Small Story 171.

Small Story 171.: A Surprising Twist: Anand’s Discovery of Uncle Pramod’s Secret Wedding Anand arrived at Uncle Pramod’s house, greeted warmly by his uncle. "Hey, how are you? How's Mum?" Pramod asked. "Fine, Pramod. How are you?" Anand replied. "Any good news?" Anand asked curiously. Pramod raised an eyebrow. "What good news?" he whispered, his tone shifting. Despite being three years older than Anand, Pramod was still single according to the family’s expectations. Suddenly, Pramod’s phone rang, and he answered. "How are you, Vaishali? Your friend's wedding went well?" he asked. "Yes, I’ll be arriving there on an evening flight today," Vaishali replied. The call ended quickly. Anand was curious about who Vaishali was. Sensing his curiosity, Pramod motioned for Anand to sit on the sofa and began to explain. "Vaishali is your aunt. I married her one week ago, but I didn’t tell the family. I had met her a few years ago, and she too... fifteen days ago, with her parents’ approval, we decided to marry." Anand was shocked. "Good news, but why didn't you tell anyone?" Pramod hesitated before continuing. "The reason is that Vaishali is five years older than me, and we both really like each other. If I told the family, they would laugh at the age difference. I’ve been seeing girls since I was 26, and up until 31, I couldn’t find the right one. But this... this is God’s will, Anand. Don’t worry." Anand smiled, reassured. "Promod, I will support you with the rest of the family. Many legends have married older partners, and what truly matters is the connection. I’m happy for you, and I’m confident the family will understand." After a few minutes, Anand left with a renewed confidence, knowing he could help convince the family about Pramod’s newfound happiness. K.Ragavan 1-3-25 .

Small Story 170.

Small Story 170. The Mystery of the Three-Digit Number Shyamala was in a fix. She was eagerly anticipating attending her cousin's wedding in Bengaluru, but there was a problem: her diamond necklace was locked in a high-security vault, and her husband, Shubhas, had forgotten the secret pin to open it. He had left for work, and Shyamala knew the only person who could help was their son, Shreesh, who was studying in the US. Shreesh had created the pin number, but he hadn’t written it down. Even though Shreesh used to open the vault with his mobile number when he was in India, he had accidentally deleted the number from his phone before leaving for the US 21 days ago. Shyamala was growing desperate. With only three days left until the wedding, she searched through Shreesh's diary, but there was no clue about the number. That evening, Shreesh called to check on his parents. Shyamala, worried, asked him for the number, but Shreesh couldn’t recall it. He promised to call back the next morning with the answer. However, when Shreesh called again, he still couldn’t remember the number. Shyamala's frustration grew, but she didn’t give up hope. The necklace Shubhas had bought for her three years ago on their 20th wedding anniversary, using a bonus he received from his company, was very precious to her. It had only been taken out of the vault on special occasions, and Shubhas had forgotten to note down the pin. As the wedding day approached, Shyamala decided that, without the necklace, she would go ahead with her plans. However, Shubhas, recalling how important the necklace was to Shyamala, suddenly remembered something. He remembered that Shreesh always had a favorite number — 8. Since the vault required a three-digit number, it had to be either 170 or 260, and Shubhas figured the number 170 might be the one. He tried the number, and to their surprise, the vault opened! Shyamala was overjoyed to wear the necklace that her loving husband had bought her. She and Shubhas attended the wedding, and Shyamala’s beauty caught the attention of everyone in the crowd. From the US, Shreesh also celebrated their success. The mystery of the three-digit number was finally solved, and it was a reminder of love, memory, and special moments. K.Ragavan 28-2-25

Small Story 169.

Small Story 169 "A Serendipitous Proposal" Thamarai and Lakshmi, close friends working in the same bank, were navigating through a challenging time. A few days ago, Lakshmi had fallen in the bathroom and was admitted to a nearby nursing home. The doctor suggested surgery if the injury was severe, but Lakshmi, feeling only slight pain, was reluctant. Thamarai, being a supportive friend, brought her dinner, as her house was close to the nursing home. Lakshmi greeted her warmly, feeling relieved by her visit. "If surgery isn’t necessary, I wouldn't advise it either," Thamarai agreed, hoping for the best. Just then, the orthopedic doctor, Dr. Vishnu, entered. He reassured them that Lakshmi would be fine within two days, as the injury was slight. "Thank you, doctor," Thamarai nodded, grateful for the positive update. Dr. Vishnu, a sharp, renowned young doctor in his mid-20s, left an impression on both of them. After two days, Lakshmi was discharged from the nursing home, and as she was leaving, Dr. Vishnu handed her his card to stay in touch. "Take care," he said, with a kind smile. A few days later, Dr. Vishnu visited the bank where Lakshmi worked. "I’m perfectly fine, doctor," Lakshmi assured him. To her surprise, Dr. Vishnu mentioned that his parents wanted to visit her home. "If it’s convenient, would Sunday at 4 pm work for you?" Lakshmi, still a bit surprised, agreed. On Sunday at 4 pm, Dr. Vishnu’s parents, Ram and Vasanthy, arrived at Lakshmi’s home. After a warm welcome with tea, Mysore Pak, and snacks, Ram initiated the conversation. "Straight to the point," he said, looking at Lakshmi’s father. "Two years ago, my son Vishnu approached your daughter’s bank for a loan to start his nursing home. With her approval, the loan of twenty lakhs was sanctioned, and now his practice is thriving." Ram continued, "Vishnu believes that Lakshmi’s hand is lucky, and he wants to make her his life partner, if she’s willing." Lakshmi was momentarily taken aback, as she didn’t remember the loan approval clearly, given how many loans she sanctioned daily. But as she remembered the name "Vasanthy Nursing Home," it all clicked. She exchanged a glance with Thamarai, who smiled and nodded in approval. Two months later, Vishnu and Lakshmi were married in a grand celebration, attended by numerous medical professionals. Vishnu believed in gratitude and felt that Lakshmi was his ideal partner, believing that fate had brought them together when she visited him for treatment. K.Ragavan 27-2-25

Small Story 168.

Small Story 168. A Reward for Honesty** Driver Manickam had been searching for hours to find the address provided by his friend Venu. Venu had asked him to go to a financier named Damodaran to secure a loan for his daughter’s wedding, which was only 21 days away. After a long search, Manickam finally found Damodaran's place. Damodaran welcomed him and seemed to take a liking to Manickam. He then explained his condition for the loan: he would deduct 12.% annual interest in advance. Manickam needed ₹40,000 for three years, but if Damodaran deducted ₹14,400 upfront, Manickam would only receive ₹25,600, which wouldn’t be enough for the wedding. He tried to negotiate, suggesting that he would pay the interest monthly, but Damodaran refused, stating that it was his rule. Frustrated, Manickam called Venu to ask for advice. Venu was surprised too, as Damodaran had never acted this way before. Venu reassured Manickam, telling him not to worry, as God would find a way to help. The next day, Manickam went to pick up a foreign guest, Sophia, from the airport. After dropping her off at her hotel, he realized that she had left a small bag in the back seat of his car. He immediately called her and returned the bag to the hotel. Sophia was extremely grateful and explained that the bag contained important documents. She insisted on giving him a token of appreciation, offering him $500 as a gift. Manickam was deeply moved and politely accepted. When Manickam shared the story with Venu, he understood why Damodaran had acted strangely the previous day. The financier had lost a potential customer because of his greed. Manickam returned home full of happiness, knowing that his honesty had not only brought him a reward but also saved him from the loan and the worries about the wedding. K.Ragavan 26-2-25

Tribute to Gnanachandran.859.

Today, I want to pay tribute to my dear friend, Gnanachandran, Professor in Pharmacy, who has been honored with several prestigious awards and recognitions in recent months by various pharmacy colleges and organizations. He began his career as a medical representative decades ago and has since climbed to the highest ranks, earning the title of Professor. His journey is not only admirable but also a great source of pride for our group, the Madurai Veerans, a community of professional representatives connected to the pharmaceutical industry, who served in the temple city of Madurai many years ago. Gnanachandran is not just an accomplished professional but also a person with a warm smile, humility, and simplicity that inspire everyone around him. Kudos to you, Gnanachandran! Wishing you and your family many more years of happiness, peace, and success ahead. K.Ragavan

Small Story 167.

Small Story 167. Strange Encounte * Sanjay was waiting restlessly at the gate for his departure to India. After placing his luggage, a beautiful lady greeted him. "Excuse me, I’m on the same flight. I’ll collect this small cover once I finish in the restroom." Sanjay took the cover she handed him as she walked away with her own luggage. More than twenty minutes passed without any response, and a final boarding announcement was made. Just as Sanjay got up, two policemen escorted the lady and handed him the cover before leaving. "Sorry, I was held up," she said with a smile as they both boarded the aircraft. They settled into their seats, and Sanjay returned the cover to her. "Thank you, I’m Ranjitha," she introduced herself. "I’m visiting my sister’s house." "I’m Sanjay," he replied. "I’m going to attend a course in India for one year." Ranjitha didn’t ask for details about the course, and Sanjay was happy to keep it confidential, not wanting to discuss it with strangers. On the flight from Denver to London, they chatted about Bollywood films, the latest changes in US politics, and the issues surrounding deported migrants. After a sumptuous dinner, they watched a film on the in-flight entertainment system. In London, they continued their conversation, and Sanjay felt a growing curiosity about the two policemen. Finally, he decided to ask. "Ranjitha, why were the two cops with you?" She smiled knowingly and guessed his thoughts. "You want to know something, Sanjay?" He hesitated and nodded, but she continued, "No need to worry about it. You’re a very interesting person, and I don’t want to lose our conversation." The next morning, they arrived in Bengaluru. They parted ways, and Sanjay proceeded to report at the gate of the famous academy in Mysore. The guard directed him to the office, and when he entered the cabin to meet the person in charge, he was stunned to see his co-passenger, Ranjitha, sitting behind the desk. "Good morning, Madam," Sanjay greeted her, showing his credentials. Ranjitha smiled warmly. "Welcome, Sanjay. I appreciate that you didn’t disclose the name of your institute." Sanjay smiled in return, but before he could ask about the cops, she intervened. "The cops who accompanied me? They’re from the FBI. I gave you the cover with an important pen drive for a case I was handling. You are fit for our academy, but remember, you should not reveal your institute’s name." Just then, the Chief of the academy, known as OO1, entered the room, smiling and greeting Sanjay. After a brief conversation over tea and biscuits, Ranjitha escorted Sanjay to his first day of training at the world-renowned OO1 Academy for investigation. Sanjay felt proud to have joined an institute with such talented individuals like Ranjitha and aspired to follow in her footsteps in the future. K.Ragavan 25-2-25 * *

Small Story 166.

Small Story 166. *Investigation Encounter* Shinde entered the library. A few people, both women and men, were seriously reading. He walked in and picked up his favorite author's investigation book, then made his way to his usual corner seat. As he read, he suddenly remembered that he should call his wife. He quickly got up, left the library, and rang her from his phone. His wife, Nandhini, was working as a Principal at a college and was retiring this month. “Hello, I came to the library. I kept the tea in the flask and will be back at 6:30 PM,” Shinde said. As he hung up, his colleague, Pramela, came and greeted him. “How are you, Shinde?” “I’m fine. How are you and your husband?” Shinde replied. “He’s fine. How is your wife, Nandhini?” “She’s fine. Another week until her retirement.” “We retired a month ago,” Pramela said with a smile. Pramela, although sixty, looked graceful, smart, and active. Shinde, too, was known for his friendly nature, and so was Pramela. Her son worked in Bengaluru at a leading software company, and Shinde’s daughter lived in Chennai, staying in a women’s hostel. Both Shinde and Pramela had retired from leading finance companies. Every day, they met at the library, read together, and later took a half-hour walk before parting ways. Pramela’s husband, Ravi, was a private detective and a talented person. After finishing their reading, they started walking through the nearby park. Pramela’s husband, Ravi, greeted them. “Why did I come here today? Recently, I solved a murder case, and the culprit was given a severe jail term. I wanted to treat you all,” Ravi said with a grin. “I’ve already messaged Nandhini to join us at our popular restaurant at 6:30 PM.” “Congratulations, Ravi! That’s great,” Shinde nodded. “Pramela, why didn’t you tell me about this case you were handling? asked. “I know you would be scared and worried about my life,” Ravi explained. “If any miscreants were involved, they might come after me.” Pramila smiled, “Okay, I agree.” After talking and walking for a while, they reached the restaurant. Nandhini greeted them as they arrived. “Congratulations, Bro!” she said warmly. Meanwhile, Ravi’s son called to congratulate his dad but couldn’t make it due to work. They all enjoyed a delicious dinner together before parting ways. As they left, Shinde joked, “You solved your investigation, and I have to wait until tomorrow evening to see how my detective solves the mystery I left for him today.” Everyone laughed, and Pramela whispered, “Like Ravi solved your case, your detective will solve it too!” With full happiness, they all departed. K.Ragavan 24-2-25

Tribute to My Friend ,Late Garuda Dhwaja Iyengar. 858.

**Tribute to My Friend, Late Garuda Dhwaja Iyengar**858. A few days ago, I received the shocking news of the demise of G. Iyengar, a friend whom I have known for over four decades, starting from my days in Mysore. We also worked together in the Marketing division for a decade in the Emirate of Ajman, UAE. Our bond as friends and colleagues was nothing short of amazing, and he was known for his friendly and helpful nature. Being an ex-serviceman who served in India with a leading insurance company in Mysore, G. Iyengar, like me, eventually made his way to the UAE. Over the years, we visited many places, dined at numerous restaurants, and exchanged ideas on various topics. He always appreciated my write-ups and would often ask me to write about topics that were important to him — I could never refuse. Apart from being a talented marketing professional, I also admired his deep technical knowledge of the insurance industry. His ability to build and maintain client relationships, along with his extensive network, was truly remarkable. He was a dedicated father to his two sons, who always respected and cared for him. His untimely departure is a tremendous loss to all his close associates, including me. I deeply regret missing his 70th birthday celebration in January at Mysore, as a family function at my house prevented me from attending. Although I couldn’t be there to see him, I will always remember his smiling face. Before I conclude, I pray that my Acharyan gives strength to his wife, sons, and daughters-in-law, so they can bear this irrecoverable loss with grace. K.Ragavan. 24-2-25. Until We Meet Again Next Week,

Good Interview.

Muktha Ravi's insightful interview, along with his reflections on the early days of his award-winning Director V. Srinivasan, was truly commendable. His observations shed light on the remarkable journey of his father and his influential connections within the industry. Srinivasan’s association with iconic figures like the late Jayalalithaa, Cho, and other prominent actors demonstrates the high regard in which he was held by his peers and the film fraternity. Muktha Ravi's narration of these past experiences was engaging and added a personal touch to the legacy of his father. Kudos to him for such an amazing recount. K. Ragavan 23-2-25 https://youtu.be/Z4cPKaxskp4?si=4SXQFK7x7JYxz2ti

Small Story 165.

Small Story 165. Late Decision Radhika walked into the hall, warmly greeted by more than fifty people, all gathered to celebrate her colleague Rajesh's 3-year-old son's birthday. "Hey, why the late arrival? What about the parents?" he asked. "They've gone to the temple for a marriage ceremony," Radhika explained. "Only on special occasions like this do you come around, not on holidays," Rajesh whispered. Radhika, who lived in the building next to Rajesh’s, smiled and replied, “No, not like that.” She wished little Sandeep, who had been eagerly waiting, and handed him a parcel. The boy, excited, immediately tore open the gift. "An automatic car! Thank you, Aunty!" he said, his eyes sparkling with joy. Though just three years old, Sandeep was already remarkably smart and charming. Sunanda then offered Radhika some sweets and snacks. "Have a seat, enjoy yourself!" she said as she placed a plate of Cashew Burfi in front of her. Radhika took a bite and smiled. "This is delicious! Is this your favorite?" she asked. "How did you know?" Sunanda asked, looking surprised. Radhika grinned. "I could tell by the taste. Plus, you've sent it twice through Rajesh." After spending about an hour chatting and enjoying the snacks, Radhika left, taking a few sweets in her pocket to share with her parents. Radhika and Rajesh were good friends, always looking out for one another. They had helped several people who couldn’t afford to perform their daughters' weddings. But Radhika’s mother, Rashmi, often prayed for her daughter’s marriage, feeling as though fate was keeping it on hold. Later that day, after returning from a marriage ceremony, Rashmi excitedly approached Radhika. "Good news, dear! I’ve found a boy for you!" she said, holding up a photo of a man. "A relative of mine is looking for a good girl, and she thought of you. I showed my picture gallery to her and she gave her son’s picture." Radhika frowned. "Why, Mum? I'm not interested in marriage." "Just take a look at the picture and tell me what you think," Rashmi urged. Reluctantly, Radhika glanced at the photo—and her heart sank. It was a picture of Sushil, a former college mate who had once turned her down when she had expressed her crush on him. Back then, Sushil had refused to marry her and had his own marriage arranged with a leading doctor. Radhika had resolved not to marry after that rejection, and now, she didn’t want to share her feelings with her mother. Just then, Rashmi’s relative arrived, accompanied by none other than Sushil himself. Upon seeing Radhika, Sushil’s face lit up. "I’ve been searching for you! My mum saw your picture and forwarded it to me. I’ve been looking for you ever since." Radhika raised an eyebrow. "What happened to your doctor marriage?" "She’s gone for higher studies, and after her parents’ pressure, she agreed. Now, I want to propose to you," Sushil declared. Radhika simply smiled. "So now you want to marry me because your doctor fiancé is no longer in the picture? If you really liked me, you could have married me three years ago. But now, I’ve made up my mind. I want to marry someone who is family-oriented, someone who genuinely cares. You’ve been erased from my mind, Sushil." She turned to leave, saying, “Good luck, Sushil. Goodbye.” Rashmi was left speechless, unable to find the right words. It was clear that Radhika had made her decision K.Ragavan 23-2-25

Small Story 164.

Small Story 164 A Mother's Blessing: A Miracle Ramayee, a devoted housemaid known for her honesty and discipline, had spent many years earning a stellar reputation in the Srirangam area. Her former employers, Rangan and Ambujam, had migrated to the US with their only son. They recommended her to Nathan and his wife, Pankajam, who welcomed Ramayee into their home for the rest of her life. Nathan recognized her by the old-fashioned earrings she wore, which were rare these days. When Ramayee arrived at the bus stand, Nathan greeted her warmly, and Pankajam, sitting in the backseat, welcomed her too. After a 15-minute drive, they reached their beautiful home in the Main Guard Gate Extension area, where the elegant house stood with a lovely garden. Nathan, a retired senior accounts manager, and Pankajam had lived a peaceful life in Trichy. Pankajam and Ambujam had been close friends for decades, both having started their careers at the Srirangam Ranganathar temple. After Ambujam's recent move to the US, Nathan and Pankajam invited Ramayee to stay with them. Nathan showed her to a room with all modern amenities, and Pankajam whispered, "You are one of our family members now. Do not hesitate to ask for anything." With tears in her eyes, Ramayee thanked them, feeling deeply grateful for Rangan's blessings that had guided her to this new chapter in life. After enjoying a meal together, Ramayee washed the dishes and retired to her room. A couple of hours later, Pankajam went to check on her and found Ramayee sitting on the bed, staring at a photo and crying. The picture was of her son, Santhosh, who had gone to the US five years ago for further studies. Since then, there had been no news from him. Ramayee, who had raised Santhosh with the help of Rangan and Ambujam, had always hoped for his success. He had received a scholarship to study in Boston, but after leaving, there was no communication. Pankajam consoled her, telling her not to worry, as her family deity would guide her son back home. A week later, Nathan received a call from Rangan with incredible news. Santhosh, after a three-year coma following an accident, was recovering slowly. He had been taken in by Professor Michael, the principal of his college, who had treated him like a son. Professor Michael had praised Santhosh for his honesty and academic achievements and even recommended him to Google. Santhosh was on the path to recovery, and Rangan had met Michael at a function, recognizing him and confirming his identity. The professor agreed to let Rangan bring Santhosh back home. Ramayee, overwhelmed with joy, could only express her gratitude. "Rangan Sir sent Santhosh to the US, and now Nathan Sir is giving me the good news about my son. All the blessings of our family deity have come true!" K. Ragavan 22-2-25 ---

Letter.

Letter Published in The National UAE on 21 Feb 25, Nurturing India-UAE tech talent With reference to the report by Ramola Talwar Badam IIT Delhi Abu Dhabi unveils vision to develop global research hub and nurture talent (February 14): This joint venture to develop a global research hub was interesting to read about. The initiative, launched a year ago, is already yielding impressive results, with Emirati students expressing admiration and interest in the programme. The commitment of the local administration to provide stipends of Dh4,000 demonstrates their dedication to nurturing young talent and equipping them with the necessary resources for research excellence. IIT Delhi, one of India’s most prestigious institutions, has consistently demonstrated global leadership, with many of its graduates excelling around the world. As more students, both Indian and Emirati, show interest in this programme, the partnership between IIT Delhi and the UAE government is poised for success. This collaboration could significantly affect the global research platform and contribute to the growth of research innovation worldwide. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 163.

Small Story 163 "Rohini's Blessing" Murthy had just returned from his walk when he received a call from his son, Bharath. Bharath, who was constructing a house in the prominent Yadavagiri area of Mysore, urgently needed two lakhs for the construction work. Murthy immediately replied, "Okay, I will transfer the amount now Bharath." Bharath, working as the head of quality control at a pharmaceutical company, was facing delays in his bank loan for the house. Despite Murthy’s repeated offers to support him with a total of twenty lakhs for the construction, Bharath had always declined, preferring to handle things independently. Even though he and his wife Lakshmi had managed to save thirty lakhs from their combined salaries, Bharath had refused to take any more help from his father. Lakshmi, a principled woman working as an HR manager in a private company, wasn’t interested in borrowing money either. The couple had been married for five years and had a young daughter, Rohini, who was studying in nursery school. After sending the money, Murthy called Bharath and asked how much more he needed to complete the construction, as the bank loan was still not approved. Murthy, being wary of paying interest to the bank, wanted to avoid it if possible. Bharath, though capable of handling the situation himself, didn't want to burden his father further. Lakshmi, on the other hand, had a hidden talent for writing. She had been submitting stories to magazines, some of which gained significant popularity. A few months ago, she participated in a novel-writing competition in a leading Kannada magazine and submitted a family-oriented subject. To her delight, she won the first prize of threelakhs rupees, and even more exciting, a popular producer offered to turn her story into a film in four languages. The producer also offered her fifteen lakhs upfront and promised additional bonuses if the film did well. Lakshmi was overjoyed and, in a stroke of inspiration, named the protagonist of her novel "Rohini," after her daughter. The story clicked, and soon enough, Bharath’s need for the remaining 18 lakhs was covered by Lakshmi's prize money. Grateful and relieved, Bharath thanked his family deity for the unexpected blessing. Murthy was pleased that his son had been able to manage without relying on the bank loan, and Lakshmi was happy to see her story—and her daughter’s name—work its magic. The construction was completed within three months, and the family moved into their new home. The housewarming ceremony was a joyous occasion, and the house was named "Rohini," as a tribute to their daughter’s name and the fortune it had brought them. The entire family was happy, and their prayers had been answered. K.Ragavan 21-2-25

Good Development

The recent dramatic development in the selection of the Delhi Chief Minister was unexpected. After 27 years, the BJP was entrusted with the Chief Minister's office once again, which was a remarkable achievement. With strong support from the party high command and the help of her colleagues, Chief Minister Rekha Gupta has been able to fulfill her promises and introduce a new vision for the people of Delhi. Wishing her all the best for delivering on individual development as well as progress for the state as a whole. With Warm regards, K.Ragavan 20-2-25 https://www.narendramodi.in/network/userpost-task/67b701b4afb0ce437f229977 via MyNt

Small Story 162.

Small Story 162. Attitude of Gratitude" Vasanthy arrived at Dubai International Airport, greeted warmly by her husband, Ram. The couple had spent six years in the US, where Vasanthy worked as a journalist and Ram as a pilot for American Airlines. Ram had recently secured a new position as a captain for a Dubai-based airline, and Vasanthy also landed a managerial role at a prominent Dubai online magazine. As they drove through the city, Ram jokingly commented on Vasanthy's weight gain after her long-awaited return. They admired the city’s skyline, eventually reaching their home—a villa with a welcoming and serene atmosphere. Ram’s colleague, Rahim, who had worked with him as ground staff, was waiting for them at the house. He shared his personal story with Vasanthy—how Ram had helped him during tough times, enabling him to get back on his feet. Later that evening, the couple attended a dinner at the home of Varsha, a friend of Ram’s. They were introduced to Mr. Krishnan, a retired aeronautical engineer, who had been Ram’s mentor and had encouraged him to pursue his dream of becoming a pilot. During dinner, Ram revealed how Krishnan had motivated him, and Vasanthy’s pride in her husband shone through. Ram’s success was not only reflected in his career but also in the impact he had on others, like Rahim, whom he had helped secure a job. As they drove back home, Vasanthy expressed her admiration for Ram, realizing how much she had underestimated him before. Her new chapter in Dubai had just begun, and she was proud to start it by her husband’s side. K.Ragavan 20-2-25

Small Story 161.

Small Story 161 Passport Mystery Swapna was completely upset. After searching for more than an hour, she could not locate her passport. She had checked the locker and all other important places, but it was nowhere to be found. Her trip to Germany to visit her sister was scheduled for next week, and her leave from the office had just been sanctioned. By the time the bell rang, Swapna opened the door to see her friend Malini standing there. “Hey, how are you? Preparing for your journey?” Malini asked. “I’m upset,” Swapna replied. “I can’t remember where I kept my passport.” “You don’t remember?” Malini whispered, clearly concerned. “No, I don’t remember,” Swapna sighed. Just then, Swapna’s phone rang. It was Chander. “Hey, what happened? Did you find it?” he asked. “No, dear,” Swapna said, shaking her head. “Malini is here, I’ll call you later.” After hearing Swapna’s story, Malini said, “I attended my dad's friend’s son’s wedding in Jayanagar. It was a VIP marriage, and I met someone there — an international investigation officer, OO1, along with her assistant Ranjitha. They were leaving for Mysore at 3 p.m. Ranjitha is my classmate, and since she’s in Bengaluru, she might be able to help you find your passport.” Malini immediately called Ranjitha, who agreed to come to Swapna’s house. Exactly at 2 p.m., Ranjitha arrived. Swapna was impressed by her personality and her professional aura. She had heard about Ranjitha’s investigative skills through the media and from mutual friends. Ranjitha asked, “When did you last see your passport?” “Two days ago,” Swapna replied. “It was recently renewed for another ten years. I’m planning to travel to Germany next week with my husband.” “I’m sure the passport is in your usual place in the Godrej almirah,” Ranjitha said confidently. “You haven’t kept it in your safety locker.” “Passport renewal… it came day before yesterday,” Swapna whispered. Ranjitha asked, “When you received the passport, did you check everything? Your details?” “Yes, everything was fine,” Swapna confirmed. “Where’s your visa paper?” Ranjitha inquired. At the mention of the visa paper, Swapna suddenly remembered that the airline had called her the previous day and asked for her visa papers. “I gave it to them yesterday. One of the senior staff came and took it for verification.” “That’s it!” Ranjitha exclaimed. “You probably gave your passport along with the visa papers by mistake.” At that moment, Swapna’s phone rang again. It was Rodrigus from the airline. “Very sorry, Madam,” he said. “I took your passport by mistake for verification. Your name on the visa paper was ‘Ram Swapna.’ It should have been ‘Swapna Ram,’ which I believe is your father’s name. We needed to verify that. I’m on my way to return the passport to you.” Swapna was thrilled by how Ranjitha had quickly solved the mystery. After a cup of tea, Ranjitha left to join her chief, OO1. When Swapna received her passport from Rodrigus, she whispered to Malini, “Your friend is amazing!” Malini nodded, “That’s why she’s the assistant of the great OO1.” K.Ragavan 19-2-25

Small Story 160.

Small Story 160 The Balance of 160 Rupees Rao entered the newly opened supermarket in his area, which was neatly arranged with all household items. After making his rounds, he finally picked up some vegetables for home. When he reached the counter to pay, he suddenly realized that he had forgotten his purse. He wasn’t accustomed to paying through GPay. Just then, his old housemaid, Lakshmi, appeared and greeted him, "Sir, how are you and Amma?" Rao smiled and replied, "We’re fine, how about you?" Lakshmi said, "I’m so happy to see you here! I couldn’t come to your house to give back the 160 rupees Amma had given me for the Erode towels she brought me a few days ago. At that time, I didn’t have the money. Amma told me not to worry about it and said to take it when I could. Since I saw you here, I wanted to hand it over." Rao was taken aback. He remembered how his wife, Padma, had given the towels to Lakshmi as a gift, never expecting money in return. Lakshmi had worked in their house for many years, but when Rao and Padma moved to their new apartment, Lakshmi couldn’t continue working for them due to the distance. Rao realized how kind life had been, sending Lakshmi to return the 160 rupees that had been due to Padma for the towels. He thanked Lakshmi, took the money, and also got her mobile number. When Rao got home, he explained to Padma that he had forgotten his wallet. "This is the first time you’ve forgotten, dear. It happens sometimes," Padma said, understandingly. The next day, Lakshmi was surprised when she received a call from her old boss. Rao had returned the 160 rupees, fulfilling the unspoken promise between them. Lakshmi didn’t know the full story of how Rao had forgotten his wallet, but the act of kindness showed the true nature of people when they give from the heart. K.Ragavan 18-2-25 Moral: Small acts of kindness, when passed on, can come full circle, proving the goodness in people.

Tribute 857.

Tribute to People Who Visited the Kumbh Mela Dip (857) Today, I pay tribute to the crores of people from all over India and around the world who visited the Kumbh Mela Vaibhav, a once-in-a-lifetime event that happens every 144 years in the sacred land of Bharat, where Sanatan Dharma continues to flourish. In addition to the 1.4 billion Indians, citizens from the Western world also visited, immersing themselves in the holy dip at the Sangam. The experience was not only amazing but also a powerful reminder of the deep faith people have in Sanatan Dharma. The Uttar Pradesh government, under the leadership of Chief Minister Yogi Adityanath and his team, made extraordinary arrangements, ensuring the smooth flow of such a massive gathering. With an estimated 6-8 crore visitors expected before the conclusion of the Vaibhav, this event clearly reflects the people’s strong sentiments of faith and harmony. Such a grand occasion, happening once in 144 years, deserves admiration rather than criticism. It is a testament to the power of faith, the strength of our cultural heritage, and the unity of people. I deeply admire those who visited this historic event and extend my gratitude to Chief Minister Yogi Adityanath and his team for their exceptional leadership and efforts. Jai Bharat! K.Ragavan 17-2-25 Until We Meet Again Next Week

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Small Story 159 :"A Marriage Encounter Ramesh was eagerly waiting for a message from his friend Suresh to confirm their planned tour to Theni, Kumuli, and Periyakulam during the upcoming two-day weekly holiday. Ramesh and Suresh had been good friends for three years, working together in the same Cooperative Bank. Suresh's wife, Nandhini, and Ramesh's wife, Chandini, were also close friends. The couples had been happily married for two years and lived in the peaceful town of Dindigul, which was surrounded by picturesque villages and beautiful places to visit. Both friends’ parents lived in Chennai and often visited them. One day, Suresh called Ramesh and apologized, saying, “Sorry Ramesh, my parents are coming tomorrow for our relative’s marriage in Vedasendur.” Ramesh replied, “No problem, I’ll postpone the trip to another holiday.” Later that evening, Ramesh and Suresh met for their usual walk near St. Joseph Hospital. Ramesh smiled and said, “At least I’ll get to meet your parents.” Suresh nodded, replying, “Yes, I’m inviting you for tea on Sunday. My parents will attend the marriage on Friday, and on Saturday they’ll visit Palani for darshan. On Sunday evening, we’ll meet at my house.” The weekend came, and Ramesh and his family enjoyed a lovely evening with Suresh’s parents. Suresh’s wife had prepared delicious snacks, sweets, and marriage treats, making it a sweet and memorable evening. After spending an hour together, they all parted ways. The next day, Suresh called Ramesh with exciting news. “I just received a message from sMultinational Bank. They’ve selected me as a Probationary Officer at their head office in Bengaluru I had applied a year ago, and my parents were praying to our family deity. Yesterday, they visited the temple for darshan, and today, I got the message!” Ramesh was overjoyed. “That’s wonderful news! Though I’ll miss you, I know your career is important,” he said, feeling happy for his friend. Suresh's parents had great faith in their family deity, and their prayers had been answered. After spending a few more days in Dindigul, Suresh’s parents left to return to Chennai, leaving the town with happy hearts. They had come for one purpose, but fate had led them to another blessing. Ramesh whispered to Suresh, “Nothing is in our hands, my friend.” The following day, Suresh’s parents departed for Chennai. K.Ragavan 17-2-25

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Small Story 158:The Forty-Five Minute Secret Shankar was waiting for his friend Murali at Beach Station. After more than half an hour with no communication from Murali, Shankar grew worried. He tried calling Murali’s phone, but it was switched off. He was concerned because Murali was supposed to be coming from his office in Second Line Beach. Every day, they traveled together to Tambaram, where they both lived. They had been close friends since school, but now Shankar couldn’t understand what was happening. Though they worked at different private companies, they always traveled together in the morning and evening. Just then, Shankar received a call from Murali’s father, Rangan. “Hey, Shankar, Murali's phone is switched off. Do you know what happened to him?” Shankar replied, “I’m also wondering what’s going on, but don’t worry, sir. He’ll come. I’ll wait and see.” As Shankar was talking, a lady approached him. “Hello, I’m Radhika. I’ve seen you and your friend traveling together daily. While coming, I saw your friend going with a lady into a nearby hotel. I thought I should inform you.” Shankar was shocked. Murali had never mentioned having an affair. Why hadn’t he said anything? He was puzzled, trying to make sense of it. Just then, Murali called. “Hey, sorry I’m late! I’ll be there in five minutes. I’ll explain why I’m late when I see you. I also told my dad.” Shankar breathed a sigh of relief. The mystery of the last 45 minutes was solved. Murali arrived, and both of them boarded the first-class compartment, as they had quarterly season tickets from Tambaram to Beach. Murali whispered to Shankar, “I need to tell you a secret, but please keep it between us until I clear things up.” Murali then shared his story: “While I was on my way, I met my dad's good friend Desikan’s daughter, Kanaka. She invited me to join her for coffee at Krishna Bhavan. She told me that my dad had helped her when she was in college, paying her fees since her father worked as an attendant at a school. Kanaka excelled in her studies, earning a distinction in Computer Science, and was selected by Google. She’s going to the US next month. To show her gratitude, she gave me a cheque for two lakhs, which my dad had helped her with years ago. I was stunned. My dad never expected anything in return for helping her. That’s why I was delayed.” Shankar was taken aback. He was impressed by how Murali’s dad had helped someone selflessly, without expecting anything in return. Kanaka’s gesture of returning the money was also remarkable, especially considering her success with Google. The next day, Shankar visited Murali’s father, Rangan, and convinced him to accept the cheque. He suggested, “Since you never expected this money back, you could use it to help deserving students who really need financial support.” Rangan agreed with the suggestion, and he took the cheque from Shankar. Murali whispered to Shankar, “Buddy, your suggestion is amazing.” After enjoying some sweets and snacks, Shankar headed home, feeling content about the good deed that had been done. K.Ragavan 16-2-25

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Small Story 157 The Silent Goodbye" Panchapakesan and his wife, Parvathy, visited Bengaluru after a long time to spend a few days with their dear old friend, Kittu. Their time together was filled with laughter, stories, and cherished memories as Kittu and his wife, Visalam, warmly welcomed them into their home. They were also joined by friends like Sekhar, a kind-hearted retired manager, who always helped others and shared his wisdom about life. Yet, amidst these pleasant days spent together, there was an unspoken truth: Kittu had been silently battling throat cancer for six years. He never shared his illness with his friends or even his daughter, Vasanthy, preferring instead to show nothing but warmth and joy. After Panchapakesan and Parvathy left, Kittu’s health took a sudden downturn. When Panchapakesan tried to reach out, he was struck by the news of Kittu's passing in a newspaper obituary. His heart sank as he realized the quiet strength his friend had shown, never allowing his illness to interfere with the love and warmth he gave to others. The story captures the hidden battles people face and the silent strength that often goes unnoticed. It highlights the enduring power of friendship, where love and memories remain, even when words are left unsaid. Panchapakesan and Parvathy could not hold back their tears. Parvathy whispered, "I miss my good brother." K.Ragavan 15-2-25

Letter.

Letter Published in The National UAE on 14 Feb 25 A change of government in Delhi With regard to the report Arvind Kejriwal loses seat as BJP defeats Aam Aadmi Party in Delhi election (February 8): This piece laid out some of the reasons for the defeat of Arvind Kejriwal and the Aam Aadmi Party in Delhi's recent elections, ending a decade-long term in the capital. Several factors contributed to Mr Kejriwal's defeat, including his frequent criticism of the prime minister, overconfidence, alleged corrupt practices, and disregard for legal processes, especially when he was summoned to court. The people of Delhi have delivered a strong verdict, signalling their dissatisfaction. Now, with the Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) taking control of the Delhi Assembly after 27 years, it is their time to prove their capabilities. Delhi’s voters are not easily deceived; they may have been misled in the past, but they will no longer tolerate empty promises. The BJP must deliver on their promises of personal and infrastructure development, especially the air quality, that the people critically need. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 156.

Small Story 156 The Unseen Connection* It was 7:30 PM, and Chander raised the question that had been on everyone's mind—*Why hasn’t Rakesh come to the party yet?* Muthu shrugged, answering, *He probably forgot about it today.* Normally, whenever there was a party or a function, Rakesh, Muthu, and Chander would always attend together. But tonight, Rakesh was missing. Just as the conversation continued, Rakesh called. *Hey buddies, I totally forgot—it’s my dad’s birthday today! I need to go to the children’s home and distribute sweets. I’ll be late. Go ahead and enjoy without me.* Muthu, feeling a little disappointed, thought to himself, *Why did they schedule the party today?* Chander, equally unsure, replied, *We’ve already reserved our table. There’s nothing we can do now.* Both reluctantly sat at their reserved seats at a famous restaurant. The waiter arrived and took their orders. Suddenly, a voice interrupted. *Can I sit here?* A young woman in her mid-20s had approached their table. Chander looked at her, smiled, and said, *Sure, no problem. Our friend couldn't make it, so you're welcome to join us.* The woman introduced herself as Roshini, a tourist visiting India on holiday to see her parents in Davangere. She was leaving for the US the next morning and was staying at the Taj Residency. Muthu and Chander, both bachelors, were charmed by her. As they chatted about Bollywood films, politics, and the latest city developments, the two men found themselves thoroughly enjoying her company. Her insights and engaging conversations thrilled them. *If Rakesh were here, he would have really enjoyed this,* Chander thought. When the bill came, Muthu insisted on paying, despite Roshini offering to cover it with her card. Afterward, they exchanged phone numbers and email addresses. The next day, Rakesh met with Muthu and Chander. He narrated the story of his absence. *Every year, on my dad’s birthday, I go to the children’s home to distribute sweets in his memory. For the past five years, I’ve kept up this tradition. Before he passed away, my dad, Panchapakesan, would do the same, despite his struggle to educate me on a meager salary from his job in a private company. I continue this tradition now, with gratitude, as I remember how much he sacrificed for me.* Both Chander and Muthu applauded Rakesh’s continued dedication to his father’s legacy. A few days later, both Chander and Muthu received an email from Roshini, inviting them to attend her graduation ceremony in Chicago. She requested their passport details and mentioned that she would be sending them the flight tickets. Rakesh, hearing the news, was amazed. *A lady we met at a dinner, who lives halfway across the world, is inviting us to her graduation ceremony and sending us tickets? That’s a rare kind of friendship.* Rakesh was happy for his friends, even though he had not been there to enjoy the evening with them. And so, on that party day, despite the unplanned twists and turns, the three friends parted ways, each with a sense of happiness and fulfillment—each one continuing their own unique journey, and their bonds growing stronger. K.Ragavan 14-2-25

Small Story 155.

Small Story 155. The Unlikely Reunion Edward, after two years of solitude following his wife's passing, set off for Germany at the urging of his son, David. The long flight led to an unexpected reunion with Sophia, a former colleague from his pharmaceutical days. Like Edward, Sophia had also lost her husband, and their shared grief brought them closer together as they reminisced about old times. Neither of them imagined that their paths would cross again under such circumstances. In Germany, Edward found solace in the warmth of his son’s family, bonding with Sophia, her daughter Swapna, and sharing their love for food despite their differing faiths. While both Edward and Sophia continued to cherish the memories of their late spouses, their connection grew stronger over time. David, seeing the bond between them, even suggested that Edward consider a future with Sophia. However, both remained steadfast in their love for their late partners, finding peace in their shared memories. When Edward returned to Mumbai, he felt content, knowing that love is not measured by proximity, but by the cherished memories shared. The next day, as he enjoyed the dishes made by his sister-in-law Ambujam friend Ram's wife, he realized that more happiness was bound to come, especially when you take time to reminisce about the past. In Edward’s case, this was truly a reminder that sometimes, simply remembering is the key to healing. K.Ragavan 13-2-25

Small Story 154

Small Story 154. A Genuine Gesture Seshan arrived at his friend Nathan's home, having traveled from his native place in Shimoga. Nathan, excited to see him, greeted him warmly. "I'm so happy you came all the way from Shimoga! How could I miss this opportunity? My friend is going to celebrate his Sadabheshagam soon, and I wanted to spend some time with you before that," said Seshan"My wife and son will join us on the day of the function." Shanthy, Nathan’s daughter, who had recently returned from the US for her father's birthday, greeted Seshan and offered him tea. "Uncle, please have some tea," she said with a smile. Seshan took a sip and whispered, "The tea is nice." From the pooja room, Pankajam, Nathan’s wife, came out and warmly welcomed Seshan. "Welcome, Anna. I hope all is well with you." Seshan replied, "Yes, everything is fine." Nathan led Seshan to the guest room upstairs. Both of them settled down and began reminiscing about their college days and the years they spent working together. Seshan was three years younger than Nathan. He had a son who worked in Shimoga, and his wife Vidya was a retired school teacher. Nathan, on the other hand, had only one daughter, Shanthy, who was married and settled in the US. Seshan and Nathan discussed old friends, and Nathan shared some news. "Yesterday, I received a call from Mallika asking me to send ten thousand rupees for her son's medical expenses. I sent it via GPay." Seshan nodded and asked, "How is she?" Nathan explained, "Mallika lives in Arakonam with her son after losing her dad Her son works as a supervisor in a factory, but two weeks ago, he had a stroke. Mallika has suffered a lot after her dad passed away from cancer. She had to sell her property to clear medical dues and now lives with her son." Mallika, who was the daughter of Ramesh, a classmate of Nathan and Seshan, had endured much hardship. Her father, Ramesh, had been suffering from cancer for ten years, and despite spending nearly 60 lakhs on his treatment, he passed away. Mallika, at the age of 50, earned some income through her writing skills and managed to get by with her son, despite their financial struggles. Nathan and Seshan had always supported Mallika, even though they never shared this with their families. They had helped her with more than five to eight lakhs over the years. "We promised Mallika not to let her feel shy or hesitant," Seshan said. "She should treat us like brothers." Shanthy overheard the conversation between her dad and Seshan. Wanting to do something for Rithik, Mallika's son, Shanthy spoke to her husband, the CEO of a leading pharmaceutical company. Using her influence, she made sure that Rithik was selected as a Program Coordinator at a pharma company in New Jersey. On the day of the Sadabheshagam, Seshan's family, Nathan's family, and Mallika’s family gathered at the grand hall of Raghavendra Kalyanamantap. Everyone was enjoying the celebration, reminiscing about the old memories. No one knew the secret of how Rithik had received the job offer in the US. Only Shanthy knew the truth, but she chose not to reveal it. Just like her father had kept their support for Mallika a secret, Shanthy chose to keep her gesture quiet. Good gestures, she knew, didn’t need to be showcased. They spoke volumes about the people who performed them. In this silent yet meaningful act, Shanthy proved she was indeed the daughter of Nathan. K. Ragavan 12-2-25 ---

Small Story 153.

Small Story 153. "The Gift of Giving" Athmanatha Rao, a retired professor, lives with his only son Kishore in an independent house. His wife, Janaki, a retired bank manager, shares his love for travel. Together, they explore both domestic and international destinations, their shared passion for discovery uniting them. Kishore, a private practitioner, has established his practice in Jayanagar. His wife, Shreya, is an architect and engineer. With blessings from Guru Raja, the family enjoys a good life—peaceful surroundings, wonderful neighbors, and a talented cook, Nambi, who whips up delicious dishes, sweets, and chaat items. At 70, Athmanatha Rao is smart, active, and an avid reader, while his wife Janaki, at 65, shares the same passion. Both are gracious and enterprising, deeply satisfied with their lives, though they both long for a grandson. Kishore and Shreya, deeply in love and understanding, have a perfect relationship, but the one thing missing is the fulfillment of their desire for children. While they may sometimes question the reasons for their longing going unanswered, they continue to live happily, surrounded by friends and family. Periodically, they host gatherings at their home, enjoying Nambi’s treats, and celebrating life’s simple pleasures. One morning, while Athmanatha Rao and Janaki were reminiscing about the past, the phone rang. “Hello, Athma here. Who’s this?” “Hey, it’s Ramesh Rao from Udupi. You remember me?” “Of course, I do! How could I forget you, buddy?” “Well, I’m in Bengaluru now, staying at Pai Vihar. Why don’t you come over for lunch?” After a brief exchange, Athmanatha Rao invited Ramesh and his wife Padma over. An hour later, Ramesh and Padma arrived, and the two old friends joyfully caught up on lost time. Janaki was thrilled to meet Padma, and the two women reminisced about the old days they had shared together. After their reunion, both couples spent hours reflecting on the past eight years. Ramesh Rao shared his family’s journey since he had left for Sydney to stay with his daughter and later visited his son in the US. His son, too, did not have children. After his return to Udupi, he and his wife made a decision that changed their lives: They adopted a boy, Krishna, from a good home. Krishna, now 7 years old, was thriving, studying well, and living by the same principles that had shaped Ramesh and his family’s lives in the US, along with his son Aithal. Ramesh whispered to Athmanatha Rao, “Sometimes, I too wondered why God didn’t bless us with children, but I’ve come to understand. Sometimes, God has a different plan. It’s not just about our own children, but about taking care of those who need it most—children who are abandoned due to accidents or illness. Krishna is now a true blessing—he speaks our mother tongue fluently, and he’s even learned three other languages. We’ve dedicated our lives to ensuring his future and the future of other deserving children. The home in Udupi, run by Krishnappa, is still going strong. It’s all about giving these children the chance they deserve.” Athmanatha Rao nodded thoughtfully and whispered, “Yes, God’s ways are mysterious, but always for the good.” The following day, Athmanatha Rao’s family—along with Kishore and Shreya—traveled to Udupi with Ramesh Rao to meet Krishna. Janaki, reflecting on the visit, whispered, “God is great. Everything He does is for the greater good—both for us and for society.” Ramesh Rao’s visit had a profound effect on the family. Inspired by the story of Krishna, Athmanatha Rao and his family decided to adopt a child in need. They named him Raghavendra, after the divine energy that guided them. The adoption brought the family immense joy, and they realized that the love they had for a grandchild could now be shared with a child in need. The family’s decision to adopt changed their lives in ways they hadn’t anticipated. In the end, they learned that everything happens for a reason, and sometimes the reasons are greater than we can imagine. K.Ragavan 11-2-25

Condemned one.

Recent content created by Ranvir Allarbhadia on YouTube has sparked significant opposition, creating a dramatic development on the platform. This controversy should prompt YouTube to take a closer look at the type of content being shared. While comedy should be appreciated, it is essential that it does not cross the line into abuse or harm, especially when it has the potential to influence viewers negatively. Despite Allarbhadia apologizing for his actions, such behavior remains unacceptable. This issue should be addressed and punished accordingly, as it serves as an important reminder to others who might consider creating similar content. K Ragavan 10-2-25

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Small Story 152 . The Birthday Miracle. Seenu received an unexpected call from Aunt Bhagyam, his late father's only sister, who lived in Tirunelveli. It had been a long time since they had spoken. "Seenu, how are you? Have you forgotten me?" she asked warmly. "No, Athai, it's just that with my heavy work schedule and frequent office tours, I couldn’t call," Seenu replied. She shared that she was about to celebrate her 70th birthday and invited him to join the celebration. "I want to talk to you about something important. You must come on the 15th; my birthday is on the 16th. We will visit our deity at Alwarthirunagari." Seenu nodded and promised, "I’ll be there, Athai." Seenu, a 30-year-old coordinator for a multinational IT firm, frequently traveled to the Middle East and South Asia. He had lost his father a few years ago and lived with his mother, Ambujam, in a posh area of Chennai. Seenu had once been in a relationship with his college classmate, Mythrey. They had even planned to marry after settling down. But fate had different plans. Mythrey was killed in a tragic van accident during a work trip, and her parents also moved away from Tirunelveli. Since then, Seenu had refused many marriage proposals, as he could not forget Mythrey. On the evening of the 14th, Seenu booked train tickets to Tirunelveli, and he and his mother set off the following morning. They arrived at Aunt Bhagyam’s house, an old independent home near a temple. Aunt Bhagyam, a kind-hearted woman, didn’t have children. Seenu’s late uncle had been a prominent lawyer. After a delicious breakfast, they spent the day reminiscing and enjoying each other's company. The next day, they took a taxi to Alwarthirunagari to visit the family deity. After a fulfilling darshan, Aunt Bhagyam suggested they have lunch at a nearby hotel. While eating, she asked, “Seenu, when will you marry? I don't have anyone here with me. I want you both to settle here and look after my property.” Seenu politely declined. "Thank you, Athai, but I have my job. You’re always welcome to come and stay with us in Chennai." Just then, a lady entered the restaurant, her face covered. She sat next to them. Aunt Bhagyam greeted her warmly, "What’s your name? Did you visit the temple?" The woman smiled, “Yes, aunty, my name is Shobha." "Why do you cover your face?" Aunt Bhagyam asked. "I met with an accident. My face was severely injured, but I survived. My parents couldn’t come with me, so I traveled alone from Chennai," Shobha explained. As the conversation continued, Seenu's attention was caught. There was something familiar about her voice. "I think I’ve heard that voice before," he said, almost to himself. “No, it’s not possible,” Shobha replied, shaking her head. But Seenu insisted, “No, I’m sure it’s you. Can I see your face?” Shobha hesitated before removing her covering. Her face was scarred from the accident. Seenu smiled softly and said, “You may have changed your name, but I can never forget Mythrey’s voice.” Tears welled up in Shobha’s eyes as she said, "I saw you, Seenu. I didn’t want to see you because of my face. I’ve avoided you for five years. I live in your street in Chennai. I’ve seen you pass by, but I couldn’t face you." Seenu gently replied, “Mythrey, I was supposed to marry you after college. If this accident had happened after our marriage, I would’ve stayed by your side. But fate took its course. I am blessed to see you again.” Aunt Bhagyam, now understanding why Seenu had avoided marriage, looked at Seenu and Mythrey with understanding. She realized that they were meant to be together. After that moment of reunion, Seenu and Mythrey's wedding was celebrated in Chennai, with Aunt Bhagyam also moving in with them. Every year, they would visit their family deity together at Alwarthirunagari, keeping the bond strong. Thus, the birthday miracle not only reunited Seenu with his love but also brought a new chapter of happiness to their lives K.Ragavan 10-2-25.

Tribute to Cinematographer V.K.Murththy.856

Tribute to Cinematographer V.K. Murthy 856. Today, I am honored to pen a tribute to a legendary figure in cinematography in the Bollywood film industry, a man whose name is synonymous with cinematic brilliance—Cinematographer V.K. Murthy. He was closely associated with the late stalwart Guru Dutt’s films, working on nearly all of them, and his contributions are immortalized in the history of Indian cinema. V.K. Murthy was honored with the prestigious Dadasaheb Phalke Award by the Government of India for his remarkable and excellent work in cinematography. He was responsible for shooting the first Cinemascope film in India, Kagaz Ke Phool (1959), a groundbreaking achievement that redefined visual storytelling. Some of his other remarkable and memorable films include Baazi, Ziddi, Chaudhvin Ka Chand, Jaal, and Love in Tokyo. His work in these films continues to be admired for its beauty and innovation. He also received the Lifetime Achievement Award at the Holland Film Festival in 2005, acknowledging his lasting impact on the global film industry. V.K. Murthy’s cinematography in Sahib Bibi Aur Ghulam and Kagaz Ke Phool earned him Filmfare Awards, solidifying his place among the greats of Indian cinema. His unique style and innovative approach to cinematography, which spanned five decades, created a new benchmark for future generations. Beyond Bollywood, V.K. Murthy also worked in Kannada cinema, contributing to the success of Hoova Hannu, and he was associated with renowned filmmaker Shyam Benegal’s iconic mega serial Bharat Ek Khoj, further demonstrating his versatility and commitment to the craft. V.K. Murthy’s work continues to inspire cinematographers and filmmakers to this day. He is not just a role model for aspiring cinematographers but also an institution in himself, having created a legacy that will last forever. His dedication, skill, and vision have shaped the world of Indian cinematography.Incidently he hails from the famous place Mysore. Today, I am immensely proud to write about this legendary personality whose contribution to cinema is invaluable. K. Ragavan 10-2-25 Until We Meet Again Next Week

Small Story 151.

Small Story 151. A Change of Heart Subbaraman and Kothandaraman, both working in the same office, were quite different in nature. Subbaraman was a man of trust, believing in everyone he met. On the other hand, Kothandaraman was a skeptic who questioned everything and only believed after deep analysis. Despite their differences, they shared one thing in common: their fondness for chatting during their afternoon lunch breaks. Their office had provided them a small private room to enjoy their lunch hour, a gesture of appreciation for their senior positions. As usual, on one particular day, their conversation took an interesting turn. Kothandaraman started the chat with a concern about his daughter, Nandhini, who had received an offer from a British company. “I’m not sure about it,” he said. “The economic policies and racism issues bother me.” Subbaraman, ever optimistic, reassured him. “Don’t worry. If she’s got a good offer, she should take it. My nephew has been in London for ten years and is doing well.” Their conversation shifted to real estate as Kothandaraman mentioned the idea of buying a site in the prime location of Bhanashankari. Subbaraman expressed his concerns about the authenticity of the site’s documents, with scams frequently making the news. "I’m happy with my rented apartment in JPNagar," he said, expressing his cautious nature. As the lunch break ended, Kothandaraman and Subbaraman parted ways. Kothandaraman mentioned he would be visiting an old friend in a different direction. Subbaraman, already in his car, drove away while Kothandaraman took an auto home. When Kothandaraman arrived, his wife, Shobha, greeted him with a cup of his favorite coffee. “Thank you, dear. Where is Nandhini?” he asked. “She’s gone to see a friend,” Shobha replied. Later that evening, Nandhini returned with her friend, Hari. She introduced him as her colleague, who had also received an offer from the British firm. “I’ve decided to join too,” she said. Kothandaraman’s suspicions flared. He thought the two might marry and move to London, but Hari quickly reassured him. “Sir, I come from a respectable family. I’m married, and my wife will join me. Nandhini is not just my good friend; she’s like my sister. We plan to stay together and live according to our traditions. My father is a Purohit, and we are attached to a temple near Jayanagar, where your friend Subbaraman lives.” Kothandaraman, initially skeptical, now began to see things differently. Hari’s words about family, tradition, and respect made him realize that his constant suspicion of others wasn’t always correct. Not everyone takes advantage of others; most people, in fact, are genuine and respectful. “Okay, Hari,” Kothandaraman said with a smile. “Since you’re close to Subbaraman, who is a good friend of mine, I endorse your decision to stay with Nandhini. I trust you.” Hari was grateful. “Thank you, sir. You are a good person. I’m glad you realized that judging people too harshly can sometimes be a mistake.” As Hari left, Kothandaraman turned to his wife, Shobha, who smiled and said, “You are a good man. I’m proud of you.” And in that moment, Kothandaraman understood that the true nature of a good human being lies in understanding others and changing one’s perspective when needed. K.Ragavan 9-2-25

Kudos to BJP .

An incredible victory for the BJP in Delhi. This result proves that the people cannot be fooled and are wise in selecting their administrators. This time, the people of Delhi made the right choice, prioritizing both individual and state development. It serves as a great lesson for political parties, reminding them of the dangers of overconfidence. We can now look forward to a brighter future for Delhi. Despite AAP's strategies, the people of Delhi have delivered the right verdict, placing their trust in Narendra Modi and his government. The successful "double-engine" administration model has worked well in several states, and this victory reaffirms its effectiveness. After 27 years, BJP's return to power in Delhi is truly admirable. Kudos to Modiji and his team for delivering on the people's expectations and ensuring better governance. With warm regards, K. Ragavan 8-2-25 https://www.narendramodi.in/network/userpost-task/67a71eee17ebb643fc253780 via MyNt

Small Story 150.The 150th Picture.

SmallStory 150. The 150th Picture** Ram was watching TV when his phone rang. It was a call from the famous producer, Lingaraju. "Hello, Ram! How are you?" Lingaraju asked. "I'm doing well, Mr. Lingaraju. All are fine at home," Ram replied. "That's good. How’s your family?" Lingaraju inquired. "Everyone's fine," Ram nodded, "What’s going on?" "I’m planning to produce a film with Rakesh Kumar as the lead, and I want a family-oriented subject for his 150th movie. I’ve worked with a lot of commercial scripts, and I want something different this time. You’re well-known for your family scripts, and I’ve seen you win many state and national awards for your work. I recently read your book and was impressed by a story, especially the ending—it was unusual but impactful. I think that could be adapted for the film." "You mean the hero settles with the heroine but without her?" Ram asked. "Yes, exactly! My wife loved it too. Could you expand it into a full film? I think it’ll be a hit. We’ll need strong characters and enough material for a two-hour movie," Lingaraju continued. Ram smiled. "I can develop the story and include songs, 12 to 15 minutes of music. I’m confident this will be a hit for both Rakesh Kumar and your company." "Great! Thank you for agreeing. Please come to my house tomorrow at 12 PM. We’ll discuss the other roles and have lunch. Rakesh Kumar will also be there. My personal chef, Udupi, will prepare your favorite dishes." "Thank you, I’ll be there," Ram responded. As Lingaraju hung up, Vasanthi entered the room. "Congratulations, dear Ram! You're an inspiring author and writer for films," she said with pride. "Thank you for the compliment, Vasanthi," Ram smiled. Later, Ram received a call from his daughter, Chandhini, who was studying in Germany. "Hey, Dad! I saw the news on WhatsApp! Congratulations on writing the story for Rakesh Kumar's 150th film!" she exclaimed. "Thank you, my dear. It’s just the beginning," Ram said with joy. Ram, an automobile engineer by profession, had always harbored a passion for writing. Over the years, he had written 100 books, many of them focused on family-oriented themes, bonding, and faith. His stories had earned him respect in the film industry, and he had written scripts for 10 successful movies. The next day, Ram arrived at Lingaraju's house, where Rakesh Kumar was already waiting. They discussed the project for three hours, covering every detail. Lingaraju pressed Ram to accept an advance cheque, but Ram was hesitant. "I don’t need it right now. I’m just happy to be a part of this project," Ram replied. Lingaraju, known for his reputation and punctual payments, insisted, but Ram respectfully declined. Fifteen days later, Ram handed over the complete story and dialogues. The film went into production and was released two months later. It became a massive success, running for 100 days in theaters. The movie went on to win state and national awards, including accolades for its heartwarming, violence-free family drama. At the award ceremony, Ram thanked producer Lingaraju for believing in his concept and for trusting him with such an important project. He also acknowledged the versatility of Rakesh Kumar, who had brought the character to life. "I strongly believe in the power of meaningful dialogue and storytelling. This success is a result of the director's vision, smart editing, great visual effects, and powerful songs," Ram said with gratitude. The movie not only became a milestone in Rakesh Kumar’s career but also marked a turning point in Ram's journey as a storyteller. K.Ragavan 8-2-25

Letter.

Letter Published in The National UAE on 7Feb25, Efforts towards solving the Palestinian issue and ensuring long-term peace have being continually derailed by political tensions and violence. However, both Mr Trump and Mr Netanyahu appear to be intent on making a genuine attempt to restore security in the region. Whether this new plan could lead to a lasting peace or further complicate an already volatile situation is yet to be seen. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 149.

Small Story 149. Six Years of Friendship and Blessings Krishnan, a retired man, visited the park at 5 P.M. to meet his two long-time friends, Mani and Ramu, for their daily walk and post-walk discussions. It was part of their routine for the past five years. Krishnan, Mani, and Ramu, all of the same age, shared a unique coincidence: each had a son, and they had been good friends since retirement. When Krishnan arrived, Mani greeted him, saying that Ramu wouldn't be joining them today. "He met me in the morning and told me," Mani explained. Mani and Ramu lived in the same apartment complex, while Krishnan lived in an independent house nearby. Mani handed Krishnan a small pocket and explained, "A relative of mine, traveling to Udupi via Bengaluru, met me and gave this Halwa and Banana chips." Krishnan thanked him and asked about the origin of the snacks. Mani shared that the Halwa was from Tirunelveli, and the Banana chips came from Coimbatore, both items made with love and care—Halwa from Tirunelveli and the Banana chips fried in coconut oil from Coimbatore. "I like both these treats, as does my wife Malavika and my son Ashwin," Krishnan added. After an hour of walking and chatting, they parted ways. Krishnan reached home, and Malavika noticed the pocket. "Who gave this, dear?" she asked. Krishnan told her it was from Mani, explaining where it came from. Later that evening, as they were watching TV, Ramu called Krishnan with some exciting news. "Krishnan, I have good news! My son Aravind has been selected as the Regional Manager for a leading pharmaceutical company in Ahmedabad. He's moving up from District Manager with great emoluments! I wanted to share this joy with you and bring your favorite Halwa," Ramu said. Krishnan responded with gratitude, "Thank you, Ramu. There's no need to rush with the Halwa. Mani already gave me some today, and I shared our evening meeting." After the call, Malavika remarked on the depth of Krishnan's friendships. "You have two good friends who are like-minded, and your food habits align too." Krishnan smiled. "Yes, dear, I am blessed to have these two friends ever since I retired. Friendship doesn’t always require decades—it could take just a few years or even hours to find a true friend. I don’t expect anything from them, and neither do they from me. This is a blessing I cherish every day in front of our deity." Later that evening, Ashwin, Krishnan's son, returned home with exciting news. "Hi, Dad! My company is sending me to Germany for three months for training," he announced. "I also brought your Halwa," he added, handing Krishnan the treat. Malavika nodded, smiling. "I was just telling your father how he never expects anything and how you brought such good news. By the way, Ramu Uncle's son got a great job too!" The next day, Krishnan met with Mani and Ramu in the park once again. Mani brought a pocket with Mysore Pak for both of them. "My son Vinay got a promotion at his office," Mani shared. "By the way, Krishnan, it’s been six years since we started our friendship, and we never ask for anything from each other. We are blessed with happiness." Krishnan nodded in agreement. "Yes, we are indeed God's blessed children at this age." After their walk, they parted ways, each grateful for the friendship that had enriched their lives over the years. K.Ragavan. 7-2-25

Small Story 148.

Small Story 148. The Manthralaya Blessing After finishing his shift at the restaurant, Cook Madhava Rao stepped outside, his mind heavy with thoughts of Manthralaya. For over eleven years, he had journeyed there with his wife Padma, offering his devotion to the great saint, Gururaja. However, his limited salary and Padma’s medical expenses made it difficult to save even the minimum amount needed for the trip, which was 5,000 rupees annually. Madhava Rao’s monthly income of 22,000 rupees just covered rent and necessary expenses. His wife Padma, a devoted partner, supported him through it all. Their daughter, Soumya, had married and moved to Tirupati with her husband, who worked as a school teacher. Soumya often sent money to her father, admiring his simplicity and the sacrifices he had made, including helping her graduate with great difficulty. One day, Padma received a phone call from Soumya. “Amma, how are you?” Soumya asked. “Appa has come back, and I have good news! Vivek has been promoted with a 750-rupee raise starting next month.” Padma was overjoyed at the news, feeling the blessing of Gururaja in her heart. “Tell Appa,” she said, excitedly. When Madhava Rao heard the news, his heart swelled with gratitude. “Guru Raja, I was thinking of visiting you in the morning, and now you’ve given me this blessing,” he said, wiping away a tear. His happiness was immeasurable. The next day, as Madhava Rao was preparing to leave for the restaurant, a knock came at the door. He opened it to find a young man standing there. “Namaskara, Uncle,” the young man said. “I’m Guru. Do you remember me? Six years ago, you cooked for us in our house in Jayanagar, T Block. After we moved to the US, we lost touch. I’m on holiday now and got your address from my friend Ramu. He visits your restaurant every day and is a big fan of your dosai. He told me about you, and I immediately thought of visiting you. He also asked me to invite you to his house for the Gururaja Aradhanai next month.” Madhava Rao smiled as he remembered the young boy, who had now grown into a handsome young man. Padma brought coffee, and Guru accepted it warmly. Before leaving, Guru handed Madhava Rao a large pocket with his contact details. When Padma opened the pocket, she was astonished to find six apples, a large sweet box from Anand Sweets, and a cover with an envelope inside. Madhava Rao opened the envelope in front of Gururaja’s picture and was stunned to find 10,000 rupees. “Guru Raja,” he whispered, “this morning I was thinking of coming to you at Manthralaya, and now you’ve given me two blessings.” Overcome with emotion, he decided to visit Manthralaya on Thursday, staying for a day. Both he and Padma were overjoyed, knowing that faith in any form is always rewarded by the divine. On Wednesday morning, they left for Manthralaya by train, grateful for the unexpected blessings and their deepened faith in Gururaja. K.Ragavan 5- K.Ragavan 6-2-25

Small story 147.

Small Story 147 A Journey with Understanding Shekar checked his name in the reservation compartment and settled into his seat. With the train about to start in 20 minutes, he had arrived early at the station. It had been three years since his last visit to Vijayawada, and he was excited to return after his transfer to Chennai. As a bank manager, he had grown used to moving every few years. He had set up a home in Chennai but had not brought his children with him, as they were focused on their studies. His wife, Ragini, was accompanying him, while their children—Ramesh and Vandhana—were in college. During his absence, Ragini's parents, Ramaseshan and Mathuram, stayed upstairs in their spacious house to look after the children. Suddenly, the train’s announcement echoed, signalling that it would depart soon. A senior man came and sat in the seat opposite Shekar. He introduced himself as Vaidyanathan, saying he was headed to Vijayawada to attend his friend's daughter's wedding and worked for the Customs department. Shekar introduced himself in return, and they began chatting. The conversation turned to books, and Shekar was surprised to learn that Vaidyanathan loved the same authors—Sujatha, Shivashankari, and R.K. Narayan, with Malgudi Days being a particular favourite. As they spoke, Vaidyanathan offered Shekar a box of sweets, and Shekar took a piece of sonpapdi. Vaidyanathan also offered his neighbour, Roshani, a sweet. She happily took a piece of Mysorepak since the box contained a variety of treats. Roshani, who worked in the telecommunications industry, explained she was also travelling to attend a friend’s cousin’s wedding in Vijayawada. The trio enjoyed discussing everything from books to the recent tax changes, finding joy in simple things. As middle-class individuals who had worked hard to get where they were, they appreciated the progress in their lives. Shekar shared, “If you look at the step-by-step growth, the happiness is immeasurable.” Vaidyanathan agreed, adding, “We’ve seen how things have evolved—from the old two-tier trains to the super-fast trains, and now the trains almost feel like flights!” Roshani nodded in agreement and reflected on how she had witnessed the evolution of technology, from ordinary Nokia mobile phones to today’s smartphones. “We value everything because we’ve worked hard for it,” Shekar said. “We’re middle class, and we enjoy life’s simple pleasures.” The conversation felt like an insightful TV debate, as they all appreciated the beauty of life’s growth. After two hours, the train arrived in Vijayawada, a vibrant business hub in Andhra Pradesh known for its fresh fruits and vegetables. As they stepped off the train, a few people came up to them and called out their names. Surprised, the trio soon realized that they had all come to attend the same wedding, despite not knowing the venue. They laughed, realizing how much they had shared during their journey without even knowing they were headed to the same place. The trio happily attended the wedding and returned on the same train the next evening. What began with sweet exchanges ended with ajoyful understanding a joyful understanding of the value of growth , attitude, and shared experiences K.Ragavan 5-2-25

Good speech.

On Tuesday, February 4th, 2025, Prime Minister Narendra Modi delivered a powerful speech in Parliament addressing several key issues. He strongly condemned the recent insult directed towards President Droupadi Murmu during her address, highlighting the importance of respecting the office of the President and the dignity of women in general. The Prime Minister also expressed his disapproval of the remarks made by opposition leader Rahul Gandhi, criticizing the attempts to undermine the integrity of the government and the nation's institutions. He took the opportunity to emphasize the progress made by the NDA government, pointing to the significant development initiatives carried out under its leadership and the vision for future growth. Modi also responded to the caste-based remarks from Rahul Gandhi, offering a thoughtful rebuttal, and stressing the need for unity and respect for all citizens, regardless of caste, in the development of the nation. The speech emphasized that respect must not only be given to the President but also to all women, highlighting the government’s commitment to dignity, progress, and social harmony. K.Ragavan 4-2-25

Small Story 146 .The Sweet Decision Janaki had always loved preparing sweets, and Badhusha was her specialty. This evening, she had prepared a batch for her nephew Chander, who was fond of it. Chander had been away for five years, ever since he moved to Australia, and Janaki was thrilled to see him again. Her only daughter, Rekha, had recently married and moved to the US, so Janaki and her husband Seshan were living alone in their apartment, though they had good neighbors. Exactly at 4:30 PM, Chander arrived. Janaki’s face lit up as she hugged him tightly, and Seshan greeted his old friend with the same warmth. After a long hug, Chander couldn't wait to taste the Badhusha. He took a bite and said, “Athai, how do you prepare it so perfectly? Yummy, yummy, so tasty!” He eagerly took two more pieces. Janaki, noticing his enthusiasm, offered him one more, but he refused. "Athai, there should be a limit to everything. Too much of sweets can lead to sugar complications," Chander remarked with a smile. Janaki was impressed by his self-control. After reminiscing about old memories, Janaki's curiosity led her to ask, "When are you going to marry? You're already 35. I’m a little worried about your age." Chander sighed, "I’m not interested in marriage, Athai. Right now, I’m working as a Coordinator for a reputed NGO, focusing on the well-being of people suffering from diabetes. I’ve seen how overconsumption of sugar can ruin lives and even cause organ failure. In this work, I met a like-minded lady, Vasanthy. Both of us are deeply committed to helping people with diabetes, but neither of us is interested in marriage." Janaki was amazed, "I applaud your decision, Chander. But why don’t you both marry? You seem to have a lot in common." Chander shook his head. "No, Athai. Our priority is to help those suffering from diabetes. Both Vasanthy and I share the same vision — we want to prevent the devastating effects of sugar consumption. While we both love sweets, especially Badhusha, we are careful and conscious about our intake." Janaki was stunned by Chander's clarity of thought at such a young age. "That’s such a noble cause, Chander," she said, nodding with admiration. Chander continued, "That’s why I don’t visit India very often. All the relatives keep asking me about marriage, but I believe that in today’s world, every gender is educated, earning, and well-settled. The real challenge is whether a couple can truly understand and respect each other. While many couples are happy, I’ve also seen many struggling. I’ve decided that, for now, my focus will remain on helping people with diabetes. If I were to marry, I wonder if my partner would support this mission as much as I do. Vasanthy and I share the same vision, and we both feel that marriage is not the right step for us at the moment." Janaki was taken aback, but she admired Chander's unwavering commitment to his cause. "Such a mature decision, Chander. It’s not easy to think this way at your age." As Chander prepared to leave, he thanked Janaki and Seshan for the warm welcome. "Your Badhusha is still the best, Athai. But I must stick to my limits. I hope you understand." "Of course, Chander," Janaki said, her heart filled with respect for his decision. "Your work is truly remarkable." Seshan nodded in agreement, adding, "Chander’s decision is laudable. While people like him and Vasanthy are working tirelessly to combat diabetes, the number of people consuming sugary foods is only increasing." Janaki, as she watched Chander leave, couldn't help but reflect on his wise words. Despite the growing awareness about diabetes, the sweet allure of sugar was hard to resist for many. But for Chander, his sweet decision was clear — his mission was bigger than any personal desire for marriage. And Janaki couldn’t help but feel proud of the young man he had become. The evening ended with the sweet fragrance of Badhusha lingering in the air, and a new perspective on life that Janaki would carry with her. K.Ragavan. 4-2-25

Small Story 145.The Temple Miracle.

Small Story 145. The Temple Miracle. Vedavalli arrived at her birthplace, Tiruvallur, and was warmly greeted by her friend Kanakavalli at the bus stand. They exchanged a heartfelt hug, and she said, "Hey, long since you visited this doctor's place." "No, Kanakavalli I came two years ago with my daughter on a quick visit. But yes, it's been six years since I last saw you. You've also not visited me!" replied Vedavalli. Both friends hopped into an auto and headed to Kanakavalli's house. There, her son Raja greeted Vedavalli, "Hey Aunty, how are you? You've forgotten us!" "No, Raja, I wanted to come, but your uncle was away for some consultation work, and I got busy with my online classes. Swapna invited us to the US, and we visited three times during the missing years. What about you? What are you up to?" "I work as an automobile engineer with TVS Group, traveling every day to Padi," Raja replied. "And about my marriage… No, Aunty, I’m not interested." Kanakavalli nodding knowingly, added, "It's a long story. Raja liked a girl from our street. She was good-looking and worked in a bank. I know her parents. But when I spoke to her mother about the possibility of Raja marrying her, her mother told me that she was going to be engaged to her cousin and left Tiruvallur. Raja was shocked because even though he hadn’t been close to her, he had been impressed by her when he saw her at a function. From that day on, he has lost interest in marriage." "That's strange," Vedavalli whispered. In the evening, the three of them went to the famous Veera Raghava Temple for a beautiful darshan. Kanakavalli's husband, Desikan, joined them after returning from work. He greeted Vedavalli and asked about her husband, Ram. After the darshan, Vedavalli prayed to the temple deity for her daughter’s frequent headaches to be healed. The next day, Vedavalli met with another old friend, Rekha, and they reminisced about their school days. After lunch, they enjoyed the Mysore Pak that Vedavalli had brought from Bengaluru. During their time together, Vedavalli prayed for Raja’s happiness, hoping that his wish would come true—that he could marry Radhika, the girl he liked, and that her engagement would not take place. After her visit to Tiruvallur, Vedavalli returned safely to Bengaluru via Ola cab. The following morning, she was invited by the new apartment owners to attend a Satyanarayana Pooja. As she never missed such a pooja, she decided to attend with her husband, Ram. At 11 a.m., they went to the newly occupied apartment and were welcomed warmly by the owners, Seshan and his wife, Pankajam. After the pooja and a hearty lunch, Seshan introduced himself and his wife to Vedavalli. "You’re welcome to our group," Vedavalli said, handing her some prasadam. "This is from Tiruvallur Perumal," she added, and Pankajam’s face lit up. "I see," Pankajam said, "We lived in Tiruvallur for ten years. We left for our daughter’s engagement with a relative’s boy. But on the engagement day, the boy said he liked his colleague, and he had only learned of his proposal the day before from his parents, so he dropped it. Our daughter, devastated, got transferred to Bengaluru, and we moved here, having bought this place just yesterday." Just then, a girl smilingly entered the pooja room. "This is my daughter, Radhika," Pankajam introduced her. Vedavalli was in awe. Her prayer had been answered. It was the miracle of the temple—the same Radhika she had prayed for, the girl Raja had been hoping to marry. One month later, Raja and Radhika’s marriage took place in Bengaluru, celebrated by both their families and friends. Vedavalli couldn’t help but marvel at the incredible turn of events, all thanks to a prayer made at the Veera Raghava Temple. K.Ragavan. 3-2-25 Until WeMeet Again Next week,

Tribute to Versatile Actor AnantNag.855

Today, I remember another iconic personality from the South Indian Film Industry, the talented actor **Anant Nag**. He began his career as a theater artist and later transitioned into films. If I'm not mistaken, it was the stalwart director **Shyam Benegal** who introduced him to the film world through the Hindi film **Ankur** (1974), which gave him a solid start in his acting journey. Following this, Anant Nag found his footing in Kannada cinema and quickly became a major figure in the industry. Over his illustrious career spanning nearly five decades, he has acted in a wide range of films across Kannada, Telugu, Malayalam, Hindi, and Marathi cinema. Anant Nag was not just a celebrated actor but also dabbled in politics during his younger days, making significant contributions in his own way. He has been honored with several awards, most notably as a Best Actor, a testament to his exceptional skill in bringing depth and nuance to his roles. I have had the pleasure of watching his films for more than three and a half decades, and I have always admired his performances. Whether portraying soft-spoken characters or playing more intense roles, Anant Nag’s versatility is evident in every role he undertakes. His humble and smiling persona has made him a beloved figure in the film industry, appreciated by fans and peers alike. Though he has an extensive body of work, I have personally watched several of his standout films, including *Nodi Swamy Navirodu Hige*, *Ramapurada Ravana*, *Olavebaduku*, *Accident*, *Hosa Neru*, *Kurukshetra*, *Rana Dheera*, *Shanthinivasa*, *Abhimanyu*, *Ganeshana Maduve*, *Gouri Ganesa*, *Rajakeya*, *Kathambari*, *India vs England*, and many others that I may not be able to recall at the moment. Anant Nag has worked with all the top actors, directors, cinematographers, and music directors, leaving a lasting mark in every collaboration. His contribution to both theater and cinema, especially in Kannada films, has been exceptional. He was honored with the **Lifetime Achievement Award**, and more recently, he was conferred with the prestigious **Padma Bhushan** for his outstanding contributions to the Sandalwood film industry. This tribute is just a small acknowledgment of Anant Nag's remarkable career. I hope I've done justice to his legacy, though if any error is found in my recollections, please feel free to overlook it. I am truly happy to celebrate and honor this legendary actor today. K. Ragavan 3-2-25 Until We Meet Again Next Week,

Small Story 144.

Small Story 144. The Seven-Year Gap Sethu received a call from his old friend Meiappan, who he hadn't heard from in a long time. "Hey, how are you, Sethu? How's your Mrs. and daughter.?" Meiappan asked warmly. "All are fine, buddy! How about you? Why the long silence from you?" Sethu responded, intrigued by the sudden call. "I’ve been busy with my dad's institutional business and frequently traveling to Malaysia and Singapore. I know, it's been seven years since we last spoke. That’s why I’m calling now.How about of visiting Myplace nodded Sethu. "Of course, I’ll be happy to. Give me two days," Meyappan replied. After two days, Meiappan and his wife Deivanai arrived at Sethu’s sprawling house in Yadavagiri, a posh locality in Mysuru. Sethu’s wife, Lakshmi, and Deivanai enjoyed reminiscing about their old get-togethers in Bengaluru, where both families had once lived close by. Later that evening, both families visited the Ramakrishna Ashram for a peaceful 15-minute meditation session. They then took a leisurely stroll through Chaluvamba Park and visited the Venkateswara Temple on KRS Road. Meiappan was particularly impressed by the tall statue of Lord Venkateswara and admired the temple’s immaculate upkeep. Back home, Lakshmi prepared a delicious dinner, including Semiya Payasam and Gulab Jamun. During the meal, Sethu’s daughter, Shweta, who was studying AI in Singapore, called to wish Meiappan and his family. Meiappan’s daughter, Abhirami, was studying Communication and Media in Los Angeles. The next morning, both families went to Srirangapatna to visit Lord Ranganatha's temple, and later they spent some time at the zoo and Palace Anjaneyar temple, before having dinner at Dasa Prakash Paradise. As they were heading back, Meiappan turned to Sethu and asked, "Do you have any contact in OO1’s office?" Sethu smiled. "You mean the famous Investigating Chief Paramanand’s office? Why, are you interested?" "I’ve heard a lot about his brilliant investigations, and I’m especially curious about his assistant Ranjitha. I would love to meet them both," Meiappan replied. "I’m lucky," Sethu said. "I met Paramanand during my early morning walks, and we became good friends. He even likes my pharmaceutical background. I’ll check if he’s available tomorrow; we can visit his academy." The next day, both families visited OO1’s impressive academy campus on KRS Road. Meiappan was astounded by the brilliance of the investigative program, which was training 250 international students under Chief Paramanand’s guidance. As Meiappan prepared to depart the next day, he told Sethu, "This visit will stay in my memory forever. Despite not being in touch for seven years, this trip more than made up for it. And Lakshmi’s wonderful cooking was the cherry on top!" Sethu nodded in agreement. "You did a good thing, Meiappan, visiting after so many years. It’s been a pleasure having you here." With a warm hug, the two friends parted ways, their seven-year gap now bridged by the unforgettable memories of their time together. K.Ragavan 2-2-25