. As the journey continued, her mind wandered to the past. Her husband, Sundaresan, had retired from TVS, and their daughter Bhagyam had settled in Periyakulam, while Sumathi worked in a cooperative bank there. Venu, following his grandfather’s advice, had joined TVS after completing his automobile engineering. Shenbagam was immensely proud of her children—Venu working diligently in Madurai, Bhagyam thriving in the serene town of Periyakulam, which sat gracefully beneath the cool winds of Kodaikanal. Their other daughter, Visalam, lived in Dindigul with her husband. Shenbagam often heard from her childhood friends about their children who had moved abroad, but she was content knowing her children were nearby, close to home. Periyakulam, though small, had a charm of its own—peaceful, clean, with a lovely temple and friendly shops, only a short distance away from Madurai. Her musings were interrupted by the conductor’s voice: "Amma, Periyakulam has come!" Excited to see her granddaughter Sumathi waiting for her, Shenbagam smiled with both pride and joy. They made their way home, where Bhagyam greeted her warmly, followed by a tight hug. After the usual exchange of pleasantries, Bhagyam shared some family news. "Yesterday, an alliance came for Sumathi, but she refused it," Bhagyam said. "Why, Sumathi?" Shenbagam asked, concerned. "Grandma, the boy works in Singapore, and I wasn’t interested," Sumathi replied thoughtfully. "Parents are nice, and they follow our traditions," Visalam added. Shenbagam nodded wisely. "If they follow our traditions and culture, then you can think about it, Sumathi." The evening passed with a visit to the local temple, where Shenbagam was delighted to meet her old friend Amirtha. "Hey, how are you? It’s been so many years!" Shenbagam exclaimed. After catching up, Amirtha invited Shenbagam and her family to visit her home in Chennai. The next day, Amirtha arrived at Bhagyam's house, and after a warm welcome from Bhagyam, they settled down for coffee. Amirtha shared some surprising news: "A family friend brought a horoscope and a girl’s picture for my grandson. I was immediately impressed and decided to make him my grandson’s bride. I sent the picture to him." Shenbagam, curious, asked, "Where is your grandson working?" "He’s on deputation to Singapore but loves this town and wants to settle here. He’s a Global Business Consultant and a Gold Medalist," Amirtha replied. Shenbagam, pleased by the background, asked, "Do you have the girl’s picture?" Amirtha showed her the picture from her gallery. Shenbagam was taken aback when she saw that the girl in the picture was none other than her granddaughter, Sumathi. Both families were overjoyed, and the marriage was soon fixed. The wedding was a grand affair in Periyakulam, with both families celebrating joyfully. After the ceremony, Shenbagam, along with her family, visited their family deity, offering prayers and blessings for Sumathi’s future—hoping that her wishes would come true, with her bridegroom by her side, in the town she loved. K.Ragavan 29-1-25

Small Story 139.The Deserving Pair.

Small Story 139. The Deserving Pair Ramu visited his dad’s friend Vishnu’s house, where he was warmly greeted and offered tea and pakodas by Vishnu’s wife, Lakshmi. As he enjoyed the treat, he couldn’t help but look around, hoping to see Mridula. But there was no sign of her. Vishnu, sensing Ramu’s curiosity, asked, “So, what brings you here at this hour?” “I’ve sent my application for the Training Officer position at your firm,” Ramu replied. “Dad asked me to speak with you, as your word holds weight. He would really appreciate your recommendation.” Vishnu nodded thoughtfully. “I see. You know, Mridula asked me to put in a word for her too. I was planning to meet the CEO later today.” “Oh, in that case, Uncle, you recommend her,” Ramu said quickly, not wanting to impose. “I’ll make a move now.” That evening, Ramu received a call from Mridula. “Hey, you could have waited for me,” she said softly. “I never knew you wanted it. Dad got me the job. He thought it was a great opportunity—good position, good company, great package.” Ramu’s heart sank. They were classmates, and he had always dreamed of marrying Mridula after they both found stable careers. But now, she had landed the job through her father’s recommendation. “Don’t worry, dear,” Ramu said, his voice steady but full of emotion. “If our love is genuine and sincere, somehow, I’ll find my way.” He hung up, trying to calm his nerves. The next day, Ramu headed to a club to play carom, a game he was skilled at. There, he was greeted warmly by friends, including Somu, a fellow carom enthusiast. Somu had a good news for him. “I’m leaving for the US next Sunday to join Google as a Project Head in a new division,” Somu said. “The management here likes me, and they asked me to recommend someone who can deliver. You’re a perfect fit, Ramu. I’ll put in a word for you.” Somu’s words filled Ramu with hope, and he agreed to meet Somu the next day. He didn’t want to tell his parents just yet, choosing to keep it a secret until the outcome was certain. The following day, Ramu visited the office Somu had mentioned. Somu greeted him and took him to the third floor, where the Director, Mr. Swamy, awaited them. After a brief discussion and a review of Ramu’s credentials, Mr. Swamy smiled. “You’re a deserving candidate for this position. I’m pleased to offer you the job.” Within 15 minutes, Ramu was thrilled to receive an appointment letter. “Today is an auspicious day,” Swamy said. “You can start tomorrow. If your previous company requires you to serve a notice period, don’t worry; we’ll take care of it.” Ramu’s eyes filled with tears. “Somu, you’re amazing. I never expected this.” Somu smiled. “You deserve it, Ramu.” As they walked through the office, Ramu was thrilled to see Mridula sitting at her desk. She whispered, “Ramu, come here.” He introduced Somu to Mridula, and she, too, was amazed. Both Ramu and Mridula had landed their dream jobs, thanks to the unassuming friend, Somu. Somu promised to attend their wedding when it happened. “Take your time,” he said. “You deserve to enjoy your success first.” A year later, Somu kept his promise and attended Ramu and Mridula’s wedding, which was a grand affair with a special performance by the famous singer Shreya Ghosal. Ramu and Mridula’s love, coupled with Somu’s selfless support, had led them to a happy, successful future. K.Ragavan 28-1-25

Small Story 138.

Small Story 138. Franklin's Miracle After attending his friend Desikan's Sadhapishekam, Ram made his way to the Mumbai airport to catch his flight to Chennai. His wife, Ambujam, couldn’t join him due to their daughter Vasanthi’s illness. Ram collected his boarding pass, sat down in a chair, and closed his eyes, recalling the function with his old friends. Suddenly, a man sat next to him—an American. "Hey, I’m Franklin from L.A. I’m a freelance film editor," he introduced himself. Ram replied, “I’m Ram, retired from Lintas Advertisement as a top executive." They exchanged pleasantries, and as the flight took off, they settled in with their seatbelts fastened. Franklin shared that his son had recently landed a great job as a cartoonist at Warner Disney, and that his wife, Rebecca, was a nursery school principal. Ram spoke about his own family—his two daughters, Vasanthi and Revathy, both had children, and were hoping to study abroad—one aiming for Sydney, the other for Munich, Germany. He shared that his passion for writing and spending time with friends made his retirement fulfilling. Franklin was impressed with Ram’s writing skills and asked him to narrate a story, as he loved listening to human dramas. Ram shared a touching family drama, and Franklin, being an editor, visualized the story vividly. The two spent a pleasant time chatting, and Franklin was genuinely moved by the story. When the flight landed in Chennai, Franklin took Ram's contact details and offered his own in return. He had only two days in Chennai and couldn’t accept Ram’s invitation to his home, but they parted with a promise to stay in touch. Back at home, Ram asked Ambujam about Vasanthi’s condition. She was completely fine, Ambujam reassured him. Months passed, and Ram received a call from Revathy. "Dad, my son Vedanth has been accepted into a college in Munich! But the fee is 45 lakhs, and my husband is trying for an education loan," she explained. Ram was happy for Vedanth but also troubled because he had recently purchased a new flat and couldn’t afford to help them. That evening, his other grandson, Sadagopan, called with some good news of his own. "My application to study AI in Sydney has been accepted, but the fees are 50 lakhs!" Ram was delighted but worried about how his daughters would manage such large sums. Despite both of his sons-in-law being well-placed, arranging that kind of money within 120 days seemed daunting. Ram prayed daily for a solution. Three months later, while chanting the Vishnu Sahasranamam, Ram’s phone rang. It was Vasanthi. “Dad, it’s Franklin. He wants to talk to you!” she said. Franklin got on the phone. “Ram, I have good news. Remember the story you narrated to me? I shared it with one of my clients, and he loved it! He’s willing to buy the rights and will pay you one lakh dollars for it.” Ram couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Thank you, Franklin! I’ll send my details right away,” he responded. The next day, Ram received a message from his bank—one lakh dollars had been transferred to his account. He immediately called Revathy and told her that he had transferred the fees for Vedanth’s studies. "Don’t worry about the loan. This is my gift to my intelligent grandson," he told her. He did the same for Sadagopan’s education in Sydney. Months later, Ram’s story became a hit overseas, and the company that bought it paid him a bonus of 500,000 dollars. Ram, who never expected such a fortune, decided to help few deserving organizations for development to create more jobs for young graduates. Ambujam thanked for her devotion to her goddess Kothai Nachiar. Desikan was overjoyed when Ram shared the news, and Ram whispered to him, “You are Kaliyug's Desikan.” And so, the miracle unfolded—one that seemed impossible, yet came true through faith, friendship, and a story that touched a heart halfway across the world. K.Ragavan 27-1-25

Tribute to Madurai Veerans.854

Tribute to Madurai Veerans (854) Today, I pay tribute to Madurai, the place where I spent 11 years working for a leading pharmaceutical company, alongside many dedicated colleagues, from 1967 to 1978. After departing in 1978, I had the pleasure of reconnecting with my old colleagues in Chennai, 45 years later. The experience was truly wonderful. Not only did we meet, but I was also welcomed into their group, the *Madurai Veerans*. This group comprises individuals who worked in Madurai between 1967-78 and beyond, and now, it has grown to 60 members. The bond we share over the decades is amazing, and the enthusiasm and interest of all members in keeping the group alive is truly commendable. Although time has passed, the core values of a pharmaceutical medical representative remain timeless. The skills of time management, discipline, and effective communication are still very much part of us, and it's no surprise that they continue to guide us today. Since joining this remarkable group, I’ve learned not only about the latest pharmaceutical information but also about talents such as whistle singing and many others. It’s an experience that has enriched me. I also wish to extend my appreciation to those who have worked in this field after our time and those who continue to contribute. Madurai is known for its tough market, where convincing highly qualified doctors about the value of quality products is no easy task. However, once you gain their trust, you become a top sales person, and many have proved their skills beyond the professional sphere. One such individual, Gnanachandran, made us all proud by excelling academically and in the field, even becoming a professor. Madurai itself has many credits to its name, from institutions like TVS and Harvey Mills, to the revered Meenakshi Temple, its rich Tamil literary culture, its iconic restaurants, well-mannered people, and planned streets. But above all, the *Madurai Veerans* group has earned a great reputation in a short span of few years, which is truly admirable. This tribute is for those who contributed as medical representatives and for the administrators of the Madurai Veerans group, who continue to manage the group despite their other responsibilities. Their dedication deserves appreciation. Kudos to the Madurai Veerans Group! K. Ragavan 27-1-25. Until We Meet Again Next Week

Small Story 137.

Small Story 137 The Lyricist Friend After a bit of searching, Sam found his friend Vignesh’s house and was warmly greeted by Vignesh’s father. They exchanged pleasantries about Christmas and caught up on the current state of Vignesh, who had gone to visit his ailing friend’s father in the hospital. While waiting, Sam shared his Christmas experience with Vignesh’s family and presented them with a beautifully wrapped box of plum cakes. Damayanthi, Vignesh’s mother, thanked him for the thoughtful gift and explained that Vignesh was at the hospital in Hosur, where his friend Sandhya’s father was recovering from cancer. Due to his health, Vignesh and Sandhya’s wedding had been postponed. When Vignesh finally arrived, he embraced Sam warmly and apologized for missing Christmas. The two caught up on old times, and Sam learned that Vignesh’s wedding was fast approaching. Vignesh shared how his life had changed since moving to a new home, and how his success as a lyricist was partly due to Sam’s encouragement. Grateful, Vignesh praised Sam as the inspiration behind his creative journey. Both were sincere, honest, and, above all, understanding friends. Sam promised to be present on the eve of Vignesh’s forthcoming marriage, which was set for a month later. K.Ragavan 26-1-25

Small Story 136.

Small Story 136.: The Blessings of Guru Raja: A Tale of Friendship and Selflessness Keshav and Murthy worked together as Administrative Officers in the same company. Though they earned the same salary, Keshav always hoped for Murthy’s advancement with higher emoluments, believing Murthy deserved it. Murthy, on the other hand, held the same opinion about Keshav. Both men were humble, simple, and highly principled, making their friendship incomparable. They were known for their helping nature, always looking out for others in need. One day, Keshav left the office earlier than usual to visit a relative. While traveling by auto, a heavy vehicle collided with his, causing a severe jolt and injuries. Passersby rushed Keshav to the nearest hospital, and he called his wife, Pankajam, who immediately rushed to the hospital with their son, Anirudh. Anirudh, a Chemical Engineer, was scheduled to leave for the US the day after tomorrow to start a new job. Seeing his father’s condition, he was hesitant to leave. He consulted the doctor, who assured him that Keshav would need about three weeks of rest but would recover soon, with no fractures. When Keshav asked about his relative, Pankajam informed him that the visit had been postponed to the following week. Murthy, upon hearing about Keshav’s condition, rushed to the hospital. He told Anirudh, “You go ahead with your plans for the US. I will take care of my friend.” Anirudh, feeling a strong sense of responsibility as his father’s only son, was reluctant to go. However, Keshav encouraged him to continue with his journey, reminding him that it would benefit his future. Murthy’s daughter, Maithrey, who worked at the same company where Anirudh was about to join in the US, learned of the situation. Maithrey immediately contacted her US office, explaining the situation and requesting a one-month extension for Anirudh. Thanks to her reputation as a Program Manager, the company granted the extension, and Anirudh was able to stay longer. After three weeks of rest, Keshav was feeling much better. Anirudh, with his travel delayed, joined the company after one month, and the company even waived the charge for his flight ticket extension. Keshav was deeply grateful to Maithrey for her timely help and admired her nature, which reminded him so much of his dear friend, Murthy. Three months later, both Keshav and Murthy were unexpectedly promoted to higher positions within the company, with excellent packages. Their families, full of gratitude, visited the local temple to offer prayers. Both men knew that their good intentions and the blessings of Guru Raja had fulfilled their wishes. In today’s competitive world, the rare bond of friendship between Keshav and Murthy continues to shine as an inspiring example of loyalty, selflessness, and mutual support. K.Ragavan 25-1-25

Great City

திருநெல்வேலி மாவட்டத்தில் பிறந்தவர்கள் பெருமைக்குறியவர்களே! மகிழ்ச்சி! Today is Tirunelveli ‘s 226 year anniversary. In the year 1790 the British created Tirunelveli. Thiru- Respect Nel- Rice grain Veli- Security இன்று.... திருநெல்வேலி நகரத்தின் 226 வது மலர்ந்த தினம். 1790ம் ஆண்டு இதே நாளில் பிரிட்டிஷ் கிழக்கிந்திய கம்பெனியால் உருவாக்கப்பட்டது தான் திருநெல்வேலி. திரு=மதிப்பு நெல்=உணவு வேலி=பாதுகாப்பு *திருநெல்வேலி* பிரசித்தம் பெற்றது; ஏன் தெரியுமா? 10 சிறப்பம்சங்களை கொண்டது. 1) முதல் ஈரடுக்கு மேம்பாலம் பெற்ற *இந்திய நகரம்* 2) தமிழகத்தின் இரண்டாவது பெரிய சிவதலம் பெற்ற நகரம். 3) தமிழ்நாட்டின் மூன்றாவது பெரிய தேரை கொண்ட மாநகரம். 4) நான்கு ரத வீதிகளில் இருந்து வளர ஆரம்பித்த நகரம். 5) ஐந்து வகையான *நிலங்கள்* பெற்ற தமிழகத்தின் ஒரே மாவட்டத்தின் தலைநகரம். 6) தமிழ்நாட்டின் ஆறாவது மிகப் பெரிய நகரம். 7) சரிகமபதநிச என்ற ஏழு ஸ்வரங்கள் பாடும் இசைத்தூண்களை கொண்ட ஒரே நகரம். 😎 தினசரி எட்டு லட்சம் மக்களால் இயங்கிக் கொண்டிருக்கும் பெருநகரம். 9) ஒன்பது கி.மீ சுற்றளவு கொண்ட மாநகரம். 10) தமிழகத்திலேயே அதிகமாக பத்து அணைகளை கொண்ட செழிப்பான மாவட்டம். *தென்பாண்டி சீமை* என்றும் அழைக்கப்படும் திருநெல்வேலி, தூத்துக்குடி மாவட்டங்களிலும் பிற தென் தமிழக மாவட்டங்களிலும் பேசப்படும் வட்டார வழக்கு மொழி திருநெல்வேலித் தமிழ் ஆகும். இவ்வழக்கு மொழியை நெல்லைத்தமிழ் என்றும் அழைப்பர். தமிழ் மொழி *பொதிகை* மலையில் பிறந்தது என்பது ஒரு நம்பிக்கை. அந்தப் பொதிகை மலைத்தமிழே நெல்லைத் தமிழாகும். எனவே *நெல்லைத்தமிழ்* தமிழின் துவக்கநிலை மற்றும் தூய வடிவம் என்று சிலரால் கருதப்படுகிறது. பெரியோரை *அண்ணாச்சி* என்று அழைக்கும் நெல்லைத் தமிழ் வேறு எந்தத் தமிழ் வட்டார வழக்கிலும் இல்லை. இது தற்போதைய திருநெல்வேலி, தூத்துக்குடி, விருதுநகர் மாவட்டத்தில் இராஜபாளையம், ஸ்ரீவில்லிபுத்தூர் பகுதிகளில் திருநெல்வேலி வட்டார வழக்குத் தமிழ் பயன்பாட்டிலுள்ளது. 'கிறு', 'கின்று', 'நின்று', ஆநின்று போன்ற துணை வினைச் சொற்களைப் பழந்தமிழில் காண்பதரிது. திருநெல்வேலி வழக்குத்தமிழில் அவை பயன்படுத்தப்பட்டு வருகின்றன. ⚔பழகி பார் பாசம் தெரியும்...! ⚔பகைத்து பார் வீரம் தெரியும்...! ⚔நாங்க திருநெல்வேலிகாரங்க...! ⚔சித்தர்களில் சிறந்த *அகத்தியர்* வளர்ந்த இடம் - திருநெல்வேலி ⚔காப்பியத்தின் மன்னன் *தொல்காப்பியர்* வளர்ந்த இடம் - திருநெல்வேலி ⚔வீரத்தின் அடையாளம் பாஞ்சாலங்குறிச்சி- திருநெல்வேலி ⚔தியாகத்தின் தியாகி *வாஞ்சிநாதன்* பிறந்த இடம் - திருநெல்வேலி ⚔முதன் சுதந்திரபோராட்ட வீரன், வீரத்தை முத்தமிட்ட *வீரபாண்டிய கட்டபொம்மன்* - திருநெல்வேலி ⚔ முதன் முதலாக ஆங்கிலேயர்கள் ஆயுதக்கிடங்குகளை மனித வெடிகுண்டு மூலம் தாக்குதல் நடத்திய "படை தளபதி முதல் தியாகி வீரன் சுந்தரலிங்கம்". கவர்னகிரி-ஓட்டப்பிடாரம். ⚔நாளிதழ்களின் அரசர் *சிவந்தி ஆதித்தனார்* பிறந்தது - திருநெல்வேலி ⚔கலைத்துறையின் *singam ஹரி* - திருநெல்வேலி ⚔ தமிழகத்தை அண்ணார்ந்து பார்க்க வைத்த நிகழ்ச்சி *நீயா நானா* இயக்குனர் மற்றும் தயாரிப்பாளர் - திருநெல்வேலி ⚔ திருநெல்வேலிக்காரன் சாதிக்காத துறையும் இல்லை, கலையும் இல்லை ⚔தாகத்துக்கு *தாமிரபரணி* ⚔அருவிக்கு *குற்றாலம்* ⚔தென்றலுக்கு *தென்காசி* ⚔புலிக்கு *முண்டந்துறை* அப்பளத்திற்கு... *கல்லிடைக்குறிச்சி* ⚔அழகுக்குக்கு *சேரன்மகாதேவி* ⚔படிப்புக்கு *பாளையங்கோட்டை* ⚔அணைக்கட்டுக்கு *பாபநாசம்* *ஆளை புடிக்க அல்வா* *ஆளை சீண்டினால் அருவா* ⚔தமிழுக்காக பாடுபடுவதில் திருநெல்வேலி ரத்தங்களுக்கு அன்றும் இன்றும் என்றும் பெரிய பங்கு உண்டு.இந்த செய்தி திருநெல்வேலி மாவட்ட த்தில் பிறந்தவர்களுக்கு சமர்ப்பிக்கப்படுகிறது. அன்றைய திருநெல்வேலியில் நால் வகை நிலங்கள் அதிக அணைகள இது போன்ற பெருமை கொண்டது. மேலும் நவ கைலாசம் நவ திருப்பதி இவைகளும் ஒரு பெருமை. அன்றும் இன்றும் அமைதியான அறுசுவை வழங்கும் சிற்றுண்டி மதியம் உணவு நயம் விலையில் சந்திர விலாஸ் தும்பை பூ / மல்லிப்பூ இட்லி சலவை சட்னி இப்படி ஆனால் இன்று நெல்லை, தூத்துக்குடி, தென்காசி என்று மூன்று மாவட்டமாக பிரிந்துவிட்டது. மஹாகவி நீலகண்ட தீக்ஷிதர் பாரதியார் வாஞ்சி நாதன் சிவா நந்தா சுந்தர சுவாமிகள் இன்னும் சங்கரன் கோயில் சித்தர். பல பல சித்தர்கள் நெல்லை மாவட்டத்தில். இது தவிர ஒரு ஜீவ நதி (perennial river) இவ்வளவு சிறிய ஒரு நதி தாமிரபரணி மேற்கு தொடர்ச்சி மலையில் இருந்து கிழக்கே புன்னை காயல் வரை உள்ள நீளம் 70 மைல் தான். ஆனாலும் இது ஒரு ஜீவ நதி.இந்த நதி அகத்தியர் கொண்டுவந்தது. கங்கா யமுனா சரஸ்வதி போன்ற நதிகள் தங்கள் பாவம் தீர தாமிரபரணியில் குளித்து பாவம் போக்கி கொள்வதாக சொல்வார்கள். அத்தகு பெருமை வாய்ந்தது. வைகாசி விசாகம் தாமிரபரtcணி பிறந்தநாள். ஆதாரம்:- தாமிரபரணி மஹாத்மீயம்.

Letter.

Letter Published in The National UAE on 24 Jan 25 Abu Dhabi's AI-native ambitions With reference to the Alkesh Sharma's report Abu Dhabi aims to become world’s first fully AI-native government (January 21): This ambitious initiative is commendable and demonstrates the UAE’s forward-thinking approach to technology. Looking at the history of the UAE, it is amazing to think how desert land was transformed into a thriving, prosperous nation through the long-term vision of its leaders. The UAE has a history of turning bold ideas into reality, and the establishment of the world’s first AI government seems to be the next logical step in this journey. I am confident that they will achieve success in their goal to create the world’s first AI-powered government. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 135. The Three Hour Mystery

Small Story 135 . The Three-Hour Mystery Ranjitha entered the grand gates of Croepathy Business Magnet Alawandar's palatial home. The security guard greeted her and informed her that both Sir and Madam were waiting for her in the hall. Upon entering, Alawandar greeted her warmly and asked, “What would you like to have?” Ranjitha smiled politely, “Thank you, but please tell me what happened.” Alawandar’s wife, Ranjitham, began to narrate the situation. "Our granddaughter, Nandhini, arrived last week from Sydney for her holidays. She’s a smart, intelligent, and lovable girl, and we adore her. My husband, Alawandar, loves to tell her stories, especially about his friend, your boss, OO1 Paramanand. Nandhini enjoys listening to these tales so much that she often imagines herself as an Investigation Chief. She becomes deeply absorbed in her grandpa’s storytelling." Ranjitham continued, “Today, Nandhini and our servant, Bhagyam, went to K.R. Market to buy vegetables by auto. Nandhini wanted to experience riding in an auto, and we agreed. After visiting the market, they returned home, and Nandhini had breakfast. A few minutes later, she went to the backyard, but when she came back, she disappeared. We’ve searched the house, including six rooms, but there’s no sign of her. We’re getting worried, especially since my daughter, Vasanthy, will call from Sydney any moment.” Ranjitha calmly reassured them, “Don’t worry, Madam.” Ranjitha thoughtfully asked, “This house is a magnificent palace, almost like a Maharaja’s home. The architecture is impressive. What is Nandhini studying?” Ranjitham replied, “She’s a final-year student studying psychology, and she’s very passionate about it.” Ranjitha nodded and asked, “Did she take her phone with her?” “No,” replied Alawandar, “She left it here.” “How old is she?” Ranjitha asked. “Sixteen,” whispered Alawandar. “Do you have any other rooms aside from the eight we’ve searched?” Ranjitha inquired. “Yes,” said Ranjitham, “There’s a relaxing room, but we rarely use it.” Ranjitha's mind raced as she processed the details. “Alright, please ask Bhagyam to check the relaxing room. How far is it from the hall?” “About 350 yards,” said Alawandar. “Perfect. Send Bhagyam there,” Ranjitha replied. After ten minutes, Bhagyam returned with Nandhini. Both Alawandar and Ranjitham were overjoyed and relieved to see their granddaughter. They were thrilled by Ranjitha’s brilliant deduction. Nandhini smiled at Ranjitha and exclaimed, “You’re amazing, Sister!” Ranjitha had solved the mystery by considering Nandhini’s fascination with her grandpa’s storytelling and her interest in psychology. Nandhini had simply wanted some time alone to reflect on investigation themes, losing track of time in the process. After a lovely lunch with the family, Ranjitha left, with Alawandar thanking his good friend, OO1 Paramanand, for choosing Ranjitha as the perfect person to solve the puzzle. K.Ragavan 24-1-25

Story.

Story: The Ten Rupees https://www.newindiaabroad.com/english/news/storythe-ten-rupees

Small Story 134 PharmaMagic.

Small Story 134. Pharma Magic** Prem, a 24-year-old, handsome and well-behaved young man, entered the main gate of the building for an interview with a top software company in Annanagar. He had taken the metro from Thirumangalam, and was excited about the opportunity. As he walked into the hall, the security asked for his name and informed him that his turn would be number 6. Prem sat on the neatly arranged sofa, waiting for his interview to begin. When his turn came, he entered the room, where the interview panel awaited. The person interviewing him was Shalini, a woman in her mid-thirties. She looked at his credentials and said, "Prem, you have all the qualities we need for this role. Your posting will be in Bengaluru for one year, after which you might be posted to the US or Singapore. Are you okay with that?" Prem replied, "Thank you. But if the posting is in Chennai, I will be much happier. My dad, who has health problems, needs my presence. I lost my mother when I was 12, and my dad is everything to me." Shalini, a bit surprised, responded, "I understand, but at the moment, the requirement is only for Bengaluru. I can't promise anything for Chennai, but it will take a few more months." Prem shook his head gently, "I appreciate the offer, but I cannot accept the posting in Bengaluru." Shalini suggested, "You can take your dad to Bengaluru; our package is very good." Prem replied, "No, my dad is a consultant for pharmaceutical companies. Most of his clients are here in Chennai, even though the companies are based in various locations." With that, Prem was about to leave. Shalini paused, "Wait, I have your CV. Can you write down your dad's name here? I will try my best to fulfill your request." Prem left the office and returned home. His father, Ram, was eager to hear about the interview. "How was the interview?" asked Ram. "They offered me a posting in Bengaluru, but I refused it," Prem replied. "Why?" Ram asked, surprised. "I will manage here, Dad. You know your prostate condition, and the recent scan showed higher results," Prem explained. Ram reassured him, "It will be alright in the coming days. I don’t have any pain or difficulty urinating. It’s nothing to worry about." "No, Dad," Prem insisted. "You know how important it is for me to be here with you, especially after Mum passed away. I don’t want to leave you alone." Ram listened quietly but didn't argue. "Alright, let’s hope things will be fine." The next day, Prem took Ram to see his doctor friend, Dr. Swamy, who had come from the US. After examining Ram, Dr. Swamy said, "No need to worry. There is no difficulty in passing urine. You can take a scan tomorrow, as the last one was five months ago." Both left the clinic after the consultation. Later that day, Prem received a call from Shalini. "Hello, Prem. Do you have a few minutes?" she asked. "Yes, Madam," Prem replied. "After you left last week, I discussed your case with our CEO, Ramnath. He saw your dad’s name, and told he is well-known in the pharmaceutical consultancy field. He has a lot of respect from one of our major clients and asked to take you. If you’re willing to join, we can offer you the same terms and conditions, and you can join on Friday." Prem was thrilled. "Thank you so much, Shalini!" The next day, Ram went for his scan, and the results showed a drastic improvement. His condition had returned to normal. Dr. Swamy was very pleased with the results and reassured him that there was no need for further worry. To celebrate, Prem, Ram, and Dr. Swamy went to the famous Woodlands Hotel for lunch. The next Friday, Prem joined his new job, and Shalini greeted him with a warm compliment, "We’re lucky to have you in our team, the son of the brilliant pharma consultant, Ram." Prem was overjoyed to be working in a place where his father's expertise was so well-respected. It seemed like the beginning of a wonderful new chapter for both of them. K.Ragavan 23-1-25

Small Story 133.A Bond of Love and Devotion

Small Story 133. A Bond of Love and Devotion** Vasanthy received a message from Ambujam, her present motherly figure, mentioning that she and her old buddy Shyamala had gone for dinner with her husband Ram to the popular Rameswaram Cafe and asked her to join them at 8 PM. After finishing her work, Vasanthy arrived at the cafe. The three of them were waiting for her. Vasanthy introduced Shyamala, her old friend now settled in the UK. After settling into their respective seats and ordering their dishes, Shyamala turned to Vasanthy. "I came to know through Ambujam that you made a stunning decision after Desikan, her son’s demise in that unfortunate accident. After treating them as your own parents, you decided not to marry. I was deeply touched and admired your decision," Shyamala said. Vasanthy replied, "No, aunty, my admiration is for my late friend, Desikan. He had attended a marriage with my parents, and tragically met with an accident at Udupi last year. Desikan, a devoted son, decided not to marry because he was the only child. I chose to respect him and his wishes. So, after the accident, I moved Ambujam mummy and Ram, as Desikan would have done. They became my parents now. After losing my own parents, I love them like my own. My decision not to marry is to care for them, to be there for them until their last breath." Shyamala’s eyes filled with tears. "Ambujam, my loving friend, now your loving mummy, and Ram, too, a noble soul without expectations," she whispered. Vasanthy nodded. "I am also blessed to have you as my aunt, Shyamala." Shyamala smiled, wiping her tears. "Thank you, Vasanthy, for your kind words." The four of them not only enjoyed their dinner but also cherished the deeper bond of love and devotion that had brought them together. Vasanthy felt grateful to God for bringing Desikan into her life, a colleague and a wonderful person who had deepened the connection between her and Ambujam mummy. As they parted ways, they left with contentment and happiness, knowing that the bond of love they shared would endure. K.Ragavan 22-1-25

Small Story 132.

Small Story 132. The Lesson in Kindness and Integrity** Ramaseshan, a retired postmaster known for his honesty and helpful nature, was highly respected by everyone around him. He lived a comfortable life in a posh apartment, with two accomplished daughters in the software industry and two son-in-laws who were doctors. After his retirement, his daughters insisted that he and his wife, Pankajam, stay with them—one month with Vasanthi in Jay Nagar and the next with Sowmya in Malleswaram. One day, after attending a Grahapravesam (housewarming) ceremony of a friend's daughter in the distant Anjanapura area, Ramaseshan had a unique encounter. After a sumptuous lunch and some sweet hospitality, he was dropped at a nearby metro station. He took the train to Bhanashankari and then hailed an auto-rickshaw to return home. The driver quoted a fare of 50 rupees, which was typically only 30 rupees according to the meter, but Ramaseshan agreed. As they traveled, the driver spoke warmly of his respect for senior citizens, mentioning that he also cared for his elderly father. Ramaseshan was touched by this sentiment. However, upon reaching his apartment, the driver made an astonishing demand: 250 rupees. Ramaseshan, calmly pointing out that they had initially agreed on 50 rupees, was faced with the driver's insistence. Although Ramaseshan felt the driver's greed was evident, he didn’t argue and gave him an additional 150 rupees. The next evening, the security guard informed him that the auto driver wanted to meet him. When the driver came in, his eyes filled with tears as he apologized profusely, explaining that after his father fell ill, he had been consumed with guilt over his dishonest behavior. He had realized how wrong he had been and had come to return the extra money. Ramaseshan, moved by the driver's remorse, encouraged him to keep the money for his father's medicine. He advised the driver to always treat elders with respect and to consider them as his own family. The driver, deeply grateful, promised to follow this advice in the future and left with a sense of peace, believing that God had intervened in this incident to guide him toward becoming a better person. In the end, Ramaseshan's kindness and integrity not only taught a valuable lesson to the driver but also demonstrated how small acts of honesty can lead to profound moments of self-realization. K.Ragavan 21-1-25

Tribute 853.

Tribute to Director Puttanna Kanagal 853 Today, I am going to pen a tribute to another impressive director who created a significant impact three decades ago — none other than Director Puttanna Kanagal. His contribution to cinema across all four South Indian languages—Tamil, Telugu, Kannada, Malayalam—as well as Hindi, is invaluable. The top-class actors of Kannada cinema today were introduced by this stalwart. Late Vishnu Vardhan held the highest regard for this doyenne of cinema. His films, often revolving around social issues, brought a revolution in those days—this is no exaggeration. He started his career with the late veteran B.R. Pantalu and later established his own identity. Known for his directorial touch and mass appeal, his films left a lasting impression. I have seen a few of his notable works, such as Teacharamma, Sudarum Suravaliyum, Irulum Oliyum (Tamil), Nagara Haavu (Kannada), Hum Paanch, and Zahreela Insaan (Hindi), all of which are significant in their own right. His films were known for crisp dialogues, lilting music, and good cinematography—elements that became more apparent in his creations. Puttanna Kanagal’s creativity and presentation were unmatched, and no one can deny his influence. He hailed from Kanagal, a town near Konnanur in Hassan District, Karnataka. I used to pass through Kanagal when I was working in Mysore three decades ago—a beautiful place indeed. Even though this stalwart is no longer with us, his memorable movies and his smiling face remain etched in our hearts. Karnataka can never forget this gifted and talented director. Today, I am happy to pay tribute to this legend. See you next week, K. Ragavan 20-1-25

Small Story 131.A Friend's Blessing.

Small Story 131. "A Friend's Blessing"** Narain, a young man from Tenkasi, arrived at a grand bungalow in T. Nagar to meet Damodaran, a renowned writer. The security guard questioned him, asking if he had an appointment. Narain replied that he was his friend Desikan's son , and though he hadn't been directly invited, Desikan had sent him with a message. After a brief wait, Damodaran, who was in his 50s, came out to meet Narain. Despite his age, Damodaran looked remarkably handsome and smart. They exchanged pleasantries, and Narain shared that Desikan was not doing well. Desikan, Damodaran's well-wisher, had been diagnosed with throat cancer and had little hope from the doctors. Narain, who had studied only up to S.S.L.C., had always aspired to be a writer, a dream that had been nurtured despite their financial struggles. Narain explained that his father worked as a cook in a hotel Narain had received encouragement from Desikan to pursue his passion for writing, and with his limited education, he had won a couple of prizes for his stories in a popular magazine. However, his family’s financial difficulties had made it hard for him to continue his education or find a steady job. His father had recently stopped working due to illness, adding to the pressure on the family. Damodaran, deeply moved by the situation, recalled the time when he had left Tenkasi. Desikan had given him 500 rupees for his travel expenses to meet a director. The director, impressed by his talent, had helped him find success in the film industry. Damodaran’s success was partly due to Desikan’s generosity, and now he wanted to repay that kindness. He offered Narain a chance to work with him. Damodaran also decided to help Narain's father, offering to take him to a leading surgeon. Thanks to the miraculous treatment, Desikan was cured within three months. Desikan’s kindness had not only helped Damodaran but had now extended to Narain, who found himself on the path to becoming a great writer under Damodaran’s mentorship. Despite the tragedy that had struck Damodaran’s own life, losing his family in a fire, he continued to honor the memory of his dear friend Desikan. He took Narain under his wing, guiding him to success, just as Desikan had once helped him. The story of friendship, kindness, and mutual support became a beacon of hope, illustrating how one small act of generosity can change the course of a life forever. K.Ragavan 20-1-25

My comment

--- I had the privilege of watching the insightful interview of our good old friend, Swaminathan, at the Global Platform for Citizens FabTalk, where he shared his remarkable five-decade journey. His candidness and openness were truly refreshing. What stood out the most was how a man of his dynamic nature, originally involved in the world of sports, successfully transitioned into becoming a top-tier professional in the pharmaceutical industry. Swaminathan's mentor, Gopalakrishnan, played a pivotal role in his career, and his guidance was clearly instrumental in his success. It was also touching to hear him remember and honor his late friend, Gurunathan, who introduced him to Ranbaxy Lab. This gesture spoke volumes about his gratitude and respect for those who supported him along the way. I was particularly moved by the story of how his father had not accompanied him to the railway station when he first left, but after a decade, the explanation his father gave him about that decision was deeply poignant. Swaminathan's emphasis on the importance of communication skills and continuous learning is something to be admired. It’s clear that he never stopped striving for personal and professional growth. In conclusion, the frank and open interview given by Coimbatore Swaminathan, widely known for his work at Ranbaxy, was not only informative but also inspiring. His journey through various stages of promotion and success is a testament to his capability and knowledge. For those of us who have served in the pharmaceutical profession, Swaminathan's story is a reminder of the value of independence, expertise, and gratitude. It was a memorable interview, and I’m proud to be among his peers in the pharma world. With warm regards, K. Ragavan Ex Pharmed ---

Small Story 130 The Wisec Decision

Small Story 130 "The Wise Decision"** Ram received a call from his wife, Ambujam, one afternoon. "I received three calls from the same number. The first two times I didn’t answer, but the third time I picked up, thinking maybe a friend was trying to reach me. They said I won first prize in a lottery I had bought at the airport and that they needed my account number to send me one million dollars," she explained, sounding worried. "I told them to call me back in half an hour. What do you think, Ram? I'm scared." Ram nodded thoughtfully. "Did you buy a lottery ticket?" he asked. "Yes, I did," she replied. Ram was concerned, given the many spam calls these days. "If that number calls again, don't pick up." Ambujam agreed and hung up the phone. That evening, when Ram returned home from work, Ambujam asked, "Do you think I’m really blessed by Goddess Andal for winning this money?" Ram, unsure, nodded. "I don't know, but it's certainly a lot to take in." At 68, Ram had retired from his job as a leading event manager, and he and his wife, Ambujam, were enjoying their peaceful life in their cozy apartment in T. Nagar. They had only one beautiful daughter, Vasanthy, who lived with her husband in Atlanta. Vasanthy's husband worked at Google, while Vasanthy was employed by a leading insurance company. Ambujam had visited her daughter two months ago and stayed for a while. During that trip, she bought a lottery ticket after being approached by a lady at the airport lounge, who told her that she would surely win if she bought one. After five days, Vasanthy called Ambujam from Atlanta. "Mum, why didn’t you send your account number to claim your prize money when the lottery people asked for it?" "I thought it was a spam call," Ambujam replied. Vasanthy reassured her. "I know we have to be cautious with such calls, but sometimes they are legitimate. Don’t worry—I had a friend working with the lottery authorities. She confirmed your win after checking your passport details. She said no account number was sent by you, so I sent her a verification letter and your bank details. The money has been transferred. Check your account." Ambujam checked her phone and saw the message from her bank. One million dollars had been deposited into her account. She couldn't believe it. Ram was equally stunned, but he couldn't help but feel immense pride for his wife. Her straightforwardness, devotion, and kindness had been rewarded. As they exchanged a look, Vasanthy spoke again from the other side of the world. "Mum, do you remember attending my friend Janaki's house for SrAndal Kalyanam before you left Atlanta?" Ambujam smiled as the memory flooded back. It was then that she realized—Goddess Andal had truly blessed her. "Ram," she said, "I’ll donate 50% of this amount to open a trust for underprivileged children." Ram was touched by her wise decision, and Vasanthy echoed his thoughts, saying, "Mummy, you are truly amazing." Ambujam’s wise and selfless choice only made Ram love her more. K.Ragavan 19-1-25.

Small Story 129 Marriage Day Suspense

Small Story 129 Marriage Day Suspense Senthil had just arrived in Bengaluru for his first posting at a leading bank in Jayanagar. Feeling lost in the unfamiliar city, he was hesitant to ask for directions, as the locals spoke Kannada, a language he didn’t understand. However, his hesitation was soon overcome when a smart lady, Meena, approached him. She greeted him in Tamil and asked if he was new to the city. It turned out that Meena had also joined the same bank, and the two quickly bonded over their shared background. As they traveled to the bank together, Meena revealed that her brother had passed away years ago, but she still understood enough Kannada to navigate the city, as her brother had once lived in Bengaluru. Senthil, a recent M.Com gold medalist, was excited to start his new job. Over time, he and Meena settled into a nearby apartment, sharing it with other colleagues from different states. Meanwhile, Senthil, eager to learn more about the local culture, started watching Kannada films, especially those of Rajkumar and other popular actors, which helped him improve his Kannada skills. Meena’s advice and support had truly made a difference in his life. As their friendship grew stronger, Senthil and Meena decided to get married. However, Senthil was nervous about asking for Meena’s parents' consent. Meena reassured him, and the wedding date was set. On the wedding day, a surprising revelation unfolded. During a break in the ceremony, Senthil’s father embraced Meena’s father. To Senthil’s astonishment, Meena whispered to him that their fathers had been old classmates. She had seen a family photo of Senthil’s and shared it with her father, which led to this unexpected connection. Senthil, realizing how everything had come full circle, couldn’t help but feel grateful and amazed by how smart and thoughtful Meena had been in bringing them together. What had started as a new chapter in a strange city had turned into a beautiful, intertwined journey, all thanks to Meena’s careful planning and intuition. K. Ragavan 18-1-25

Letter.

Letter Published in The NationalUAE on 17 Jan 25, Challenges for Trump I write in reference to Jihan Abdalla's article Biden warns of American 'oligarchy' as he makes farewell address from White House (January 15): Biden's reflections on his accomplishments in office are worth noting, particularly on the domestic front. He made some huge mistakes in the foreign policy domain, but so have many American presidents before him. But just as one analyses the past four years, it is important to focus on the next four. There are high expectations in the country for Mr Trump, particularly in taming inflation and improving job opportunities. Additionally, there are growing calls for reform on gun ownership, reflecting ongoing debates around public safety. Whether Mr Trump can tackle this and other social and cultural issues remains to be seen. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 128 The Magic of Govinda's Name

Small Story 128. The Magic of Govinda’s Name* Govind arrived at his office and sat in his cabin. He worked as the Chief Executive of a leading US-based investment bank in Bengaluru. Suddenly, his phone rang. "Hey Govind, I’m Madhavan speaking. How are you?" Govind didn’t recognize the voice immediately. He knew three Madhavans—two from his US office and one from his college days—but he hadn’t been in touch with any of them for more than six years. "I’m your college mate, Govind. I got your address and number through my aunt." Govind was surprised. "Wait, who’s your aunt?" Madhavan replied, "My aunt is Pankajam, your mother-in-law Ranjitham’s elder sister. I recently visited her and, during a casual conversation, she told me you were her sister’s son-in-law. So, I took the number." Govind was taken aback. "Oh, fine! You can come over. You know the location, right? We’re in the new building near Jayanagar BDA Complex." "I’ll be there in 15 minutes," Madhavan responded. Exactly 15 minutes later, Madhavan arrived. Upon seeing Govind, he was thrilled. After a cup of coffee, they reminisced about their old college days—movies they’d watched, T20 cricket matches they’d enjoyed, even meeting Virat Kohli, and the crash Madhavan had faced. Then Madhavan said, "Govind, I want to start a restaurant here, and I need your help with the financing. I can offer the security of my house in Udupi and two crore rupees worth of LIC policies. I just came back from Dubai, and I want to venture into our traditional business." Govind, knowing that they typically didn’t take houses from native places as collateral, agreed. "How much do you expect for the loan?" "Fifty lakhs," Madhavan replied. Govind nodded, "Okay. I’ll take care of it. You can pledge your policies only, and I’ll take personal responsibility." Both were good friends, and Madhavan’s father had helped Govind many times in the past. Govind took Madhavan home, and Nandhini, Govind’s wife, was delighted to see her cousin. Even more so, she was thrilled to learn that he was Govind’s college mate. A month later, Madhavan started a beautiful vegetarian restaurant, named *Govinda’s*, located in a prime area with three-star facilities. After six months, *Govinda’s* became very popular, attracting even film celebrities. One day, Govind asked Madhavan about his old affair with Vasanthi, and why it hadn’t materialized. Madhavan explained, "Vasanthi, a doctor at that time, wanted to further her studies, so she went to the UK. After that, there was no communication, and I lost touch with her." Govind reassured him, "Don’t worry, you’ll certainly find her." A week later, at around 6:30 PM, a group of ladies visited *Govinda’s* restaurant. After their dinner, one lady wanted to meet the owner to express her satisfaction with the quality of the food. The waiter took her to Madhavan’s cabin, and when he saw her, he was shocked. "Hey, you?" She, too, was surprised. It was Vasanthi, the same woman who had left for the UK six years ago. She had returned to India and started a large hospital. She had lost his address and had been trying to find him ever since. The two were reunited, and both families soon arranged their marriage. Govind was overjoyed at the news. Madhavan thanked him for his timely help. As a gesture of gratitude, he repaid 60% of the loan. On the wedding day, Govind shared the miracle with everyone, explaining that the name of "Govinda" had worked wonders. It had helped Madhavan start his restaurant and reunite with his old friend. Madhavan nodded, adding, "I was given a loan by Govind too." K.Ragavan 17-1-25

Small Story 127. The Hasty Decision and New Bonding.

Small Story 127. The Hasty Decision and New Bonding Ramnath checked his seat on the reservation chart of the Vandhe Bharat Express to Chennai. Suddenly, someone called his name. "Hey, how are you?" He turned around, surprised to see his uncle, Pattabi, standing there. "Going to Chennai for Sathish's wedding?" Pattabi asked. "No, I have some work," Ramnath replied curtly. "Why are you angry with me, Ramnath? I haven’t done anything wrong. I told the buyer to reject your site, but—" Pattabi started. "Sorry, Uncle," Ramnath interrupted. "I made up my mind after that bitter experience not to talk to you ever again." With that, Ramnath occupied his seat, and Pattabi sat next to him. The train started, but Pattabi kept trying to engage in conversation while Ramnath remained silent. Five years ago, Ramnath had wanted to sell his site in JPNagar to fund his daughter's marriage. Pattabi, who had retired from the CBI lived with his wife Mallika and daughter He had agreed to help Ramnath find a buyer for the property. After a deal was struck with a buyer, Pattabi visited the site to talk to the interested party. However, the very next day, the buyer called Ramnath to say he was no longer interested as he was leaving for another country. This incident left Ramnath with a bad impression of Pattabi, and from that day onward, he had cut off all contact with his uncle. Ramnath struggled to sell the site and eventually managed to arrange his daughter Nandhini’s wedding. Now, he was on his way to visit her in Chennai. His wife, Mallika, had gone two days earlier. Despite Pattabi's attempts to talk, Ramnath refused to listen. When the train reached Chennai, they parted ways without much interaction. After spending three days with Nandhini and her husband in Chennai, Ramnath was shocked when the television news showed a report on a notorious smuggler who had been caught by the Bengaluru CBI, thanks to the help of a CBI officer—none other than Pattabi! The smuggler was the same person who had been involved in the site negotiations with Ramnath years ago. The realization hit Ramnath hard—Pattabi had been an undercover CBI officer, and it was his quick thinking that had stopped Ramnath from making a deal with a criminal. Feeling guilty for his misunderstanding, Ramnath wondered how he could contact Pattabi and apologize. The next day, Ramnath and Mallika boarded the Vandhe Bharat Express back to Bengaluru. After passing Tiruvallur, the train picked up speed when Ramnath heard a familiar voice behind him. "Hey, I’m happy to see you again!" Ramnath turned around and saw Uncle Pattabi. They greeted each other warmly. Pattabi had been attending a friend's wedding, and after sharing some snacks, Ramnath finally spoke up. "I’m sorry for my behavior a few days ago on our way to Chennai." Pattabi smiled and replied, "I completely forgot about it. When Naresh smelled my presence, he left for Dubai the next day. We’ve been chasing him for nearly five years." Ramnath thanked Pattabi for not going through with the deal, realizing that it had saved him from a potentially dangerous situation. Pattabi smiled again, glad to have protected his nephew. Both Mallika and Ramnath were relieved and happy that their bond had been restored after the misunderstanding. Ramnath now understood the true intelligence and integrity of his uncle, and their new bond was stronger than ever after this difficult but enlightening experience. K.Ragavan 16-1-25

Small Story 126. Dad's Timeless Advice

Small Story 126. "Dad's Timeless Advice"** After his retirement from C.B.I, Ram dedicated his life to helping deserving people, especially senior citizens, for over seven years. He earned great respect in his community, particularly in his apartment complex. His wife, Ambujam, supported him by assisting underprivileged school children with their fees, books, and uniforms. Their daughter, Sunitha, who lived in Singapore, constantly supported her parents in every way possible. Ram's morning walks were also filled with friends who admired his nature. Ram had always followed the advice given by his father, who emphasized the importance of helping others within one’s means. This principle guided Ram throughout his career, which saw him rise to the rank of Chief for his brilliant investigative work at the C.B.I. Sunitha, now an ophthalmologist, and her husband, an engineer, often made their parents proud. Their only daughter, Vasanthy, was studying management in her final year of M.B.A. One morning, after his walk, Ram returned home for breakfast. Ambujam had prepared his favorite – idly with coconut chutney. As he enjoyed his meal, his phone rang. It was Seshan, one of his walking friends. “Are you at home? Can I come over?” Seshan asked. “Sure, come on over,” Ram replied. Ambujam, always the gracious host, brought an extra plate for Seshan. Seshan, who lived on the sixth floor, apologized for disturbing them. “How are you, Anna? Is everything well at home?” he asked. “Yes, all well. Have some idly,” Ambujam insisted. Seshan declined. “No, I had some at home. But the reason I came here… my aunt, who is 75, has gone to her daughter’s place in Singapore and is suffering from a severe eye infection. Do you know anyone there who could help?” Ram thought for a moment and then smiled. “Since you’ve come here for the past three months, my daughter is in Singapore. I will give you her number. She’s an eye doctor, and she’ll be able to help.” Seshan was delighted. “I can’t believe that even overseas, you’re helping people. You’ve always been so kind, Ram. It makes me happy to know you.” The next day, Ram received a call from Sunitha. “Dad, I saw your friend’s aunt. She needed eye drops, and I’ve given her the treatment. She’ll be fine in two days. I just wanted to let you know. Love to Mum. Bye.” Ram was happy. His daughter, too, followed his principles of helping others. The following morning, during their walk, Seshan thanked Ram for the help. He had been to a wedding reception the evening before and had not had the chance to express his gratitude. Ram smiled, feeling content. “I’m just helping where I can,” he replied. As he walked on, Ram whispered to himself, “Dad, I always admire your advice, which I cherish.” K.Ragavan 15-1-25

Small Story 125 Vedantham ATale of character and dedication.

Small Story 125. "Vedantham: A Tale of Character and Dedication"** Lakshman, a retired headmaster, led an active life in Bengaluru, surrounded by a circle of friends who shared his passion for deep conversations. Alongside his wife, Lakshmi, and their only son, Bharath, a gifted writer, Lakshman enjoyed the tranquility of his post-retirement life. Bharath, an M.A. Lit. gold medalist, had a natural flair for writing and had already published 124 books by the time he was 26. His stories, especially adored by women, focused on real-life struggles and family dynamics. As Bharath worked on his 125th book, his soon-to-be wife, Malathy, a doctor studying in Mysore, encouraged him to finish it on the eve of their wedding. She had a special reason for this: she wanted him to complete the book titled *Vedantham*, inspired by her admiration for the late actor Sivaji Ganesan’s *Uyarnthamanithan* (his 125th film), which had deeply touched her. Malathy believed the completion of this book on their wedding day would symbolize the strength and moral integrity that they both valued. On the day of their wedding, as the celebrations unfolded with relatives, friends, and well-wishers in attendance, Malathy took a moment during the reception to express her gratitude. With warmth and love, she addressed the guests, thanking them for their blessings and sharing the significance of the day. She revealed her hidden motive: "I have always admired the character and greatness of the late Sivaji Ganesan, especially his 125th film, *Uyarnthamanithan*. Just as that film carried an important message of character and moral integrity, I wanted my husband, Bharath, to complete his 125th book with the same values. He has truly become my *Uyarnthamanithan*—a tall man of character and achievement. I thank him for his dedication, even though I never told him about my wishes." With their marriage celebrated and the book *Vedantham* completed, the couple left for a honeymoon in Switzerland, ready to begin a new chapter in their lives—both personal and professional. K.Ragavan 14-1-25

Small Story 124. Shyamala'a Shock

Small Story 124. *Shyamala's Shock** Ram was reading the newspaper when his wife, Ambujam, called from the kitchen, "You take the phone and find out who is calling me." Ram picked up the phone and found it was Shyamala on the other end. "Hey, why no calls from you?" Shyamala asked. Ram replied, "I’m Ram speaking. I’ll pass the phone to her." "Ambujam When are you returning from the UK? It’s been over three years since we met. Shyamala replied How’s Desikan, my favorite boy? Sandhya always asks about him. Is he with you?" "Why don’t you visit us for dinner?" Ambujam suggested. Shyamala responded, "No, I’ll come over for tea at 5 PM with your favorite Mysorepak." At 5 PM, Shyamala arrived and was greeted warmly by Ram and Ambujam. "You've gone down, Ambujam! Here, I bought this shirt for Desikan. Where is he?" Shyamala asked. Ambujam fell silent for a few seconds. Then, with a heavy heart, she said, "I lost my dear son last year." Shyamala was shocked. "How? What happened?" Ambujam explained, "He went with his colleague’s parents to a wedding in Udupi. On the way back, their car was hit by a heavy vehicle, and all three of them were killed. His colleague, Vasanthy, who was a good friend, promised over the phone that she would take care of us, as she too lost her parents. We moved from Chennai to Bengaluru last year to live with her. This house was built by her father. Even though we received a sizable compensation for Desikan’s death, it’s nothing compared to losing him." Shyamala was devastated. "My God, I never knew. I haven’t communicated with you in over 18 months, so I wasn’t aware. I’m so sorry, my dear friend," she said, hugging Ambujam. Shyamala Continued, "Sandhya wanted Desikan as her life partner once she settled down, and my husband Murali too. Ambujam whisphered ,But Desikan was firm in his decision not to marry. He loved me deeply, and since he was the only son, he chose to stay with me. Then, this tragic incident happened." Shyamala spoke softly, "When you came to Bengaluru, Last year.I immediately sent our address. I thought you were calling from Chennai." "I came yesterday from London to attend a wedding. I was planning to leave for Chennai tomorrow but never thought i will meet you here," Shyamala explained. Ambujam smiled. "You can stay here until you leave for London. It’ll be good to have you with us." "I was planning to come only for you, to see you and Ram. But I’m missing my charming boy," Shyamala whispered. Ambujam reassured her, "Now, relax. Tonight, we’ll go out for dinner. We can reminisce about our school days in Madurai, and later, our time in Palayamkottai, Tirunelveli. Go ahead and bring your luggage from the hotel. I’ll join you soon." Both women left to bring the luggage. K.Ragavan 13-1-25

Tribute to Versatile Editor Suresh Urs 852.

Tribute to Versatile Editor Suresh Urs 852. Today, I recall with admiration a truly remarkable figure in the Indian film industry – Editor Suresh Urs. Over the course of his career, Suresh Urs has edited more than 750 films across six languages: Tamil, Kannada, Hindi, Malayalam,Telugu. and Konkani. His contributions to the world of cinema are immense, and his name deserves a special mention for the brilliance he has brought to the editing table. Suresh Urs worked with some of the most acclaimed directors in the Indian film industry, including Mani Ratnam, Girish Karnad, T.S. Nagabharana, P. Vasu, Bala, and Charan. Through his skillful editing, he contributed to the success of many memorable films that remain etched in our hearts. His editing style and precision added a unique touch to the storytelling, making each film a visual and emotional experience. Notably, Suresh Urs was recognized for his exceptional work with the Best Editor award for his editing of *Bombay*National Award 96 and the recent National Award for Non Feature film Madhyantara 24 is worth to be mention here. These films stand as a testament to his mastery in editing, creating moments that continue to captivate audiences to this day. Some of the most remarkable films edited by Suresh Urs include *Thalapathy*, *Roja*, *Bombay*, *Thiruda Thiruda*, *Kalki*, *Aahaa*, *Minsara Kanavu*, *Iruvar*, *Dil Se* (Hindi), *Mugavaree*, *Amarkalam*, *Nandha*, *Minnale*, and several others that I may have forgotten to mention. Each of these films carries his signature style, and his work undoubtedly helped in shaping the cinematic experiences that we cherish. Indian film editors, like Suresh Urs, are celebrated across different languages for their incredible contributions, and he stands among the most talented editors we have in the industry today. I feel immensely proud to pay tribute to this brilliant editor who has enriched Indian cinema with his creative vision and expertise. I am writing this column with my limited knowledge, and I humbly request readers to overlook any inaccuracies in this tribute. Suresh Urs' legacy is one that will continue to inspire generations of filmmakers and editors, and I am happy to have had the opportunity to write about him today. K. Ragavan Until We Meet Again Next week,, 13-1-25

Small Story 123. The Unresolved Bonds

Small Story 123 The Unresolved Bonds Prabhakar was sitting in the lounge of his business class club, waiting for his flight to Boston. The time until his departure was still an hour, and he was enjoying some light snacks. Suddenly, he heard someone call his name. Turning around, he was surprised to see his old classmate, Nandhini, sitting behind him. "Hey, how are you? Are you going to Boston?" Nandhini asked, smiling. "Yes, Nandhini, how are you? How did you know I’m going to Boston?" Prabhakar replied in surprise. "Your daughter, Revathy, is there. I guessed," she explained. They chatted for a while over snacks, reminiscing about the past, and soon it was time to board their flight. As they took their seats on the plane, Prabhakar noticed that they were sitting next to each other. Both in their fifties, they exchanged pleasantries, with Nandhini now a reporter traveling frequently for her work, while Prabhakar was a program manager at a leading software company. Nandhini’s son, Varun, was in his final year of engineering, and her husband, Ramesh, was a doctor in general medicine. The two had lost contact for seven years, and Prabhakar explained that he had not invited Nandhini to his daughter’s wedding due to their lost touch. Nandhini, however, was understanding and said, "No problem, Prabhakar. I can meet her in Boston." The conversation turned to family, with Prabhakar revealing that his son-in-law, Keshav, was a mechanical engineer working for Tesla. "Is he from Madurai?" Nandhini asked in a whisper. "Yes, how do you know?" Prabhakar asked, surprised. "He is my cousin, and our families haven’t been in touch for some years due to a misunderstanding. Please, don't tell him I’m in Boston," Nandhini requested. After reminiscing about old times during the long flight, they finally arrived in Boston. Nandhini gave Prabhakar her business card and said her goodbyes. "See you, Prabhakar." As Prabhakar was greeted by his daughter, Revathy, and son-in-law, Keshav, at the airport, he chose not to mention his encounter with Nandhini. The drive to his daughter’s home was pleasant, and Prabhakar was impressed by their beautiful house, which was well-equipped with modern amenities. During his stay, eight days passed quickly. One evening, the three of them went shopping at Costco. While waiting in line, Keshav saw Nandhini and greeted her, "Hey, how are you?" Nandhini smiled and waved, introducing herself to Keshav and Prabhakar. She was about to leave, but Keshav insisted on dropping her off. Though reluctant, Nandhini agreed. During the car ride, Keshav asked, I want to ask you directly—why has Mama not talked to us for years?" Nandhini looked at him and explained, "I didn’t know until recently. My mom told me your brother married a Scottish woman, and that upset Dad. He had plans for my sister Nivedha... That was the reaso gasped. "Oh my god... this is the reason. Mama is such a gem of a person. Aunt too."Keshav Whisphered Fifteen years of unresolved suspense were now finally answered. But Nandhini’s joy was short-lived when she learned that her cousin, Sridhar, had passed away in an accident with his wife. "I’m so sorry, Keshav ," Nandhini said softly. The news left Nandhini in shock, but it also helped her understand why her family had distanced itself for so long. She called her mother immediately to share everything that had unfolded. Her mother reminded her that Keshav was now the only cousin left on that side of the family, urging Nandhini to not lose that bond. Nandhini agreed, her heart feeling lighter. What began as an official visit had unexpectedly solved the decades-old suspense between their families. The long-standing misunderstandings were finally cleared up, and Nandhini knew that these newfound bonds would be cherished forever. K.Ragavan 12-1-25 .

Small Story 122 The Card Miracle

Small Story 122 The Card Miracle Radhika and Mallika had been childhood friends, but after marriage, their paths diverged. Mallika moved to Bengaluru, and Radhika settled in Mysore. Both their husbands held good positions in banks. After three years, Radhika visited Bengaluru to catch up with Mallika while her husband was away at a wedding in Hubli. Mallika was waiting at the station to greet her, and soon they were joined by her husband, Vishnu. They reminisced about old times and went out for dinner. Mallika lived in a prime area, Jayanagar, near the metro station, surrounded by many restaurants. Vishnu secured seats for them despite the holiday crowd, and they enjoyed a delightful Bombay meal with two sweets. When the bill arrived, Radhika offered to pay, but Vishnu insisted on paying with his credit card. After a long wait for the waiter to return with the card, he appeared with a sad expression and informed Vishnu that his card had been rejected due to an exceeded limit. Vishnu was taken aback. The waiter led him to the counter, where Vishnu noticed something shocking— the card wasn’t his! It had been swapped with someone else’s by mistake. Vishnu raised his voice, demanding an explanation. At that moment, a beautiful lady approached them, apologizing and explaining that her child had accidentally taken Vishnu's card when the waiter brought their food. The lady introduced herself as Shalini, a cardiologist who had recently moved to Bengaluru from the US, with her husband, Dr. Manish, joining her next week. To Vishnu's surprise, Shalini lived in the same apartment building, on the third floor, which delighted Mallika. A few days later, Mallika’s parents, Swamy and Pankajam, visited unexpectedly from Tirunelveli. Mallika was taken aback, especially when Swamy mentioned that Pankajam had recently fallen and been diagnosed with high blood pressure. They had decided to come to Bengaluru for further consultation. Mallika invited Shalini for tea, and she arrived with her husband, Manish, shortly after. Mallika shared her mother’s condition, and Shalini reassured her, offering to examine Pankajam. After a thorough check-up, Shalini prescribed medication and assured Mallika that Pankajam would recover in ten days. To Mallika’s relief, after the prescribed time, her mother’s health improved. Mallika shared the entire story with Radhika, and both were happy with the outcome. Vishnu, still reflecting on the credit card mix-up, now understood that everything happened for a reason. It was a miracle in the form of a simple card exchange that led to Shalini’s intervention. A week later, Mallika and Vishnu visited Mysore to spend time with Radhika and her husband, cherishing the bond they all shared, and grateful for the events that had unfolded. K.Ragavan 11-1-25

Letter.

Letter Published in ThevNational UAE10, Jan 25 In reference to Ellie Sennett's report Jimmy Carter lies in state at US Capitol ahead of funeral (January 8): Jimmy Carter was a statesman, but he has also made an indelible mark in the philanthropic world. His simplicity, humility, kind heart and willingness to listen set him apart. His dedication to a modest lifestyle even while holding the highest office appears to me to have been a remarkable aspect of his character. He was, to my mind, one of the few American presidents to truly demonstrate the values of patriotism and humanity. Even though he had been in ill health for a long time, his departure will be a great loss to America. One can only hope that the values he embodied live on. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 121.A Promise to Keep

Small story 121. A Promise to Keep Vasanthi, Ram, and Ambujam made their way to the temple, their steps light but their hearts heavy with memories of Desikan. The evening air was calm, carrying the scent of jasmine and incense from the temple as the trio walked, their minds reflecting on the past year since Desikan’s untimely departure. Vasanthi, still coming to terms with the tragic loss, felt a deep sense of responsibility towards Ram and Ambujam. They had become her family in more ways than one. Despite the sorrow, they had found solace in each other’s company and the comforting promise she had made toher friend and colleague Desikan to care for them. As they reached the temple, the soft glow of the lamps welcomed them. The sound of bells ringing and the gentle chanting of priests filled the air. Ambujam, despite her years, held herself with such poise and grace, her age defying the elegance she projected. Ram, ever the dignified figure, walked beside her, his thoughtful eyes gazing ahead, contemplating Desikan’s memory. Once inside the temple, the priest welcomed them with warmth, understanding the significance of this day and happy it was Vaikunta ekadesi day.As the ritual for Desikan began, the family stood together, holding onto one another as they paid tribute to the son they had lost too soon. Vasanthi, with her quiet strength, found herself silently thanking Desikan for the trust he had placed in her, knowing deep in her heart that she was fulfilling her promise. K. Ragavan 10-1-25

Beautiful letter from My friend Ramasubramaniam

Dear Mr Raghavan Wish you a happy new Year 2025. With calmness, sincerity, integrity being the foundation of our *attitude* . Pursuing the fulfilment of our dreams and goals, lets reach our *altitude* , Let’s embrace the changes in our lives, with courage and *fortitude* For all that we have got and are going to get, lets express sincere *gratitude* Swaying between the Highs and Lows, the friends and foes, we have zoomed through *2024* Revisiting the major events, capturing the learnings, Into the Year 2025, let us all *SOAR* In Jan, ISRO successfully launched the first x-Ray Polarimeter Satellite, forging ahead on its study of *SPACE* . Long awaited temple of Lord Ram was inaugurated at Ayodhya, Devotees praying for spiritual *GRACE* . General Elections were held across the country, to elect 543 members, in seven *PHASES* . In May, North India recorded High temperatures, with Delhi breaking records, as Sun *BLAZES* . In June, Indian cricket team beat South Africa, At Bridgetown, becoming World T20 *CHAMPS* , Series of Landslides in Wayanad. Kerala, left over 200 dead, many injured and in relief *CAMPS* In August, at Paris, over 10000 athletes, across 32 Major events, featured in 33rd Summer Olympic *GAMES* In September, Israel continued to pound Lebanon, Many Hezbollah targets were up in *FLAMES* For discoveries in ML with Neural Networks, Scientists J.Hopfield and G.Hinton were awarded Nobel *PRIZE* . In the US, Donald Trump, became the 47th President, second to win Non-consecutive terms, a phenomenal *RISE* . Another turbulent year it was, for the Stock Markets, A Robust climb to 26k, in spite of heightened *STRESS* . At Singapore, in December, 18yr old Gukesh D became the youngest World Champion in *CHESS* Riding on positives, and learning from the others, Into YEAR 2025, let us *PROCEED* . Hope and wish, in our different spheres of life, With Peace and happiness, we will *SUCCEED* Wish you and your Family a VERY HAPPY & PROSPEROUS NEW YEAR *2025* Pls share your feedback and inputs. Regards, Ram & family

Small Story 120. Mission 120 The Missing Research

Small Story 120. "Mission 120: The Missing Research" Pamela was completely upset when she opened her desk. The file she had prepared for her recent research on food technology was missing. As a food research technologist with numerous accolades, Pamela had just presented her latest paper to the staff, and now it had vanished. This research was groundbreaking: it provided a method to create nutritious food grains that could improve public health—a method many countries had been unable to replicate. Pamela's department was small, with five senior staff members, all long-serving professionals. She thought back to the meeting and tried to remember who had been in her office. The bank manager had come for some account clarifications, but everyone else seemed trustworthy. Her mind told her to call her friend OO1 for help. Pamela immediately dialed the number, and the Chief picked up. After a brief conversation, he assured her that the situation would be handled and promised to send Ranjitha, who was based nearby. Ten minutes later, Ranjitha arrived. After reviewing the situation, Ranjitha suggested they review the CCTV footage. As they watched, they saw the bank manager, Mr. Gupta, sitting across from Pamela and holding a file. After some time, Ranjitha smiled and said, "Madam, your Mission 120 research is safe. There’s no need to worry. Let’s call Mr. Gupta and ask him to bring his office file." Pamela was puzzled, "Why do we need his file? What’s that got to do with my research?" Twenty minutes later, Gupta arrived with his office accounts file. Ranjitha examined it carefully, then said, "In the CCTV footage, you explained your research and left the file on the table. By mistake, Mr. Gupta took the wrong file—the green one, which was the same color as his own. He left his file behind, and you unknowingly took it. The research file is safe and intact inside." Pamela checked the file and confirmed that her research was there. She was relieved and thanked Ranjitha for her brilliant investigation. She also expressed her gratitude to OO1 for his support. Mission 120 had been saved, and her hard work remained intact. K.Ragavan 9-1-25

Small Story 119 Senthil's Reunion A Vacation of PeaceReunion

Small Story 119 Senthil's Reunion: A Vacation of Peace Senthil arrived at the Karaikudi bus station, where his old friend Karthik greeted him warmly and took him to his car. They had both studied together at IIT Chennai but had since moved to different parts of the world for their careers—Senthil to Singapore and Karthik to Australia. Both were originally from Madurai. Karthik’s wife’s family hailed from Karaikudi, and they were there on vacation—Senthil had come from Madurai to visit. As they chatted about their college days, Senthil handed a large packet of gifts to Karthik’s son, Venu, who was in the 12th grade. "Thank you, Uncle," whispered Venu, a tall, handsome boy, and a talented cricketer with several medals to his name. "Venu, you should open it and see inside," said Senthil. Venu eagerly opened the gift to find a beautiful shirt with a cricket bat monogram. "Lovely! I like this," he said, clearly pleased by the thoughtful gift, especially since he was an avid batsman. Karthik’s wife, Valliammai, asked with curiosity, "Anna, why didn’t you bring Lalitha with you?" "She had to attend a wedding in Alwar Thirunagari," Karthik replied. "One of her classmate's brother’s wedding. It's a famous Srivaishnava sthalam." After a delicious Chettinad lunch, the friends rested for a while. Later, over tea, Karthik, with a mischievous twinkle in his eye, said, "I’m going to take you to a place that will shock you." Senthil, intrigued, asked, "Where, man?" "Wait and see," Karthik replied, as he stopped in front of a grand house. He parked the car and led Senthil inside. When Karthik rang the doorbell, a young boy of about sixteen answered and greeted Karthik with warmth. "Mummy, Karthik Uncle has come!" he called out. A sweet voice from inside responded, "I’m coming," and soon, a beautiful lady appeared. Senthil was stunned. "How is Nandhini here in Karaikudi?" he thought. Nandhini, equally surprised to see him, gasped. They had both attended the same school in Madurai, and Senthil had harbored a crush on her from a young age. She, too, had feelings for him. However, Nandhini’s father, a textile engineer at Madura Coats, had not approved of her marrying Senthil. After that, Senthil had left Madurai to attend IIT, and they lost touch when Nandhini's phone was switched off. Focused on his studies, he excelled and landed a lucrative job offer in Singapore. Nandhini smiled warmly and said, "It’s so good to see you after so many years, Senthil. My dad arranged for me to marry a textile engineer from Karaikudi, a man with a wealthy background. It wasn’t my choice, though. Two years ago, my husband had a massive heart attack and passed away." Senthil realized, in that moment, that life’s decisions were sometimes out of one’s hands. No matter what we choose, ultimate control lies elsewhere. "By the way, what’s your son’s name?" Senthil asked, his curiosity piqued. "His name is Senthil," she replied. "I felt blessed to give him that name because it was my late father-in-law’s name, too." Hearing that name, Senthil realized that, in a way, he had always been a part of Nandhini’s life. Though their paths had diverged, fate had ensured that a part of him remained with her. Senthil’s vacation in Karaikudi not only allowed him to reconnect with old friends but also gave him the peace and closure he had been seeking. In rediscovering old bonds and reflecting on lost relationships, he found a sense of inner satisfaction and a newfound acceptance of the way things had turned out. K. Ragavan 8-1-25

Small Story 118 The Lost Phone and the Miracle of Prasadam

Small Story 118. The Lost Phone and the Miracle of Prasadam Seshan, a pious and helpful man of 59, worked in a state government office dealing with ration card distribution. He was about to retire in a year and was known for his kind and god-fearing nature. He usually returned home by 6 P.M., but when it was already 8 P.M. and he hadn't come back yet, his wife Ambika grew anxious. Their son, Harish, a physical instructor, grew worried too. They tried to reach out to Seshan’s close friends, Girish and Sivaraman, but none of them had any news of his whereabouts. Harish knew that his father had lost his mobile phone the previous day and had made a complaint, planning to buy a new one soon. He was concerned about his father's well-being, especially since he had been upset about the loss of his new Samsung phone, a gift from Harish. Harish rushed to Sivaraman's house to check on his father. While leaving, he met Bhasyam, the priest of the Rama Anjaneya temple. Bhasyam said, “Harish, your dad just left the temple. I gave him today's Vadamalai prasadam. He was upset about losing his phone, and I reassured him that he would get it back. He said that he normally doesn’t use expensive phones, but this one was special because you had bought it for him.” Harish rushed home, where he found his father sitting and speaking calmly to his mother, Ambika. Seshan smiled and reassured her, “I know you’re worried about the cost of the phone, especially since Harish bought it for me recently. But don’t worry, it’s the first time I’ve lost a phone, and I’ll get it back.” The next morning, Seshan received a call from his friend Ram. Since it was Sunday, Ram had come by to visit. Ram said, “Yesterday night, the librarian at the library told my son that someone had left a phone there. When my son saw it, he recognized the model and told the librarian that it belonged to you. The librarian confirmed your name and returned the phone to him.” Seshan was overjoyed to learn that his phone had been found at the library. Two days before, he had visited the library to read R.K. Narayan's *Malgudi Days* and had accidentally left his phone behind. The librarian had kept it safe, wanted to find out who left Tears welled up in Seshan’s eyes as he thanked the priest for the prasadam and the temple’s blessing. He hugged his friend Ram in gratitude. The next day, Seshan visited the library to thank the administrator and took his family to the temple to offer their thanks. In the end, Seshan’s faith, his kindness, and the blessings of the temple brought back what he had lost, turning a moment of anxiety into one of gratitude. K.Ragavan 7-1-25

Small Story 117 Homage to Anjali

Small Story 117Homage to Anjali After visiting his friend Shekar in Vijayawada, Chander admired his friend's hospitality, spending a day reminiscing about the old days with Shekar, his wife Chandini, and son Goutam. Now, Chander was on his way to Hyderabad to visit another old friend, Advaith. The bus reached the famous Biriyani city at 6 AM. After relaxing for six hours, Chander was greeted by Advaith at the bus station. This was Chander's first visit to Hyderabad. Although it had been a long time since they last met, Advaith hadn't changed much. He had gained a little weight, now weighing 57 kg, while Chander maintained his physique through regular walking. As they drove, Advaith spoke enthusiastically about his son, Vipul. "My son is eagerly waiting for you," he said. "Is he?" Chander nodded. "He's an ardent reader of your work. He has bought five of your books and convinced 20 of his friends to read them." Chander smiled, grateful for such blessings. They arrived at Advaith's apartment in a prime area of Hyderabad. Advaith worked as a marketing manager for a leading pharmaceutical company. After a warm introduction to his wife Archana and son Vipul, who was in his final year of Business Management and also working at an IT firm, they had a refreshing meal. Vipul eagerly asked Chander for an autograph. "Chander, you think I am that famous?" Chander asked with a smile. Vipul replied, "No doubt, Uncle. You are a versatile writer with many readers." Curious, Vipul asked, "How did you start writing?" Chander paused, reflecting on the past. "You're making me revisit my memories. Even Advaith and my other friends never knew the background," he began. "In college, I had a classmate named Anjali. She was charming, always smiling, and beautiful. We thought alike on almost everything. She loved reading, especially investigative stories. One day, casually, she told me, 'Chander, you have a wonderful imagination and a great command of English. Why don't you write an investigative story?' She kept saying this every time we met. A year passed, and then I received the devastating news that Anjali had met with an accident and passed away. The shock stayed with me for six months. I loved her for her simplicity, and once I settled into my career, I had planned to marry her. But life doesn't always go according to plan. "After her passing, I decided to fulfill her wish, as she had given me so much love and affection. I started writing investigative stories at the age of 25, and today, I am known in the field. This success, I owe to her thinking and philosophy. I dedicate all of it to Anjali. She will always remain in my heart." As Chander finished speaking, his eyes filled with tears. Advaith, Archana, and Vipul were also moved, their eyes brimming with tears at Chander's heartfelt tribute to Anjali. K.Ragavan 6-1-25

Tribute to Versatile Director,Writer,and Producer Late B.R.Chopra.851.

Today, I am going to pen a tribute to another memorable writer, producer, and director of Bollywood — none other than the late B.R. Chopra of B.R. Films. Known for his immense respect and image in the film fraternity, B.R. Chopra produced many iconic films and gave the world the unforgettable TV serial Mahabharat. He directed several remarkable films, each marked by his unique directorial touch. The films I have seen and truly appreciated include Daastan, Pati, Patni Aur Woh, Kanoon, Dhund, Humraz, and Karm. These films were all notable, and each showcased his mastery. In Daastan, the legendary Dilip Kumar's performance played a significant role in its success. Kanoon was another masterpiece from this director. Pati, Patni Aur Woh was another successful venture, which starred the talented Sanjeev Kumar. Playback singer Mahendra Kapoor's association with his films added an unforgettable musical charm. B.R. Chopra worked with wonderful technicians in his unit, including his cinematographer brother, Dharm Chopra, and his director brother, Yash Chopra. His serial Mahabharat made a landmark impact on Indian television, and it is not an exaggeration to say it changed the small-screen industry. The late Rahi Masoom Raza's contribution as the dialogue writer for the serial was invaluable. Mahabharat also gave Bollywood some memorable actors, including Mukesh Khanna, Punit Isar, and more. B.R. Chopra produced many successful films, including Waqt, Dhul Ka Phool, and Chandni Chowk. Baghban is another testament to his storytelling genius. The three Chopra brothers — B.R. Chopra, Yash Chopra, and Dharm Chopra — dominated the B.R. Films banner and left a lasting impact on Indian cinema. B.R. Chopra was awarded the prestigious Dadasaheb Phalke Award, the highest honor in Indian cinema, for his contributions. Even though he is no longer with us, the B.R. Films banner continues to fly high on the Bollywood map. Today, I am happy to pay tribute to this legendary director K.Ragavan 6-1-25

Small Story 116 A Contention Reward

Small Story 116 A Contention Reward" Ramurthy, after ten years, was on his way to visit his aunt Bhagyam in Chromepet. He had not seen her since her husband passed away, and she had recently returned from Singapore, where her son, Bhaskar, had settled with his wife, Lakshmi, and daughter, Suma. Bhagyam, though 68, was still active and well-versed in daily affairs. As Ramurthy arrived at her house, she greeted him warmly, happy to see her nephew. After exchanging pleasantries and consoling her on the loss of her husband, Ramurthy handed her a bag full of sweets. Bhagyam, however, whispered to him, asking why he had brought so much. Ramurthy smiled and explained that it was a token of his affection and gratitude. In return, Bhagyam gave him a big bag with compliments for his wife, Visalam, and their son, Ramu, along with some snacks like peanut balls and murukku, favorite treats from the South. Once they sat down to talk, Bhagyam revealed a surprising piece of news. Bhaskar, her son, had great respect for Ramurthy’s late father, Swamy, who had helped Bhaskar with his studies in Singapore. Bhaskar, wanting to honor that bond, had come up with a proposal: He wanted to marry his daughter, Suma, to Ramurthy’s son, Ramu, in six months. Additionally, Bhaskar’s family was offering Ramurthy and Visalam a permanent home in Chromepet, as they had lived in a rented house for many years. Stunned by the proposal, Ramurthy was taken aback. Bhagyam assured him that this was something Bhaskar and his wife, Lakshmi, were both happy with. She expressed admiration for Visalam’s contented lifestyle and said that it would be a blessing for their families. Although overwhelmed, Ramurthy could not refuse this loving arrangement from his aunt. Months later, the marriage of Ramu, the upcoming famous artist, and Suma was celebrated with great fanfare. Many VIPs from the film industry attended, as Ramu was known for his artistic works and illustrations. The union was joyous, and after the wedding, the entire family visited their favorite god, Lord Balaji, at Tirupati, to offer their thanks and blessings for the new chapter in their lives. In the end, Ramurthy and Visalam remained the beautiful, contented couple they had always been, embracing the changes brought by love and family. K.Ragavan 5-1-25