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🌟 Tribute to Modern Theatres, Salem – Celebrating Nine Glorious Decades 🌟890 The Indian film industry is globally renowned for its creativity, vibrant storytelling, and rich cultural narratives. Among its many celebrated contributors, the South Indian film studios have carved a special place with their grandeur, innovation, and technical brilliance. One such iconic name that stands tall in the annals of Indian cinema is Modern Theatres, Salem. Established nearly nine decades ago, this legendary studio has made a remarkable contribution to Indian cinema, especially during its formative years. Founded by the visionary T. R. Sundaram, Modern Theatres became synonymous with ambitious productions, innovative techniques, and memorable storytelling. With films like Alibaba and the Forty Thieves and numerous other classics, the studio captured the imagination of audiences across generations. Later, his son R. Sundaram continued this rich legacy, leaving an indelible impact on the South Indian film industry. Modern Theatres wasn’t just a production house – it was a cradle of creativity. Many legendary actors, directors, and technicians of South Indian cinema had their beginnings or significant milestones here. Notably, the esteemed director Muktha Srinivasan also had early associations with this studio during his formative years, under the mentorship of T. R. Sundaram. Salem, already famed for its delicious mangoes and popular restaurants known for their traditional tiffin, proudly holds the legacy of being home to this pioneering studio. The presence of Modern Theatres added cinematic prestige to the cultural and economic vibrance of the region. I humbly offer my tribute to Modern Theatres and salute the visionaries behind it. Their contributions continue to inspire generations of filmmakers, artists, and audiences. Kudos to Modern Theatres, Salem – a cornerstone of South Indian cinema and a beacon of timeless creativity. K.Ragavan -

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Small Story 355 The Blogger's Train Crush" Sugandhi sat in her seat on the train, her eyes eagerly scanning the platform. The train was about to depart. The seat beside her was still vacant. She was heading to Bengaluru to visit her brother for the first time since his wedding three years ago. His wife was from Bengaluru, and he'd been transferred there as a bank manager. Because he couldn’t travel back to Coimbatore often due to his work, their parents insisted Sugandhi visit him. As the train pulled out of the station, a young man approached her at the next stop. “Excuse me,” he said politely. “My seat is 14—the window seat.” Only then did Sugandhi realize that, in her excitement, she had sat by the window. Embarrassed, she moved aside. “Sorry,” she whispered. “No problem,” the young man replied with a smile. “I’m Bharath. I usually book the window seat—I love watching the scenery.” His gentle tone and confident presence instantly struck a chord with Sugandhi. “I’m Sugandhi,” she said shyly. “I just finished my Master’s degree in Management. Going to Bengaluru to visit my brother.” “Nice! I work for an IT company in Bengaluru,” Bharath said. “I’m from Mysore—came to attend a friend’s wedding, now heading back.” He offered her a piece of milk cake from the wedding. Sugandhi usually avoided eating anything from strangers, as her father had always warned her. But Bharath seemed decent and respectful, so she took a small piece and thanked him. During the journey, Bharath received three phone calls. Curious, Sugandhi asked, “You seem to get a lot of calls.” Bharath chuckled. “I’m a blogger. Writing is my passion, and this year Google selected my blog as the best in their category. Those were congratulatory calls from readers.” “That’s amazing,” Sugandhi said, impressed. “I'll be honored at a small event in Google’s Bengaluru office on the 25th of this month,” he added. “I just found out yesterday. My parents are thrilled.” “Congratulations,” she smiled. “I read a lot of blogs too.” “Thanks,” Bharath replied softly. “My mom, Reshma, is a writer. She pens stories in both Kannada and English. I’m her biggest fan. She’s the reason I started blogging five years ago.” Sugandhi felt a sudden warmth in her heart. There was something magnetic about Bharath—his passion, his humility. She sensed a quiet connection forming. Bharath, too, found himself drawn to her elegance and calm confidence. As the train pulled into Bengaluru station, Bharath handed her his number. “If you’re free on the 25th, come to the function.” “I’d love to,” Sugandhi said, giving him her number in return. After saying goodbye, she took a cab to her brother’s apartment in JP Nagar. Sugandhi waited eagerly for the 25th to arrive. That evening, her sister-in-law Radhika mentioned, “I’ve recently joined Google as an event manager. Tomorrow we’re hosting a function to honor selected bloggers and writers. Want to come with me?” Sugandhi's heart skipped a beat. She wore her favorite green saree the next day and accompanied Radhika to the event. Bharath’s eyes lit up when he saw her. He received a merit certificate and a prize of $100000. After the ceremony, Sugandhi introduced him to Radhika. She invited Bharath home for tea the next day. Later that evening, Radhika, noticing Sugandhi’s clear affection for Bharath, told her husband Ram everything about their train journey. Ram smiled and agreed to speak to Bharath. At tea the next day, Ram casually brought up marriage. Bharath, who had already seen Sugandhi’s photo on a matrimonial site (sent by his mother), immediately agreed. Two months later, Sugandhi and Bharath were married in Coimbatore. Bharath helped her get a job at his company, and they moved into a flat near Ram’s home. What started as a chance meeting on a train turned into a lifelong journey—two hearts united by fate, a window seat, and a shared love for stories. K.Ragavan 1-9-25

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Small Story 354. "Position Brings Greater Humility" Vasanthy stepped into her new cabin, her heart full of gratitude and purpose. The recent announcement from the management had confirmed her promotion to Editor-in-Chief, a well-deserved recognition after nearly two decades of dedicated service as a Feature Editor and team leader. The prestigious role in one of the leading journal companies based in the U.S. came with not only new responsibilities but also generous perks. Known for her soft-spoken nature and well-mannered professionalism, Vasanthy had long been admired by her colleagues. Her team members were genuinely delighted to see her step into this new role. The air was filled with warmth as they gathered around to congratulate her. Vasanthy thanked her team sincerely, acknowledging their continuous support and collaboration in producing many impactful articles and special features over the years. With a gentle smile, she announced, “I would like to invite all of you to a grand celebration this Sunday afternoon at the famous Lakeside Hotel. This party is my way of expressing gratitude—for being with me, believing in me, and helping me reach this position.” Her colleagues applauded the announcement and thanked her warmly for the invite. As the excitement settled, Vasanthy leaned in and whispered to the group: “This celebration is not just about me—it’s about us. Your support helped me rise to this position, and that’s something I will never forget. I promise to continue working with all of you to bring our best to the management. Team spirit is something no one can destroy—we’ve proven that before, and we will continue to prove it together.” Her words resonated deeply. Everyone looked at Vasanthy—not as someone who had changed with her new title, but as the same humble, dedicated leader they had always known. With admiration, they nodded and said in unison: “You are truly great.” K.Ragavan 31-8-25

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Small Story 353 A Surveyor’s Advice Athmarao received a call from his close relative, Vaibhav, asking him to come home for an important discussion. Promptly at 5 PM, Athmarao reached Vaibhav’s apartment, where he was warmly greeted by Vaibhav and his wife, Sulochana. After a few minutes, Sulochana brought in tea and banana chips—both friends’ favorite snack. Once they settled, Vaibhav began the conversation. "Athma, you must be wondering why I called you so suddenly. You're not just a close relative but also a dear friend for decades. You know our son Keshav has been working in London for the past seven years. Whenever we brought up the topic of marriage, he always refused. But yesterday, he called and told us something unexpected—he wants to marry his office colleague, who is a British national. They like each other and are serious about it. I was shocked. We never thought he'd make such a decision on his own. Sulochana has been deeply upset since last night, wondering how we’ll face our relatives.” Vaibhav paused, looking visibly troubled. “I know you're a retired surveyor who has helped many people with their problems. That’s why I wanted to take you into confidence on this.” Athmarao leaned forward and whispered, “Vaibhav, thank you for trusting me with such a personal matter. As your friend, I’ll only suggest what I believe is good for your family. When Keshav wanted to study Electronics and Computer Science, you supported him without hesitation. You didn’t interfere then—why now? He has chosen his life partner thoughtfully, just as he chose his career. Today’s children are intelligent. They understand their lives and make their own decisions. If both Keshav and his partner respect each other's culture, values, and habits, and truly care for one another, I see no reason to object. After all, he’s your son—and his future happiness is what matters most. Don’t worry about what relatives will say.” Sulochana, hearing Athmarao’s thoughtful words, turned to him and said, “You’re right, Anna .You've made things much clearer.” After spending another half hour with them, Athmarao left. Vaibhav and Sulochana felt relieved and grateful to have such a wise and understanding friend. A big issue had been resolved, thanks to the perspective of a great surveyor—not just of land, but of life K.Ragavan 30-8-25.

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Small Story 352. Grandpa's Blessings for a Bright Pharma Career Santhosh was eagerly waiting for his grandfather, Venkatesh, who was arriving from Tumkur. Venkatesh, a retired officer from the Agricultural Department, had settled in his hometown with his wife, Lakshmi. Santhosh was the only son of Venkatesh's daughter, Vasanthy. Having just completed his M.Sc. in Chemistry, Santhosh wanted to seek his grandfather’s blessings and advice before taking the next step in his career. He deeply respected his grandfather and had followed his suggestions throughout his education, which had helped him feel confident and grounded. Venkatesh and Lakshmi arrived carrying fresh mangoes and tamarind from their garden in Tumkur — a warm gesture for their daughter, Vasanthy. As soon as he saw his grandfather, Santhosh greeted him with a respectful nod. “Grandpa,” he began, “yesterday at a friend’s birthday party, I met your old friend Mr. Murthy. He asked about you and also inquired about my career plans.” “Oh, Murthy!” Venkatesh smiled. “He’s my good old friend. He retired as a Technical Director from a well-known pharmaceutical company.” “Yes, Grandpa,” Santhosh replied. “He suggested that I consider joining his former company as a Territory Manager. He said he’d recommend me personally since I’m your grandson.” Venkatesh beamed with pride. “So, are you thinking of accepting the offer?” he asked softly. Santhosh nodded. “Yes, Grandpa. I just wanted your blessing first.” Santhosh’s father, Narayan, also supported the idea. He had great respect for his father-in-law and his circle of trusted friends. With everyone's encouragement, Santhosh soon met Mr. Murthy again — this time along with his grandfather — and expressed his eagerness to join the pharmaceutical company. A new journey was about to begin, rooted in family values, mentorship, and the blessings of a wise grandfather. K.Ragavan 29-8-25

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Letter Published in New IndiaAbroad USA 27 August 25 RESPONSE TO ; How floundering India-US talks led to high tariffs The ongoing Indo-US conflict over tariffs has drawn global attention, especially in the context of India’s steadfast stance on its national interests. The recent article on floundering tariffs sheds light on how the United States is pressuring India with tariff-related actions, allegedly in response to India’s continued import of Russian oil. However, India has chosen not to yield to this pressure, emphasizing its sovereign right to pursue its energy security and economic agenda Global reactions have largely been in favor of India, with many countries recognizing that India is within its rights to make independent trade decisions. Despite the historically strong Indo-US relationship, this situation underscores growing friction as both nations seek to prioritize their domestic interests. India’s refusal to accept what it sees as unjust or politically motivated tariffs reflects its commitment to strategic autonomy and a multipolar world order K.Ragavan https://www.narendramodi.in/network/userpost-task/68b0795e3898363d0e5ad093 via MyNt

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Tariff Threat As a proud senior citizen of our great nation, Bharat, I have my own observations and firm belief in our country’s resilience and strength. The recent tariff threat from the United States on Indian products has stirred discussions in the media and created concern among some. However, I believe there is no need to panic. India has faced and overcome numerous global challenges in the past—be it economic crises, trade disputes, or political pressures—and emerged stronger every time. Today, India is confidently stepping into its rightful place as the world’s third-largest economy. The current tariff issue, in my view, will pass like many others before it. It is not a threat to the India of today. Our Honourable Prime Minister, Shri Narendra Modi, with his deep commitment to national interest and his skilled diplomacy on the global stage, stands as a pillar of strength. His leadership has not only raised India's stature internationally but also ensured that our farmers, manufacturers, and entrepreneurs are protected. Many countries around the world have welcomed and supported India’s principled stand. Global alliances are increasingly recognizing India's role as a stable, democratic, and growing power. I am confident that our partners will stand with us, and our domestic industries will find strength from within and beyond. There is no need to fear any so-called "unimaginable tariffs" from any country. India is prepared, resilient, and moving forward with confidence. Jai Hind! K.Ragavan

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Small Story 351. Ganesh Chaturthi Surprise – A Gift from Ganesh Mysore was buzzing with the vibrant celebrations of Ganesh Chaturthi, especially in the Vontikoppal area, which was alive with light music programmes and festivities. Sarathy, a retired food technologist from CFTRI, was living peacefully with his wife Prema in their independent apartment. Their son was working in Rajasthan. As usual, Sarathy returned home after his evening visit to the Ramakrishna Ashram. Prema greeted him with a warm smile and a plate of Ganesh Chaturthi sweets, his favorite. “Dear,” she said, “I almost forgot—Ganesh is coming at 7 PM. Please remember him.” Of course, Sarathy remembered. Ganesh was a passionate singer who worked for a private firm. Over the past two years, Sarathy had recommended him for light music performances at two apartment functions, and Ganesh had performed admirably on both occasions. At exactly 7 PM, Ganesh arrived, beaming, with a big box full of sweets and fruits. “Sir, I have great news!” he said excitedly. “Yesterday, I got a call from Manokar sir—the music composer. He’s asked me to sign a contract for his new film! Do you remember last year, I sang at his friend’s apartment function? Manokar sir was there, heard me sing, and quietly took my number from the apartment president. After a year, now that he’s got the green signal for a new movie, he called me! The producer approved me for one of the songs.” Ganesh’s eyes sparkled with joy as he added, “Sir, it’s all because of you. You introduced me to that opportunity. I’m so grateful.” Sarathy, deeply moved, whispered with a smile, “On this Ganesh Chaturthi day, Ganesh himself brings me this gift. What an amazing surprise.” He blessed Ganesh warmly. “May you have a bright future in music. Manokar is known for his musical magic—you are in good hands. Keep singing for all occasions, just as you always have.” Ganesh bowed respectfully and left with a heart full of gratitude. Prema, watching all this unfold, whispered with a chuckle, “I’m amazed—a food technologist doing wonders in the world of music!” Sarathy simply smiled, his heart full. K.Ragavan 28-8-25

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Small Story 350 Deserving Days at the Falls Arumugam called his longtime friend Shanmugam and invited him to spend three days at his place during the holidays, to enjoy the scenic beauty of the famous Coutrallam Falls in Tenkasi. Shanmugam, who hadn't visited the area in over six years, gladly accepted the invitation. He decided to travel with his wife, Bharathi. On a bright Sunday morning, Shanmugam and Bharathi arrived in Tenkasi from Hubli. They were warmly welcomed by Arumugam and his wife Lakshmi. After a hearty breakfast, the group set out to visit the Coutrallam Falls. Though there wasn’t much crowd, the view from the top of the falls was serene and breathtaking. The sound of cascading water, the mist in the air, and the surrounding greenery created a peaceful atmosphere. Many believe that bathing in the falls has health benefits — a sentiment echoed by millions of visitors over the years. The area, known for its natural beauty, has also served as a backdrop for numerous film shoots. After spending an hour at the falls, they returned to Arumugam’s palatial house. The three days passed quickly, filled with laughter, hospitality, and cherished memories. As they prepared to leave, Shanmugam thanked Arumugam warmly and asked him to convey regards to their daughter Valli, who was now settled in Malaysia. With a smile, Arumugam whispered, “I’m truly happy you came, my friend. I insisted on three days because I know about your RAW assignment — you needed this break. Also, my beloved Tenkasi has recently become its own district. It truly deserves the recognition.” Shanmugam, a seasoned diplomat, nodded in agreement. “Absolutely. This place, with its world-famous falls, deserves all the attention and admiration it gets.” K.Ragavan 27-8-25

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Small Story 349 A Simple Solution to Daily Tensions Krishna called his friend Rajesh to meet him at his house at 4 PM for tea. Both were retired engineers from Richardson & Cruddas and now in their 70s, settled in Trichy. At 4 PM sharp, Rajesh arrived with his wife, Suma. They were warmly welcomed by Krishna and his wife, Ambujam. Over tea and snacks, the two couples fondly reminisced about their old days at work and shared their thoughts on the challenges of day-to-day retired life. Krishna nodded and said, “That’s exactly why I wanted to talk to you. We've been here for five years now, and I’ve been wondering how you’re coping so well with daily life.” Rajesh leaned in slightly and said softly, “I’m a devotee of Swami Vivekananda and follow his principles closely. He taught that ‘If you feel you are happy, you are; if you feel you are not, you are not.’ Our mind is the root cause of everything.” He continued, “I’ve rekindled my old passion for writing—not for awards or recognition, but for my own satisfaction. I enjoy walking, reading, and spending time with good neighbours. I never compare my life with others. Comparison is dangerous. And above all, I’m always thankful to God for His blessings.” Krishna and Ambujam listened intently and agreed wholeheartedly with Rajesh’s words. “Thank you, buddy,” Krishna said, smiling. “I think I’ll return to my own passion—drawing. Maybe that will help me enjoy life like you do.” After spending another pleasant hour together, Rajesh and Suma happily returned to their home in Srirangam. KRagavan 26-8-25

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Tribute to Indian Students – 889 The recent decision by many Indian students to forgo studying in U.S. universities, despite having access to significant scholarships and concessions, is both courageous and commendable. This choice, made in light of the ongoing policies of the current U.S. administration, sends a powerful message. On one hand, it reflects the students' principled stand, and on the other, it should prompt serious reflection within the U.S. administration. Politics must never intrude upon the domain of education. Indian students have always held U.S. universities in high regard for their academic excellence and innovation. However, education should never be used as a tool for political maneuvering or discriminatory policies. I wholeheartedly applaud the students for their bold and thoughtful decision. It is not easy to turn away from prestigious institutions, but their stance underlines the importance of values and dignity. Let this be a reminder to global powers that the youth of India are not just academically brilliant, but also socially aware and ethically strong. May this moment inspire more dialogue, more inclusivity, and a greater commitment to keeping education above politics. K.Ragavan

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Small Story 348. A Sweet Reunion at the Housewarming Keshav was invited by his close friend Mani to attend the housewarming ceremony of a newly constructed apartment complex named Friends Apartments, located just 6 kilometers from Tambaram station on the way to Padappai. Mani, an architect, along with his friend Vasu, a civil engineer, had jointly developed this project consisting of 20 posh apartments. Despite having an eye doctor appointment that day, Keshav decided to attend the ceremony with his wife Ragini, not wanting to miss this important event in his friend’s life. The couple drove from their residence in Anna Nagar to the venue. Upon arrival, they were warmly welcomed by Mani and the residents of all 20 apartments. Ragini was particularly impressed by the elegance of the complex. Each apartment boasted a spacious 3500 square feet area with all the latest amenities, resembling more of a posh bungalow than a flat. The architectural and interior detailing showcased modern sophistication and class. Mani proudly introduced Keshav, a retired Program Manager from a pharmaceutical company, to the other residents. Keshav, impressed by the teamwork and vision that brought the project to life, congratulated everyone involved. Mani’s wife, Pramila, warmly greeted Keshav and Ragini. Although both families' daughters were studying in the U.S. and couldn't attend due to exams, the gathering was vibrant and cheerful. After the ceremonial rituals, all the guests moved to the spacious party hall, where a delicious lunch was served—including three varieties of sweets, much to everyone’s delight. As they were preparing to leave, Ragini noticed a familiar face emerging from the kitchen area. Startled, she exclaimed, "Athai!" The elderly lady turned, recognized Ragini, and joyfully embraced her. It was Lalitha Athai—Ragini’s aunt—whom she hadn’t seen in 13 years. Lalitha explained that she had returned from Singapore three years ago and now lived in Chennai with her only son, Raju, a catering technologist who had started a successful catering firm named Venkatesh Caterers. Raju, coming out from the kitchen area, also greeted Ragini and Keshav warmly. Keshav, who had earlier considered skipping the event due to his eye appointment, felt deeply grateful for attending—it turned into a happy and unexpected family reunion. Before leaving, Ragini and Keshav exchanged contact numbers with Athai to revive and continue their bond. They left the ceremony with hearts full of joy and pockets full of sweets K.Ragavan 25-8-25.

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Small Story 347 Nothing Can Be Taken for Granted Retired Professor Viswanath returned home after attending a student reunion in Jayanagar. His wife, Savitri, greeted him with his favourite potato bondas and a hot cup of coffee. “The same bonda I had at the meeting. What a coincidence!” chuckled Viswanath, nodding in amusement. Their son, Ravi, had gone to play table tennis in the apartment's recreation room. Viswanath, now in his 70s, had a calm and composed personality. A devout follower of Lord Sri Ram and Shirdi Sai Baba, he lived a disciplined and spiritual life. Suddenly, he received a call from his younger sister Padma, who lived in Palani. She invited him to attend the upcoming temple festival there. “When is it?” he asked. Padma told him it was fifteen days away. Viswanath agreed to come, along with Savitri. Being a native of Dindigul, Viswanath had always felt a strong bond with Palani. He had visited the temple town many times with friends in his youth. Padma lived there with her husband and daughter, Shalini. On the scheduled day, Viswanath and Savitri reached Palani. Padma welcomed them warmly. Shalini’s eyes searched eagerly for Ravi. Since childhood, she had a soft corner for him, always admiring his gentle and respectful nature. But Savitri informed Padma, “Ravi couldn’t come. He had urgent work at the office.” After attending the vibrant festival and enjoying their hosts’ warm hospitality, it was time to return. On the day of departure, Padma gently brought up a proposal to her brother. “Anna, my husband and I were thinking... we would love to see Shalini and Ravi get married. What do you think?” Viswanath smiled thoughtfully and said, “That’s a good idea, Padma. You are my only sister, and we are close. But as you know, I usually don’t encourage marriages within the family, for many reasons. Besides, Ravi has plans to go abroad. With God’s blessings, Shalini will surely find a good groom.” Padma nodded. She knew her brother well. Once he made up his mind, there was no changing it—and his reasons were always clear and fair. Though her plan didn’t materialize, she was content. What mattered most was that her brother had attended the temple festival as the respected head of the family. Indeed, it is true: Not all our wishes are accepted by God. K.Ragavan 24-8-25

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Small Story 346: Pravin and the Philadelphia Mystery – Solved by a Dog’s Loyalty After a long and comfortable journey, Pravin landed in Philadelphia for his first assignment. It had been arranged by his trio of mentors—Chief OO1, Director Pal, the brilliant investigator Ranjitha, and training coordinator Radhika. As he collected his luggage and stepped out of the airport, memories of his farewell crossed his mind. Just as he was looking for a cab to reach his hotel, a woman whispered, “Welcome to Philadelphia, Pravin. I’m Sophia from the FBI. As per Ranjitha’s recommendation, I’ll take you to your hotel.” During the drive, Pravin noted Sophia’s polite manner and engaging conversation. She even praised the academy where Pravin had trained. Once they reached the hotel, she informed him that she would return at 4 PM to take him to the house of Mr. Pramod, where a mysterious incident had taken place. At exactly 3:45 PM, Sophia arrived, and they proceeded to Pramod’s residence—a grand house owned by one of the city’s leading business tycoons. A sum of five million dollars had mysteriously gone missing from his home. After brief introductions and some tea, Pravin began asking questions. Soon, Pramod’s wife, Mathura, joined the conversation. “This year marks my late father’s 100th birth anniversary,” Pramod explained. “His lifelong dream was to produce a film featuring breathtaking locations. Unfortunately, he had to abandon the idea ten years ago. Now, to honor his dream, my son Prakash is collaborating with Pioneer Warner Bros and an Indian director to make it a reality. We had kept five million dollars in a secure locker to hand over to our partners. I kept the key punch with me. But the next day, I found it missing. Even though I know the code, the locker won’t open without the key.” Pravin nodded thoughtfully. “Do you have any pets at home?” he asked casually. “Yes,” Pramod replied. “We have a four-month-old dog, Toto.” “Where is Toto now?” Pravin inquired. “He’s with Prakash in the other room. Prakash was playing with him—throwing a ball for him to fetch.” Pravin whispered, “If my guess is right, there’s no need to worry. Did you leave the key punch on the table by any chance?” “Yes,” Pramod said, thinking back. “I did.” “Can you show me Toto’s cage?” Pravin asked. Pramod led him to Toto’s small shelter. It was a beautifully kept space with a cozy bed, some pillows, and lots of toys. Pravin began searching through the toys and bedding. Soon enough, he retrieved the missing key punch. He explained, “Toto is used to fetching objects. Since he often sees Prakash putting on the collar and taking him for walks, he may have considered the key punch as something important or playful. He must have brought it here and hidden it with his toys.” With excitement and hope, Pramod rushed to the locker. He opened it using the recovered key punch—and there it was: the bag with the full five million dollars, untouched. Overwhelmed with relief, Pramod praised Pravin’s sharp observation and calm approach. “Incredible work, Pravin. What’s taken us eight days, you’ve solved in one afternoon.” Pravin simply smiled and said, “All thanks to the training from our OO1 Chief’s academy.” Prakash and Mathura were equally amazed at the brilliant and unexpected solution. Pramod invited Pravin and Sophia to join the family for dinner that evening. During the meal, Sophia whispered, “Ranjitha is a close friend of mine. She made a strong impression at the OO1 academy and personally recommended you for this mission. I’m sure you have a bright future ahead.” Everyone at the table nodded in agreement, fully endorsing Sophia’s words. K.Ragavan 23-8-25

Good one.

I was recently watching the award-winning director Nagathihalli Chandrashekar's inspiring narration about his incredible experience filming America! America!!. Your determination to dream big and achieve ambitious goals is truly laudable. What stood out most was your unshakable confidence, deep attachment to the Kannada language, and your love for the motherland. Despite numerous challenges—including time differences between nations, working with a limited crew, and managing a modest budget of just over one crore—you created a masterpiece that continues to inspire generations. Your vision, passion, and commitment prove that greatness can emerge when one blends creativity with purpose. It’s evident that your strong foundation in education played a crucial role in shaping your journey. Your engaging conversation with Kala Madhyama was not only lively but also deeply motivating. Kudos to the great Nagathihalli Chandrashekar—a true icon of Kannada cinema and a proud torchbearer of cultural storytelling. With WarmRegards, K.Ragavan

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Small Story 345. Pravin’s Philadelphia Mission – A Farewell from OO1 Academy It was a memorable and enriching gathering at the OO1 Academy, marked by a heartfelt address from Radhika to the graduating students. After completing their two-year intensive course, the trainees were now ready to return to their hometowns and countries, taking with them not just knowledge, but the discipline and values the Academy had instilled. Director Pal and Chief OO1 gave inspiring speeches, celebrating the achievements of the outgoing batch and the global reputation OO1 Academy had built over the past two decades. Radhika's farewell speech stood out — she shared her keen observations on each trainee, highlighting their strengths and growth throughout the program. Her words reflected pride and joy, as she spoke of the positive legacy the Academy had carved both nationally and internationally. Among the graduates was trainee Pravin, who, in his departing speech, praised the Academy’s core ethics — emphasizing investigation through intelligence and strategy, not through reckless chasing or shooting. He expressed gratitude for being selected to take on a significant case: a $5 million family theft in the iconic city known for its Liberty Bell — Philadelphia. This assignment was no coincidence. Ranjitha, one of the key faculty members, had carefully observed Pravin’s analytical skills during training. Impressed by his performance, she personally recommended him to the OO1 Chief for this international investigation. Following a delightful farewell dinner, the trainees bid their goodbyes. Pravin too received the blessings of Chief OO1, Director Pal, and the warm wishes of Ranjitha, as he departed with resolve and pride. He was escorted by the Academy’s vehicle to the Bengaluru International Airport — en route to Philadelphia to crack the mystery that awaited him. K.Ragavan 22-8-25

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Small Story 344 Rainy Blessings Lakshmi and her husband Krishna were disappointed as heavy rains lashed Mumbai. Their son Madhav’s upanayanam ceremony was scheduled for the next day, and her brother Ram and sister-in-law Vasanthy, who lived in Chembur, wouldn’t be able to attend due to flooding and traffic disruptions. Her brother’s absence left Lakshmi with a heavy heart—he was her only elder brother and held a special place in her life. Madhav, though slightly late for this traditional rite at age 20, was now a smart and ambitious young man whose charismatic presence could capture anyone’s attention. The next day, despite the grey skies outside, the ceremonial hall in Garden City was filled with the warmth and cheer of relatives and guests. Madhav, dressed in traditional attire, sat patiently as the pandit chanted the sacred mantras. Everyone praised the meticulous arrangements, and both breakfast and lunch received heartfelt compliments. Yet Lakshmi’s mind kept drifting to Ram, Vasanthy, and their daughter Ramya, whose presence she sorely missed. Just then, a courier arrived, asking for Lakshmi and handing her a large parcel. To her surprise, it was from Ram. Inside were neatly packed traditional sweets, crunchy chaklis, a dhoti and shirt for Madhav, and a heartfelt note filled with blessings—along with ten thousand rupees as a gift from Madhav’s loving uncle. Ram and Vasanthy had even coordinated with a local caterer to ensure their presence was felt—even if not physically. Lakshmi’s eyes welled up. Despite the downpour, Ram and Vasanthy had ensured that tradition was honored. Their thoughtful gesture brought emotional closure to the event and reaffirmed a simple truth: in any traditional celebration, the blessings of elders hold the deepest value. Lakshmi silently prayed for the rains in Mumbai to subside soon and for life to return to normal. But in her heart, the storm had already passed—thanks to the love and blessings that had arrived, wrapped with care. K.Ragavan 21-8-25

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Small Story 343. A Strange Experience Ram returned from his evening walk, feeling refreshed after a healthy discussion with his group of friends. His wife, Pankajam, brought him a cup of tea along with some snacks. "How was your evening, dear?" she asked cheerfully. "I received my ticket for my Vrindavan trip. My friend Ambujam sent me a message with the details—how to start the journey the day after tomorrow. From the airport, a car will pick up me and my friend Archana from Delhi." At 70, Pankajam was still energetic, always chanting the Lord’s name. It had long been her dream to visit Vrindavan and Mathura. Her friend Ambujam, who had settled in Vrindavan with her husband Gokul after returning from the UK, was now fully devoted to a spiritual life. Their only daughter, Vasanthy, lived in the US. Ram was happy that Pankajam’s long-cherished wish was finally coming true, even though he couldn’t accompany her due to his responsibilities. He ran a consultation firm for aspiring graduates and couldn’t spare the time for a week-long tour. On the day of her departure, Ram gave her a warm send-off and then went for his usual morning walk. Upon his return, he found that his grandson had prepared tea and breakfast—upma—for him. Ram was touched by Harsh’s affection and patted him lovingly. Ram’s only son, Sandeep, lived inAustralia. Akshay, Sandeep’s son, worked in Bengaluru ,with Grand father Ram while Akshay's parents (Ram's son and daughter-in-law) were away. After breakfast, Akshay left for work. Ram completed his morning routine and prayers. The cook arrived, prepared lunch and evening tiffin, and left. Two days passed quietly. Then Ram began to feel something missing. He realized it was the first time he was alone without Pankajam at home. He missed her cheerful voice, her timely servings of his favorite dishes, and her constant chanting in the evenings. Her absence created a deep void in his otherwise calm routine. After a week, Pankajam returned, her face glowing with joy. She brought with her milk sweets and prasadams in abundance. "So, how did you enjoy my absence with your group?" she asked playfully. Ram whispered, with a soft smile, "Only in the absence do we truly realize a person's value." Pankajam nodded, eyes glistening with tears. “Yes, my dear.” K.Ragavan 20-8-25

Nature's Fury.

Nature's Fury The recent disaster caused by heavy rains in Mumbai, the capital city of Maharashtra, has brought immense loss and suffering to its people. It is deeply saddening to see lives disrupted and livelihoods destroyed. Losing everything due to a natural calamity in the very place one calls home is truly heartbreaking and difficult to accept. When nature unleashes its full fury, there is little anyone can do to stop it. My heartfelt prayers go out to all those affected. May the rains subside soon, and may the city recover quickly. As one of India’s fastest-growing commercial hubs, Mumbai deserves a more robust and resilient infrastructure to withstand such disasters. It is crucial for urban planners and authorities to invest in sustainable solutions and effective disaster management systems to protect the lives and dreams of its citizens. K.Ragavan Bengaluru

Small Story 342.

Small Story 342 "Unshaken Loyalty" Today, it started raining again. Santhosh, a devoted fan of the Superstar Rajinikanth, was praying that the rain would stop before he had to leave for the theatre. Just then, he received a call from Mahesh, who confirmed he would reach the theatre by 5:45 PM to collect the tickets he had booked online. Santhosh was thrilled. He was finally going to witness his idol in the latest much-talked-about movie. Despite the criticism the film had received, both Santhosh and Mahesh remained loyal fans of the legendary "Thalaivar," confident that he would deliver his role with unmatched charisma. By 5:45 PM, Santhosh reached the theatre at Mount Road. A huge crowd had already gathered. Some people were even willing to pay ₹1000–₹3000 for tickets to see the Superstar’s new film. Mahesh arrived with their tickets, and they made their way to their seats. Suddenly, they heard a familiar voice from behind — it was their friend Arun, who greeted them warmly. After the film ended, the atmosphere felt different. Many fans looked disappointed and whispered that this wasn’t the usual kind of film they expected from their Superstar. Later, at a nearby restaurant where the friends gathered for tiffin, Mahesh leaned over and whispered, “Even though the movie didn’t turn out great, our hero still did his part.” Santhosh nodded and replied, “True. I like him not just for his movies, but for his humble and respectful nature in real life. Failures can happen... but he’ll always be my favourite star.” Mahesh smiled and said, “Absolutely.” After a good meal and an honest conversation, they all left with their admiration for Thalaivar intact — unchanged by a single setback. K.Ragavan 19-8-25

Tribute to Director PSeshadri 888

Tribute to Director P. Seshadri 888 Recently, I had the opportunity to watch the Tamil-dubbed version of the Kannada film Athithi, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. The story unfolds around a doctor who is taken hostage in his own home by three terrorists. They force him to treat one of their injured members, leaving him helpless. As the narrative progresses, the doctor discovers that the patient he is treating is part of a group planning to destroy a dam that supplies water to his village. Despite his desire to alert the authorities, he is unable to do so, as the terrorists have already taken his wife captive. The film takes an unexpected and heartwarming turn towards the end, thanks to a neighbor girl and her dog. Her innocent conversations with one of the terrorists begin to change his mindset, leading to a powerful and emotional climax. Director P. Seshadri has handled the story with remarkable suspense and depth, keeping the audience engaged until the very last moment. He is widely recognized for his contributions to Kannada cinema and has earned multiple accolades over the years. If I’m not mistaken, he began his career under the guidance of award-winning director T.S. Nagabharana and has since carved out his own identity with films like Athithi. Veteran actor H.G. Dattatreya, affectionately known as Dattanna, delivers a calm and composed performance as the doctor. His interactions with Prakash Raj, who plays the wounded terrorist, are nuanced and polished, adding emotional depth to the film. The background score by Manohar complements the tension and drama, while Chandru’s cinematography and Kemparaju’s crisp editing enhance the overall impact of the narrative. The supporting cast, including Inspector Sashikumar, also performed their roles convincingly, contributing to the film’s success. Even after more than two decades since its release, Athithi continues to leave a lasting impression on viewers, a testament to P. Seshadri’s storytelling and direction. This film is not just a thriller—it’s a reflection of human emotions, moral dilemmas, and the power of change. Kudos to the entire team for creating such a memorable cinematic experience. KRagavan -

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Small Story 341 The Unexpected Twist Shubhasini reached the station to receive her old college friend, Rakesh. Seeing her, Rakesh’s face lit up with joy, and he warmly hugged her. They had studied together for three years in India and later spent two more years in Singapore pursuing their education. However, life had taken them to different places — Shubhasini settled in Chennai, while Rakesh moved to Singapore. His parents, meanwhile, lived in Bengaluru. As they drove from the station, Shubhasini asked, “How are you and your family, Rakesh?” Both had harbored feelings for each other during their college days. They liked each other deeply, but due to family pressures, they couldn’t be together. “My wife,” Rakesh began, “was a relative of my mother. I had to marry her because of a promise my mother made to her family. Your letter reached me… just a little too late.” Shubhasini nodded with understanding. “I can understand. Still, I could never erase my memories with you. I’ve always continued to cherish them.” “I appreciate your strength, Shubhasini,” Rakesh replied gently. “A year ago, my wife passed away due to a brain tumor. This trip… I wanted to see you again, and meet your husband too.” By then, they had reached Shubhasini’s home in Adyar. Her parents greeted Rakesh warmly, offering him coffee and snacks. After listening to his story, her parents exchanged glances, and then her father said: “Even now, it’s not too late. You’re both free. If you still care for each other, we have no objection.” Rakesh looked at them in surprise, a hopeful smile forming. It felt like divine intervention — fate had reunited them, just when he least expected it. A month later, in a simple ceremony, Shubhasini and Rakesh got married. She soon migrated to Singapore with him — this time, not just as an old friend, but as his life partner. K.Ragavan 18-8-25

Good topic.

Topic: The Other Side of Us OurMadhyamar group administrator has given us a very thoughtful topic to write about – "The Other Side of Us." In life, we often meet people who appear angry or harsh on the outside but are actually kind and helpful on the inside. On the other hand, there are also those who seem pleasant on the outside but may not genuinely care or help when needed. These differences remind us that everyone has another side – sometimes hidden, sometimes misunderstood. Since my childhood, I’ve always been frank and open with others. I never pretend to be someone I’m not, and I make it a point never to use harsh words. I truly believe that every person has both good and bad sides, but it is often time, circumstances, or personal struggles that bring out one side more than the other. Personally, I have never judged or discriminated against anyone. Whether it's friends, relatives, or even strangers, I have always treated everyone with respect and kindness. I believe in seeing the good in people, and maybe that is seen as a weakness by some – but to me, it’s just being true to who I am. This is truly a good and meaningful topic, as it encourages us to reflect not only on how we see others but also how we present ourselves to the world. Everyone has another side – and understanding that helps us become more compassionate and less judgmental. K.Ragavan 17-8-25 ---

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Small Story 340 Relationships Never Die After five long years, Shivappa visited Mandya to see his ailing aunt, Sumithra. At 73, she was fragile and restless. Her grandson, Arun, had recently migrated to Canada for a promising job opportunity. Since the passing of her husband fifteen years ago, Sumithra had been living with Arun—her only source of companionship after her daughter Vandhana moved away. Arun had completed his studies and worked in India for three years before moving abroad. Seeing Shivappa brought a wave of joy to Sumithra. Shivappa, now 65, was the only son of her late elder brother. A retired army officer, he had settled in Bengaluru with his wife, Anitha.. Their only daughter Roshani, was a practicing lawyer in the same city. After tea and snacks, Shivappa gently revealed the purpose of his visit. "Aunt," he began, "I came with a proposal. I believe your grandson Arun and my daughter Roshani would make a perfect match. I’d like to discuss the possibility of their marriage." Sumithra’s eyes lit up. “I’m so happy to hear that. Roshani is smart and beautiful, and Arun too is a fine young man. I will speak to him.” That very moment, Arun called to check on his grandmother’s health. Sumithra, excited, told him about Shivappa’s visit and the proposal. Arun smiled and whispered over the phone, “I appreciate Uncle Shivappa’s intention. I don’t have any objections to Roshani—no strong likes or dislikes. But above all, I want to keep the bonds between our families alive. If Roshani agrees, I’m happy too. Uncle is a disciplined man with strong values—I respect him greatly.” Shivappa was overjoyed hearing this. Eight months later, the wedding was celebrated in grand style in Bengaluru, attended by many of Shivappa’s friends and fellow army veterans. Indeed, relationships never die—they only grow stronger when nurtured with love and respect. K.Ragavan 17-8-25

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Small Story 339 A Memorable Independence Day and a Surprise Brunch It was a quiet Saturday morning when Satish unexpectedly called Ram for tea at their usual restaurant. Ram was a bit puzzled—normally, they met every evening at their regular junction with their group of friends. Something felt different today. Satish greeted Ram warmly and asked him to sit across the table. Without much delay, he ordered brunch for both of them. "You must be wondering why I suddenly called you," Satish said, smiling. Ram nodded curiously. Satish continued, "You know my daughter in the US? She recently completed her post-graduation and got promoted in her company. Since you’ve known her from childhood, she wanted to share the news with you through me." "That’s amazing news!" Ram responded cheerfully. "Vasanthy has always been a bright kid. My daughter and yours have been good friends for so long. I’m happy to hear that." As they began enjoying their meal, Satish leaned in and asked quietly, "By the way, how were the Independence Day celebrations in your apartment? I was away on work and couldn’t attend." Ram smiled, his eyes lighting up with the memory. "Oh, it was truly wonderful this year. My friend Vijeyendran was the chief guest. He gave an inspiring speech about his journey, India’s progress, and the spirit of independence." "Sounds interesting," said Satish. "It was," Ram nodded. "He spoke about how mentors and great personalities helped him climb the ladder of success. The most striking part was his association with old famous cricket legends and his storytelling style. The way he compared the past and present, and his reflections on today’s youth, were very thoughtful." Ram paused, then added, "He even shared how his father used to celebrate Independence Day in the early years of free India. That part was especially touching. His language, vocabulary, and delivery made the event unforgettable. Plus, with his three decades of overseas experience in the Middle East, his perspective added real depth." Satish smiled. "With the way you're describing it, I feel like I was there. I missed something special." "You did," Ram chuckled. "But I’m glad I could share it with you." After brunch, the two old friends parted ways, their bond a little stronger, and hearts a little fuller—with pride, nostalgia, and happiness. K. Ragavan 16-08-25

Letter

Letter Published in New IndiaAbroadUSA on 15Aug 25 On the Auspicious Occasion of India’s 79th Independence Day As a proud senior citizen of India—two years elder to our great nation’s independence—I take this moment to reflect on the extraordinary journey Bharat has traversed over the last 78 years. From the slow-moving trams of the early days to today’s rapid air travel, the transformation in every sphere of life is truly admirable. Ever since India attained independence in 1947, the country has been on a steady path of growth and development. Initially led by the Congress, the foundation for progress was laid. However, it is from 2014 onwards, under the strong leadership of Prime Minister Shri Narendra Modiji and the NDA government, that India has truly stepped into the global spotlight. Today, India is not only being spoken of in global economic discussions but is also admired for its swift development and bold reforms. I am particularly inspired by the remarkable progress in: Banking Sector Modernization Digital India Initiatives Exports, particularly in the Pharma sector, which have elevated India's global respect Security and counter-terrorism, where stringent actions have restored public confidence Kashmir integration and improved governance in sensitive regions Women’s safety, empowerment, and legislative reforms in support of gender equality Our tourism sector has witnessed vast development, notwithstanding unfortunate incidents like the recent Pahalgam episode. The Indian Railways is being transformed with modern coaches, new train routes, and globally recognized designs and quality. India’s infrastructure boom—including expressways, airports, and rural connectivity—along with digital payment systems and toilet construction in remote areas under the Swachh Bharat Mission, has significantly uplifted our social standards. In sports, our athletes are consistently bringing glory to the nation, proving India's potential on the world stage. Despite the presence of a multi-party system and frequent political opposition, our democracy thrives. India continues to uphold secularism, respect for all religions, and unity in diversity. These are key pillars of Bharat’s strength. As a senior citizen who has witnessed this evolution first-hand, my humble wish is to see: Continued growth in all sectors Improved healthcare infrastructure, with affordable medicine under schemes like Pradhan Mantri Jan Aushadhi Accessible and quality education for all, especially merit-based opportunities regardless of background Respect and recognition for qualified professionals, with fair remuneration to retain talent for India’s future India stands today as a rising global leader, rooted in its heritage and reaching for the stars. On this joyous occasion, I extend my warmest wishes to Global Indians and the entire New India Abroad team. May we all continue to work together toward a prosperous, united, and empowered India. Wishing you all a very Happy and Healthy 79th Independence Day. K.Ragavan https://www.narendramodi.in/network/userpost-task/689ee12b4a1ca46770551cc4 via MyNt

Happy Independenceday.

wishing the entire Google Team and fellow indians AVery Happy and Healthy Independenceday.

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Small Story 338 Nothing Is Permanent-AStory of Friendship and Healing Radhika and Rekha were close friends who had worked together in the same audit department for nearly twenty years. Life had been steady and fulfilling—until tragedy struck. Radhika’s beloved son, Anoop, met with a fatal accident in Bengaluru, along with his friend Rakesh. Anoop had been a brilliant student who had won a scholarship to a prestigious university in the United States. His untimely death shattered Radhika. Soon after, Radhika took voluntary retirement and moved to Mumbai, where her husband had been transferred to a leading IT firm. Rekha, meanwhile, continued to live in Bengaluru with her family. Her daughter had recently gotten married, and her husband, Dr. Ramesh, worked in a local hospital. Although the two friends had shared so much in the past, they hadn’t met for almost seven years. Their communication was limited to the occasional message or phone call. But the bond between them remained. One morning, Rekha found herself missing Radhika deeply. She told her husband, “I have to see her. I just feel I need to.” Surprised but supportive, Dr. Ramesh encouraged her to go. Their daughter Nisha, who lived nearby, agreed it was a good idea. Rekha quickly booked a 6 PM flight to Mumbai, planning to surprise her old friend. That evening, Rekha arrived at Bengaluru International Airport and entered the domestic departures terminal. As she was passing through security, she heard someone calling from behind, followed by the sound of clapping. She turned around—and to her utter amazement, there stood Radhika, just stepping out from the arrival area. The two friends stood frozen for a moment before rushing into each other’s arms, overwhelmed with emotion. After their long hug, Radhika called her husband and simply said, “I’ve reached Rekha’s place safely.” On their way back to Rekha’s home, Radhika opened up. “I had a sleepless night yesterday,” she said softly. “I kept thinking of you, of our old days. I suddenly realized how much I missed you. And maybe... maybe I was just too stubborn back then, too attached to the past. I thought I couldn’t move on from Anoop’s death. But now I see—nothing is permanent. Everything changes. And we must accept reality.” Rekha nodded, tears in her eyes. “You’re right, Radhika. Nothing is permanent in this world—neither pain, nor happiness. But friendship like ours... maybe that's the one thing that stays.”Above all we met our independence day today will have more bonding in our friendship. K.Ragavan 15-8-25

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Small Story 337 Sandeep’s Gratitude – Vittal's Unexpected Blessing Padma was anxiously waiting for her husband Vittal. After finishing his evening walk, Vittal returned to their modest flat — just 750 square feet, but sufficient for the two of them. They had no children of their own, but they were content, often attending friends’ family functions and blessing other children with genuine affection. After retiring from a private company with a modest settlement, Vittal managed to live happily on the meagre bank interest, while Padma supported their monthly expenses by offering maths tuition. The flat they lived in was owned by a close friend, given to them at a very reasonable rent for ten years post-retirement. As Vittal settled into his chair, Padma served him snacks and quietly mentioned, "Your friend is planning to move to New Zealand to live with his son. He intends to sell this flat within a month." Vittal paused, absorbed the news, and simply said, “God will help us find another home with similar rent.” They had weathered many storms together with faith and humility. A few days later, while reading the newspaper, the doorbell rang. Vittal opened the door to find a young man in his mid-twenties standing there with a warm smile. “Uncle, do you recognize me? I’m Sandeep, son of your friend Swamy,” he said. Vittal was surprised and delighted to see how grown and confident Sandeep had become. Padma welcomed him in and served snacks as he handed over a large box filled with sweets and dry fruits. “Uncle,” Sandeep began, “fifteen years ago, my father told me how you selflessly helped him get a bank loan of three lakhs when he was struggling. Later, when he fell ill and couldn’t repay, you quietly cleared the loan yourself — without ever mentioning it to anyone.” Vittal nodded, moved but still humble. Sandeep continued, “Thanks to that support, my father's business flourished and now has many branches. Before his passing, he told me to always remember and repay your kindness. I’ve recently settled in the U.S., and yesterday, I bought this house — from your landlord, who is actually my friend’s father — and transferred the ownership to your name.” Vittal and Padma were speechless. Tears welled up in their eyes. Padma could barely whisper, “We didn’t expect such gratitude…” Sandeep gently said, “You both should live peacefully in this home for the rest of your days, just like my parents wished to.” After Sandeep left, Vittal lit a small lamp before the family deity — whose name he bore — and offered silent prayers of gratitude for this unexpected, divine blessing. K.Ragavan 14-8-25

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SmallStory 336 A Sportive and Reading Spirit Rajesh came home from the office at 6 PM. His wife, Manjula, greeted him with tea and snacks. "Hey dear, how was your journey today?" she asked warmly. "Fine," Rajesh replied. "I saved 30 minutes today. In the coming days, it’ll be even better. Since this Metro line was introduced recently, I’m relieved from the stress of driving." "That’s good!" Manjula smiled. "I have a small request. I want to become a member of the new circulating library nearby. The monthly subscription is 500 rupees. I hope you’ll consider it—now that you're commuting by Metro instead of driving." "Do you think I’ll save 500 rupees in petrol?" Rajesh asked thoughtfully. "Certainly, dear," she said confidently. "Okay, done," Rajesh agreed. Just then, their son Rahul came in. "Dad, I want to join the newly started cricket team. Can you please give me 250 rupees for the registration?" Rajesh whispered, "Everyone is putting their demands at once! I’m not sure if I’ll be saving 750 rupees just by switching to the Metro." After thinking for a moment, Rajesh smiled and said, "Alright, I’ll approve both." He made the decision because he valued both reading and playing cricket. Both were passions that could shape a brighter future. Rajesh himself had inherited the love of reading from his father, and his passion for cricket came from his uncle. After the announcement, Manjula thanked him, saying, “You never say no, dear.” "Yes, Dad!" Rahul chimed in with a big smile. K.Ragavan 13-8-25

Recent stray digs development.

Recent Developments on Stray Dogs in India In a recent ruling, the top court of India ordered that stray dogs should be moved to shelters within a few weeks. This decision has sparked a wide range of opinions from activists, animal lovers, and the general public. On one hand, as a dog lover myself, I care deeply about the well-being of innocent puppies. However, I also believe we cannot ignore the increasing incidents of stray dog attacks, including cases where innocent people have been seriously injured or even killed in several states. This is a sensitive issue that must be handled with compassion as well as practicality. Public safety must be prioritized, but humane treatment of animals is equally important. Some activists have revealed that sheltering and feeding a single stray dog costs around ₹2,500 per month. This raises serious concerns about the financial feasibility of large-scale shelter management, especially in densely populated areas with thousands of strays. A sustainable solution must be found — one that ensures the safety of people, avoids unnecessary public expenses, and treats stray dogs with dignity. Not all dogs are fortunate; while some live like royalty in the comfort of their owners' homes, many others struggle to survive on the streets. Everyone is eagerly waiting to see what balanced and effective steps will be taken on this crucial issue. K.Ragavan --

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Small Story 335 Forward Padmanaban Murthy and Ramesh never expected a call from their old buddy Padmanaban, inviting them for a tea get-together at his new house in JP Nagar. Sharply at 4:30 PM, both arrived at Padmanaban’s residence. His wife, Malathi, greeted them warmly and invited them to sit on the sofa. A few minutes later, Padmanaban came out of his room and welcomed them with a smile. “You’ll be surprised why I called you today,” he began. “I officially retired from my business last week. Today, I turn 70, and I felt this was the right time to hand things over. My son Vijay has taken my place.” He continued, “For the past four and a half decades, I’ve been running a successful clearing and forwarding business. I’ve earned a good name and reputation in the field. Now, Vijay—who studied management at a reputed institute in India—was eager to take the reins. So, he resigned from his previous job to continue the legacy.” Murthy and Ramesh listened attentively as Padmanaban went on. “That’s one reason for this gathering,” he said. “The other is my 70th birthday. I just wanted to share this special moment with my good old buddies. I’ll have a bigger celebration on my actual star birthday and will invite everyone then.” He paused for a moment and smiled. “Now that I’m retired, I’ve decided to focus on something new—my WhatsApp group. I’ll be sharing useful and healthy information with my contacts, planning to send messages to around 200 people regularly.” Then he added with a chuckle, “I request you and the others to read the messages and delete them the same day. WhatsApp is purely an entertainment platform—so keep the good things in your mind and delete the messages. It saves space and reduces traffic on the app.” “Absolutely correct,” both friends nodded in agreement. Just then, Malathi entered the room with a tray full of sweets—halwa, badam cake, and snacks. The aroma filled the room, and the mood turned festive. As they were leaving, Murthy and Ramesh whispered with a grin, “All these years, you were doing clearing and forwarding… but from tomorrow, you’ll be doing only forwarding—and deleting! From now on, we’ll call you Forward Padmanaban! A fitting title, don’t you think?” Padmanaban laughed heartily as the friends shared a warm handshake. K.Ragavan 12-8-25

Tribute to Anveshane film887.

Anveshane is another excellent film I watched recently. Though it was made over four decades ago, it remains engaging and has maintained its suspense masterfully. Directed by the award-winning filmmaker T.S. Nagabharana, this movie stands out as a fine example of storytelling. Even though Anveshane was a remake by Nagabharana, he managed to keep it lively and impactful. The late stalwart Girish Karnad, Bala Krishna, and the legendary Smita Patil delivered memorable performances. Alongside them, other stalwarts like Anant Nag, Ramesh Bhat, and Sundar Raj added depth to the film with their acting prowess. Technically, the film is equally impressive. S. Ramachandra’s cinematography created a strong visual framework, while Vijaya Bhaskar’s music enriched the film’s emotional layers. Stanley’s editing kept the narrative crisp and helped maintain the suspense throughout. Despite being an old film, Anveshane still feels fresh and compelling. It is no surprise that it won third place in the Karnataka State Film Awards, which is truly commendable. K.Ragavan 11-8-25.

Small Story 334.

Small Story 334: A Journey of Conversations – Vande Bharat Reunion The Vande Bharat Express had just started its journey from Chennai to Madurai. After settling into his seat and placing his bag securely in the overhead rack, Anand felt at ease. As the train picked up speed, the passenger next to him turned and asked politely, “Sir, do you have any books to read with you?” Anand looked at the man. He appeared to be around his age and carried himself with a certain decency. “Normally, I bring a book along, but this time I forgot. Just as I reached the station, my wife called and said it was still on the table at home.” “Ah, these things happen,” the neighbor replied with a knowing smile. The train reached Villupuram, and the neighbor suggested, “Shall we have some tea?” “I usually don’t take tea a second time before 3 PM,” Anand responded. “Alright,” said the neighbor and got off to grab a cup for himself. He returned shortly after, refreshed. A while later, the neighbor asked, “Seen any good movies recently?” “I rarely watch movies,” Anand replied. “When I visit the US, I sometimes catch a few daytime shows on the home theater with my children.” The neighbor then offered him a sweet. “Thank you, but I usually avoid sweets,” Anand said politely. As the train reached Trichy, the compartments began to fill with new passengers. The quiet hum of conversation picked up. Approaching Sholavandan, the neighbor pointed out the window and said, “This is a fertile region. Have you been here before?” “Not really,” said Anand. “I’ve hardly been outside Madurai except to big cities like Dindigul and Palani.” As the train neared Madurai, the neighbor turned to Anand once more and said, “Now tell me, my friend... Normally, Anand?” Anand’s eyes widened in surprise. “Hey... my old frequent question! Govind, is it really you?” After a stunned moment, they both burst into laughter. “After four decades, we’re meeting again,” Anand said, amazed. “You still remember my usual expressions.” “How could I forget?” Govind replied warmly. “Anand is always Anand.” They exchanged phone numbers as they got off at Madurai station, promising to meet the next day. As Anand stepped off the train, he whispered to himself with a smile, “An amazing Madurai journey.” K.Ragavan 11-8-25

Small Story 333.

Small Story 333: The Powerful Yellow Line Murali was delighted to read in the newspaper that the new Metro Yellow Line will be inaugurated by the Honorable Prime Minister in a grand celebration on 10 August.Just then, his phone rang. It was his friend Mukund. “Hey, did you see the news?” Mukund asked excitedly. “Our commuting problems will finally be over! We can go to the office by Metro soon.” “True,” replied Murali smiling. “My better half, Lalitha, is already preparing sweets to distribute to our neighbors in the apartment.” Around twenty families lived in their housing complex, and everyone was thrilled by the news. “Yes,” nodded Mukund, “Even though the project was delayed, it's finally happening. Metro connectivity is such a game-changer—for office, college, and even shopping trips!” “Our city may have developed late,” Murali agreed, “but commuting has remained a nightmare. At least now, some areas will benefit.” “If people start using fewer personal vehicles, traffic will become smoother, and everyone will save time,” added Mukund thoughtfully. At that moment, Lalitha entered the room with a plate of freshly made Mysore Pak. She took the phone from Murali and said, “Anna, can I send your favorite Mysore Pak by courier?” “Thank you so much, Sister,” Mukund replied warmly. “But no need to send it. Just the thought is sweet enough.” “Alright,” said Lalitha with a smile. “Take care.” Mukund hung up, and Murali began getting ready for what he hoped would be his last day of travel via the usual congested route. A new chapter in city commuting was about to begin. K.Ragavan 10-8-25

SmallStory 332.

Small Story 332. "The Champion's Birthday Surprise" Sumathi was delighted to see her friends arriving at her flat for the get-together function in celebration of her father's 60th birthday. Her father, Sethu, had recently retired after a long career as an engineer in the ceramic industry. Sethu warmly greeted Sumathi’s friends — Anitha and Sophia, her close colleagues. A few more guests from the apartment complex also joined the celebration. Around thirty people had gathered in the hall. The caterer brought in a delicious variety of dishes, including several sweets and festive items. After everyone wished Sethu and his wife, Nandhini, a happy birthday, Sumathi began serving the food. At that moment, Sophia whispered to Sumathi, “Can I take a minute to say something?” Sumathi nodded with a smile. Sophia stood up and said, “I would like to wish my dear friend’s father — my respected uncle — a very happy and healthy birthday. Many of you may not know, but uncle is also a gifted poet and has received the Champion Award from various magazines for his creative work. On this special occasion, I would like to present him with a humble gift — this 'Champion' pen — wishing him many more awards and beautiful poems in the days to come.” Sumathi hadn’t expected this heartfelt gesture from Sophia. She nodded appreciatively and said, “That’s wonderful, Sophia.” Nandhini and Sethu were touched and blessed Sophia for her kind words and thoughtful gift. The guests were pleasantly surprised to learn that Sethu was not only a skilled ceramic engineer but also a poetic Champion in his own right. After a delicious dinner and warm conversations, the guests departed happily, feeling honored to have celebrated the Champion’s Birthday. 9-8-25

Letter.

Letter Published in The National UAE on 8 August 25 The fallout of US tariffs With reference to Thomas Watkins's report Trump announces 25% US tariff on India 'for buying Russian weapons and energy' (July 30): This has sparked concern from several countries, including India. While the official response from New Delhi is awaited, analysts believe that India may explore diplomatic channels to negotiate or push back against the decision, especially given its strategic autonomy in foreign policy. Critics argue that such measures could harm global trade relations and escalate tensions among major economies at a time when global co-operation is crucial. India’s response to this tariff will be closely watched, as it could set the tone for future engagements between the two nations, especially in areas of defence, trade, and strategic partnerships. Still the US is keeping to its terms and India to its national interests. We will have to wait and see the outcome. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 331.

Small Story 331 Dad's Groundnut Chikki Castle Muthu visited his office to meet the accountant and collect the loan cheque for his house construction. He had taken a week’s leave to oversee the initial stages of the project. Accountant Swamy greeted him warmly, handed over the cheque for ₹15 lakhs, and offered him a cup of tea. Muthu, a Sales Supervisor in a leading trading company, had served there for over 25 years. Now, he was finally building his dream home on a plot he had bought a decade ago in Gubbalala—an area that has rapidly developed in recent years. Muthu’s only daughter, Lakshmi, works in a top IT company and earns a good salary. His wife, Ragini, is a Tamil writer who contributes regularly to a popular Tamil magazine. Currently, they live in a rented 3-bedroom apartment, paying ₹50,000 per month plus maintenance charges. The total budget for his dream house is around ₹3 crores, excluding the cost of the land. Accountant Prakash, while handing over the cheque, casually enquired about Lakshmi. Muthu knew that Prakash hoped to see his son, Viswa, marry Lakshmi. But Lakshmi hadn’t expressed any opinion about the matter. After receiving the cheque, Muthu went to the bank and deposited it. Though he dislikes borrowing, a sudden increase in building material prices had created a shortfall of ₹10 lakhs. However, thanks to his diligent savings over the last 20 years—and the combined income of the family—he managed without needing to take any major loans. Only this small bank loan was necessary now. Muthu is careful with money and avoids obligations. He often tells his friends, “All by God’s grace, I’ve never had to borrow from friends or relatives.” Prakash always says, “Muthu is an example of good values and financial discipline.” To that, Muthu proudly replies, “My father was from Kovilpatti—a town known for groundnut chikkies. He used to sell them on a cycle, going door to door. He made sure I completed my M.A. before he passed away.” His father, Shanmugam Pillai—popularly known in business circles—had built the successful snack brand ‘Muthu Chikkies’ from scratch. Muthu is deeply proud of his father’s legacy and principles. After his father's demise, Muthu gave that establishment to his aunt’s family, as per his dad’s request—since his aunt was a widow with one handicapped son. He often says, “My dad is my hero. He worked hard and built our family’s dignity. His blessings have brought me this far, and they will continue to bless Lakshmi too.” K. Ragavan 8-8-25

Tribute 886.

Tribute to Ulagammai – A Powerful Tamil Film Recently, I had the opportunity to watch the Tamil film Ulagammai on a YouTube channel, and I was deeply moved by its story and presentation. Based on the original novel by the renowned writer Samudram, the film has been beautifully adapted and directed by V. Jayaprakash. The story revolves around Ulagammai, a bold and resilient woman who faces numerous hurdles rooted in age-old traditions and societal norms. Her strength and courage in the face of adversity are the soul of the film. The backdrop of rural life is captured authentically, and the visuals reflect the era with a pleasing touch, thanks to the excellent cinematography by Mani. The film’s editing, handled by my good friend Suresh Urs, is crisp and enhances the storytelling with a smooth narrative flow. The background score deserves special mention, as it subtly yet powerfully supports the emotional depth of the film and the oppressive atmosphere created by the villagers' harassment. Gouri Kishan, in the title role of Ulagammai, delivers a commendable performance, embodying strength, pain, and determination with grace. Supporting actors Marimuthu, Vetri Mithran, Pranav, and others have also performed their roles convincingly, contributing to the film’s authenticity. Set decades ago, the film uses respectful and period-appropriate dialogue that transports the viewer to a time when caste discrimination and social hierarchy were rampant. The struggle for human rights is portrayed with sensitivity and intensity, shedding light on the suffering and suppression faced by the lower castes. Ulagammai is not just a film—it's a heartfelt portrayal of resilience, injustice, and the fight for dignity. The director has done justice to Samudram’s powerful novel, making it a touching and thought-provoking cinematic experience. Though released two years ago, the film remains relevant and impactful. A truly moving film that deserves wider recognition for its honest depiction of caste discrimination and the courage to speak against it. K.Ragavan

Good Friendship.

Dear Kumar Castle Friends, It was truly a memorable meeting after such a long time, reconnecting with our dear friend Mr. Prasad and others. We reminisced about the wonderful moments we shared and the unforgettable times spent together at our beloved Kumar Castles apartment. As we approach October 25, we mark an incredible milestone — 13 amazing years of friendship and bonding. Just like the strong foundation of Kumar Castles, I am confident that our friendship too will stand tall and endure like a castle — timeless and unshakable. Looking forward to many more years of togetherness and cherished memories. With warm regards, K.Ragavan 6-8-25 -

Small Story

Small Story 330. A Pleasant Decision Devaki was waiting for her husband, Seshan, to return from his morning walk. She had some exciting news to share over tea. As Seshan entered the house, he was greeted by Devaki’s warm, smiling face. “Dear, can I bring you tea?” she asked. “Why the second time today?” Seshan asked with curiosity. “I’m just happy and wanted to treat you again,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “Why, what’s the matter?” whispered Seshan, sensing something important. Devaki sat beside him and said, “Ten minutes ago, I received a call from both our boys, Ram and Lakshman. They told me they’ll be moving totheir new Jayanagarnew apartments in three months. The surprising part is—they want us to move in with them.” “Why so suddenly?” asked Seshan, surprised. “They’re moving 10 kilometers away from here, and they don’t want us living alone. Their wives, Vasanthy and Ambujam, also want us to come. They’re all visiting this evening to talk in person.” That evening, both sons arrived with sweets, accompanied by their wives. They shared their plan: Once their new homes are ready, Seshan and Devaki would alternate their stay between the two homes every fifteen days. The grandchildren were excited too, as they were deeply attached to their grandparents. Seshan, a retired engineer at 75, and Devaki, 70, were touched. Both sons, now project managers in a reputed firm, had always respected their parents. More heartwarming was the love and respect shown by their daughters-in-law, who had no parents of their own and treated Seshan and Devaki as their own. After the family left, having shared laughter, snacks, and sweets, Seshan said thoughtfully, “We are truly blessed. Having such sons is a fortune, but having daughters-in-law who love and respect us like this—now that is rare.” Devaki nodded in agreement. “Yes, dear. In today’s world, this love and respect are worth more than crores of rupees.” K.Ragavan 7-8-25

Small Story 329.

Small Story 329: A Genuine Decision Vasanthy and her children gathered in the hall to discuss the upcoming 80th birthday celebration of her husband, Ram, a retired IB diplomat. Their daughter, Roshani, nodded and said, “I want to celebrate Dad's birthday in a big hall, with at least 500 guests, a beautiful lunch, and by distributing sweets.” Her brother, Suman, who had arrived from the US ten days in advance, agreed wholeheartedly. Vasanthy also liked the idea of a grand celebration. Ram had gone out for his usual evening visit with friends. When he returned, everyone eagerly shared their plans and mentioned a budget of 8 lakhs for the event. Ram listened carefully and said, “I appreciate your enthusiasm and the idea of inviting 500 people. But I was thinking of something simpler—just a small ritual at the temple. After that, I have selected three deserving institutions where we can sponsor meals. One is a home for senior citizens who live alone. Another is a school for blind young students. The third is a hostel for abandoned children.” He paused and added, “This may not be the usual format for a celebration, but it would bring me more satisfaction. Also, handling 500 guests will be a logistical challenge.” He looked at his family and said gently, “I hope you will support this idea.” Roshani and Suman, knowing their father's nature, nodded in agreement. They had always admired how he thought beyond himself. Vasanthy who had known and loved Ram for more than 55 years, was not surprised. His department had long respected his ability to make wise and thoughtful decisions. “My dear Ram is truly great,” vasanthywhispered with a shy smile. K.Ragavan 6-8-25 -

Tribute 885.

Tribute to the Versatile Actor Madhan Bob 885 The departure of the great and versatile actor Madhan Bob is truly a significant loss to the Indian film industry. Known for his unique and infectious laugh, he brought life and charm to every role he played, whether it was in comedy, supporting roles, or brief appearances that still left a lasting impression. With a filmography of over a hundred films, Madhan Bob stood out for his impeccable timing, expressive face, and the natural ease with which he performed. He shared the screen with all the leading actors of his time and left his mark in every collaboration. Some unforgettable films where his presence was especially memorable include Friends, Tenali, Gemini, and many others. His performances always added a touch of humor and humanity, making the audience smile even in serious moments. Beyond acting, Madhan Bob was also known for his appearances on television, including as a judge on comedy shows, where his hearty laugh and warm presence made him a favorite among viewers of all ages. His legacy will continue to inspire aspiring actors and bring joy to fans through the timeless roles he played. Rest in peace, Madhan Bob — your laughter and spirit will never be forgotten. K.Ragavan

Small Story 328.

Small Story 328 Brotherly Bond Above Money Ramu hesitated to press the calling bell of his brother Raju’s flat. The reason? A bitter argument they had three years ago regarding their father's property. Ramu believed Raju was hiding something about their father's will, and in anger, had declared he didn’t want any share and walked away. Now, time had passed. Ramu’s daughter Anupa’s marriage was fixed, and he found himself short of fifty thousand rupees. After much thought and inner turmoil, he finally gathered the courage and pressed the bell. Raju opened the door and greeted him as usual, with warmth. His sister-in-law, Nirmala, welcomed him in and asked him to stay for lunch. Ramu gave her a box of sweets, asked about her parents, and their son, Nath. Nirmala smiled and said Nath was working in Mumbai and was doing well. Then came the moment. Raju looked at Ramu and gently asked, “What brings you here after three years?” Ramu, humbly, explained, “Anupa’s marriage has been fixed. I need fifty thousand rupees. If you could give me whatever share I deserve from our father’s property, I would accept it now without questioning anything.” Raju sighed. “Ramu, you always thought I was hiding something and not giving you your share. But let me remind you—we are the sons of retired, honest Headmaster Sundaresh. He taught us to live with values, integrity, and to respect everyone, regardless of religion or status.” He continued, “Our father made a will, dividing the property into three equal parts—one for you, one for me, and one for a charitable trust to support deserving students and help in marriages of poor girls. When you asked about the will three years ago, I had already submitted it to our lawyer, who was abroad at the time. He returned after three months and executed the will. But by then, you had walked away, misunderstanding me.” Raju handed the will to Ramu, who read it silently, eyes welling with tears. He looked at Raju and said, “I’m sorry. I failed to understand you. I forgot we are Headmaster Sundaresh’s sons.” Raju hugged him and replied, “Don’t worry. I’m your brother. The fifty thousand rupees you need for Anupa’s wedding—I’ll give it. And your share of the property is safe and always yours.” With tears in his eyes, Ramu thanked his noble-hearted brother. Nirmala, standing nearby, smiled warmly and whispered, “Finally, the misunderstanding in our family is cleared.” K.Ragavan 5-8-25

Small Story 327

Small Story 327: Divine Reunion in Madurai Kanaka was seated in the train, ready to depart for Madurai. She worked as a teacher for higher secondary classes and was heading there to attend an educational seminar at Madura College School. When the train arrived in Madurai, her friend Uma, who had come from Villupuram, greeted her warmly. They took an auto to the convention hall and checked into the room booked by the organizers. After settling in, they went to the canteen for a light dinner, as it was already 7 PM. Later, back in their room, they turned on the TV, which was covering news about Madurai and updates on the city’s famous temples. Kanaka smiled as she saw how much the city had developed. It had been eight years since she left Madurai for Chennai. The memories of her past came flooding back—especially those of Kannan, her former boyfriend, who had once worked as an editor for a leading newspaper. Due to a misunderstanding, they had lost contact, and Kannan had been transferred to Bengaluru. Her thoughts were interrupted by Uma. “Hey, what are you thinking?” Uma asked. “Nothing,” Kanaka replied with a gentle nod. At 28, Kanaka was still charming and pleasant. Uma, 27, was equally vibrant and energetic. The next day, they attended the convention, which had over forty teachers from across Tamil Nadu. By evening, Kanaka decided to visit a temple, while Uma, who had to meet a relative, couldn’t join her. Kanaka made her way to the North Masi Street Krishna Temple—a place filled with memories. As she handed over the archanai ticket, she gave both her name and Kannan’s name. To her surprise, a familiar voice repeated the names. She turned, stunned—and there he was. Kannan himself, standing near the sanctum. Their eyes met, filled with emotion and disbelief. After completing their prayers, they walked to a nearby restaurant—the same one where they used to meet. Kannan looked at her and asked, “Where are you now? Married?” Kanaka smiled and asked him the same. Kannan replied, “For the past seven years, I’ve been coming here on this very day, hoping to see you again. I always prayed that if you were still single, fate would bring us back together.” Kanaka’s eyes welled with tears. The depth of Kannan’s love and patience touched her soul. Without hesitation, she said, “I’m joining you, Kannan,” and embraced him. In the sacred city of Madurai, their love—once lost—found its way back. Proving that true love, when blessed, always finds a way. K.Ragavan 4-8-25

Tribute 884.

A Tribute to the Versatile actorM.S. Bhaskar 884 Today, I would like to pay tribute to the immensely talented and versatile actor M.S. Bhaskar. He began his journey in the world of performance through theatre, where he honed his craft as both an actor and a dubbing artist, steadily building a reputation for his powerful screen presence and natural flair. Over the years, he has carved a niche for himself in the Tamil film industry, earning the admiration of audiences and critics alike. With a career spanning over 100 films, Bhaskar has portrayed a wide range of characters – from emotional and intense roles to comedic and supporting ones – always delivering with authenticity and depth. He doesn’t just act; he lives every role he plays, making his performances memorable and impactful. One of the crowning moments of his career came recently when he was bestowed with the National Film Award for Best Supporting Actor for his outstanding performance in the Tamil film Parking (2023). It is a richly deserved honor and a proud moment not just for him but for all his admirers. He has been part of many acclaimed films, including Dasavatharam, Mozhi, 8 Thottakkal, Sivaji, and Thani Oruvan, among others. His work is consistently praised for its depth, timing, and subtlety. Beyond acting, Bhaskar’s contributions as a dubbing artist have also added tremendous value to the industry. His voice work has enhanced the performances of many actors, and his dedication behind the scenes is just as commendable as his presence on screen. M.S. Bhaskar is truly an asset to Indian cinema. His recent recognition is not just a celebration of his performance in Parking, but a testament to his lifelong commitment to the craft of storytelling. K.Ragavan 4-8-25

Small Story 326.

Small Story 326 A Unique Way of Staying Connected Basavaraj arrived ten minutes early at the restaurant and waited patiently for Ram and the other friends. As the clock ticked, Ram entered, followed shortly by two more of their close companions. They all took their seats around a round table. Ram called the waiter and placed their order. The restaurant had a warm ambiance, known for its spacious seating and delicious South Indian sweets and dishes. Friend Narendranath initiated the conversation: "Ram, I wanted to say—every six months, you invite us for tea and a small get-together like this. I truly appreciate your thoughtful way of staying connected in such a pleasant environment." Ram smiled and began his response: "Thank you all for gathering here. I’ve been a part of this group for over half a decade now, and I truly value our daily meetups and the warm hospitality we all share. Back in my marketing days, I used to host friends regularly at hotels and at home. But as time passed, with age and increasing responsibilities at home, I found it difficult to invite everyone to my house. So, I’ve come up with a different way—I now host these small gatherings in restaurants, inviting everyone in batches. I continue to include you all in family events like weddings and other celebrations, but I avoid putting pressure on the family at home, especially as we all grow older and have our own limitations. I believe this method ensures we stay connected without creating additional domestic responsibilities. I encourage you to consider the same approach—it’s less intrusive for our families, and it still helps us nurture our bond. Beyond our daily interactions, these occasional meetups, along with family functions, strengthen our relationship. Above all, what I cherish most is the mutual respect and understanding within our group. As our spouses also age, this way of meeting respects everyone's time and energy." All the friends nodded in agreement and whispered among themselves, impressed: "This really is something unique." After enjoying a delightful meal of tiffin and sweets, they all parted ways, carrying with them fond memories—and a fresh, thoughtful perspective from Ram. K.Ragavan 3-8-25

Small Story 325.

Small Story 325 A Memorable 70th Birthday and a Delicious Celebration Ram entered the spacious hall where his friend Shekhar had organized a grand celebration for his 70th birthday. All their close group friends were present, and the rituals were beautifully performed by learned scholars—it was a delight to witness and hear. Ram warmly wished Shekhar, who took the time to introduce him to all his family members, though a few were already familiar. It was Ram’s first time attending such a large family gathering within their group, and he felt happy meeting everyone in person. After the rituals, and with heartfelt wishes and blessings from the elders, the event continued gracefully. More than 250 people had gathered to celebrate, and the entire function was captured on video. During the musical session, nostalgic Kannada and Hindi songs filled the air, thoroughly enjoyed by everyone. Even group friends calling in from abroad to wish Shekhar reflected the strong rapport he had maintained over the years. Then came the highlight—a delicious lunch, served with a wide variety of dishes, topped off with three different sweets, making the occasion even sweeter. Ram returned home filled with joy. The warm response from the group reflected the deep bond they all shared with Shekhar. It was truly a memorable day. K. Ragavan 2-8-25