Small Story 385.

Small Story 385: A Strange Coincidence Jyothi was delighted to see Rashmi at the mall. "Hi!" Jyothi greeted her. "What a pleasant surprise to meet you here!" "Hi Jyothi," Rashmi smiled. "We always seem to meet in a mall or a restaurant. How are you?" "I'm fine. You know, even though we meet frequently, we’ve never exchanged numbers." "True," Rashmi agreed. Jyothi whispered, “We’ve been meeting like this for the past three years and never thought to share contact details.” "Come, let’s sit on that bench and talk," Rashmi suggested. They sat and chatted for half an hour, discussing various topics—especially films, old Kannada movies of Rajkumar, and new ones featuring current actors. Before parting, they finally exchanged numbers. A few days later, Rashmi received a call from Jyothi inviting her to her daughter’s birthday party. On the day of the party, Jyothi arrived at Rashmi’s independent house in Jayanagar with her son, Vishwa. It was a large gathering. Seeing them, Rashmi warmly greeted Jyothi and introduced her daughter, Vrindha. To everyone’s surprise, Vishwa was delighted to see Vrindha. “Mom,” he said later, “I’ve met Vrindha a few times before—just like you and Aunty Rashmi—but we also never exchanged numbers.” After a delicious dinner, Jyothi thanked Rashmi. “Just like us, Vishwa and Vrindha have met many times by coincidence. Isn’t it strange?” she said. Rashmi whispered, “ Vrindha is going to Dubai next week for further studies.” Jyothi replied, “What a coincidence! Vishwa is going to Sydney next week too!” Both friends laughed. “What a coincidence indeed,” they said. “This must be destiny—and divine blessings from God.” Everyone agreed, smiling, and then they bid each other goodbye. K.Ragavan 1-10-25

Small Story 384.

Small Story 384 A Memorable Visit to Dubai Santhosh returned to his hometown Chennai after spending twelve days in Dubai. His father, Mani, greeted him warmly as he arrived home. Santhosh and Roopesh had been classmates for years. Roopesh now works as a Web Editor for a leading news journal and had recently gotten married in Dubai. Unfortunately, Santhosh couldn't attend the wedding, but Roopesh had later invited him to visit Dubai—to spend some time together and also to watch an Asia Cup cricket match. Santhosh accepted the invitation and had a wonderful time. Today, he returned home with many cherished memories, especially of witnessing India’s match at the Asia Cup. “How was your trip?” his father asked with joy. “Memorable, Dad! Dubai is such a vibrant and elegant city with stunning architecture. The stadium was incredible, and the best part—we won the match!” said Santhosh with excitement. His father’s friend, Prasanna, who was also visiting, whispered, “You went at the perfect time. What a match! And we won.” He added thoughtfully, “Indians are now acknowledged globally—not just for our skills, especially in cricket—but also for our tolerance and friendly nature.” Looking at Santhosh with pride,Mani said “You’re right.”my dear friend. Santhosh’s mother, Lakshmi, had been listening quietly. She smiled and nodded in agreement. “Very true,” she said warmly. K.Ragavan 30-9-25

Small Story 383

Small Sory 383: A Temple Visit That Took a Tragic Turn Ram joined his group of friends after finishing his morning walk. He immediately sensed that something was wrong—his friends' faces lacked their usual cheer. Curious and concerned, Ram asked what had happened. Laxmanan spoke with a heavy heart, "Our friend Madhav's grandson Vinay, along with his friend, went to Karur for a temple visit. But on the way, they came across a rally by a famous actor. They decided to attend it out of excitement. Tragically, due to a massive crowd and a stampede, both of them lost their lives." The news stunned everyone. "Madhav just called and informed us," Laxmanan added. Ram sat down, deeply shaken. "Vinay was such a smart and promising young man," he whispered. "This is an irreparable loss to Madhav’s family. They only planned a peaceful temple visit, but fate had something else in store." He paused, then continued, "My sincere appeal to everyone—it's fine to admire movie stars or politicians for their work, but we must be cautious about attending overcrowded rallies or events. Anything can happen in a massive crowd. Sadly, 40 people lost their lives in this stampede. No amount of compensation can bring them back." Everyone around nodded solemnly. Ram concluded, "We should respect their talents, not worship them blindly." The group sat in silence for a few moments, mourning the tragic loss. Then, one by one, they quietly dispersed, each carrying the weight of the day’s sorrow. K.Ragavan 29-9-25

Tragic and Painful incident.

The recent TVK rally held in Karur, which tragically claimed 31 lives, is not only deeply saddening but also incredibly painful. Such heartbreaking incidents highlight the urgent need for better crowd management and stricter safety measures at large public gatherings. While political enthusiasm is understandable, both organizers and attendees must exercise caution and responsibility to prevent such tragedies. Our thoughts are with the families of the victims during this difficult time. A truly sorrowful incident at the well-known town of Karur. K.Ragavan Bengaluru

Small Story 382.

Small Story 382: The Magic Word – Bhyrappa Rama Seshan started out for his morning walk when his cute 12-year-old grandson came running up to him. “Hi Thatha! Sorry to disturb you, but I need your help. I have to give a short speech tomorrow at school for a competition.” “Oh, I see,” nodded Rama Seshan. “What’s the occasion?” “It’s the Kannada Literary Function at our school, and I’ve been selected to deliver a speech in my class tomorrow at 12 PM.” “Alright,” said Rama Seshan, smiling. “I’ll prepare something and give it to you this evening after you return from school.” “Thanks, Grandpa!” said Abhilash cheerfully. After finishing his walk and having coffee with his group of friends, Rama Seshan returned home. His better half, Janaki, brought him his favorite tiffin—Rava Upma with sugar. After a bath and his daily routine, Rama Seshan settled into his chair. He closed his eyes and began thinking about the best topic for Abhilash’s speech. A retired PWD engineer with a passion for writing, Rama Seshan was well known for contributing letters and articles to newspapers about public issues. He had a modest reputation in the journalism world. After 25 minutes of reflection and writing, his article for Abhilash was ready. He planned to give it to him in the evening. That evening, Abhilash was thrilled to see the speech prepared by his grandfather. The next day, at 12 PM, he confidently delivered it as part of a competition featuring 10 students from Class 7, across various sections. Later that evening, the results were announced—Abhilash had won first prize! The Literature Society awarded him a cash prize of ₹10 000. Overjoyed, Abhilash came home, hugged his grandfather tightly, and handed him the prize money, saying, “This is for you, Grandpa!” Rama Seshan was deeply moved and smiled with pride. Just then, Janaki came from inside, noticing the joy on both their faces. With a knowing smile, she asked, “So, what was the article about?” Rama Seshan whispered with a twinkle in his eye, “The legend of Kannada literary world—late Dr. S.L. Bhyrappa.” Janaki nodded in approval. “I know you’re a genius, especially with your presence of mind.” Abhilash chimed in, “Yes, Grandma! The magic word 'Bhyrappa' brought the prize—thanks to Grandpa!” K.Ragavan 28-9-25

Small Story 381

Small Story 381 The New Zealand Bride: A Twist of Fate in Bengaluru" Revathy was upset. Her close cousin Mukund's son was getting married in Bengaluru next week, and she hadn’t received an invitation. It hurt her deeply. Mukund and she were once inseparable—they had studied together in Madurai before life took them in different directions. Now, he was settled in New Zealand. That evening, she received a surprise call through Facebook Messenger. It was Arpitha, an old acquaintance who had since moved to New Zealand. They had recently reconnected and become good friends. "Hey Revathy, how are you?" Arpitha greeted warmly. "I’m planning to visit Bengaluru next week. Can you recommend a good hotel?" Revathy quickly replied, “You can stay with us! My son is working in the UAE. It's just my husband and me at home. We’d love to have you.” Arpitha gladly accepted. When she arrived in Bengaluru, Revathy received her at the airport with a big smile. They spent two enjoyable days together before Arpitha expressed her desire to visit Shimoga and some nearby places. Revathy happily joined her, and the two friends set off by car. During the drive, Arpitha casually mentioned, “I was actually supposed to come to Bengaluru last week to attend a friend’s son’s wedding, but it was postponed. The bride’s mother passed away, and the family decided to call it off.” “Oh? What’s the groom’s name?” Revathy asked curiously. “Niranjan,” replied Arpitha. Revathy’s eyes widened in shock. Niranjan was Mukund’s son. Now it made sense—this was why Mukund hadn’t sent her an invitation. He must have felt awkward about it. That evening, she received a call from Mukund. “I didn’t invite anyone, Revathy,” he explained. “The wedding was called off after the bride’s mother passed away. It didn’t feel like a good sign for both families. We’ve decided to wait and find someone else for Niranjan.” Revathy felt a strange sense of relief. The hurt she had felt earlier melted away. After hearing the full story, Arpitha whispered to her, “If the marriage had not been fixed, I was thinking of suggesting my daughter Vrindha for your cousin’s son.” Revathy’s eyes lit up. Without wasting a moment, she called Mukund and told him to get in touch with Arpitha once she was back in New Zealand. And so, fate stepped in. Niranjan’s new match—from faraway New Zealand—was made, all thanks to Revathy and a chance conversation between two friends. K.Ragavan 27-9-25

Tribute to Win Vinaya Foundation.

Tribute to Win Vinaya Foundation In recent months, I have had the privilege of closely observing the commendable work being done by the not-for-profit organization, Win Vinaya Foundation. Their tireless efforts in organizing interactions with specialists from various professional fields — who not only inspire but also actively recruit talented individuals — is truly admirable and impactful. I have known this organization for the past four years, and my respect for their mission and service continues to grow. The dedication they show toward empowering deserving individuals and creating meaningful opportunities is both inspiring and transformative. A heartfelt kudos to the founders, Mr. Shiva Jayagopal and Ms. Akila, for their unwavering commitment and outstanding yeoman service. Their vision and hard work have touched countless lives and continue to make a real difference in the community. May their noble journey grow from strength to strength. K.Ragavan ---

Small Story 380.

Small Story 380 “Miracle on Flight BA 380” Pravin settled into his seat on Flight BA 380, bound for Bengaluru from London. After completing his course with OO1 Academy, he had gone to Philadelphia and solved a complex case. From there, he traveled to Atlanta, cracked two more investigations, and had recently returned to London to meet his future wife. Suganthi and Pravin had liked each other from the start. Their families had given their blessings, and the wedding was fixed to take place in three months at a grand convention hall in Mysore. Suganthi, a highly accomplished psychiatrist, had earned numerous awards by the age of 26, and Pravin admired her deeply — not just for her beauty, but for her intellect and grace. Pravin’s parents lived in Shimoga, and after reporting back to the Academy, he planned to visit them. As he was lost in memories of Suganthi’s smiling face, his thoughts were interrupted by a voice beside him. “Excuse me… I usually book the window seat, and it looks like this one is mine. You might be in the wrong seat.” “Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t notice,” Pravin said politely and shifted to his assigned seat. “Thank you,” she smiled. “I’m Roshani. I work as a bank manager. Came to visit some friends and relatives. Heading back now.” They chatted briefly during the flight, and upon arrival in Bengaluru, exchanged numbers before going their separate ways. A few days later, while Pravin was en route to Mysore, he received a message: “Hey, thank you for your company on the flight. If you're married, your wife is lucky — and if not, your future lady is. You seemed soft-spoken and honest — perfect traits for someone in the investigation field. Besides banking, I’m also a certified face-reading analyst. Take care – Roshani.” Pravin smiled at the unexpected message. Roshani’s words warmed his heart. Fast forward to the wedding reception in Mysore: the hall was buzzing with joy, music, and celebration. As Pravin greeted guests, someone called his name. “I’m so happy for you! My friend Suganthi is lucky to have you!” He turned around, stunned. It was Roshani — holding two large gift boxes and beaming with joy. Sometimes, predictions don’t come true. But in Pravin’s case, the face reader was absolutely right. K.Ragavan 26-9-25

Small Story 379.

Small Story 379 Sweet News and Sweeter Memories – Shanmugam arrived at the regular meeting place of his friends, where he was warmly greeted by the group. They were curious about his absence over the past few days. He explained that his wife, Sobha, had suddenly felt very tired, and the doctor had advised her to take rest. He had stayed at home with her for three days, but now that she was feeling better, she encouraged him to meet his friends — so he had come rushing over. At the meeting, his friend Swamy shared some cheerful news: his grandson was going to Australia for higher studies. To celebrate, Swamy distributed sweets among the friends. Knowing Shanmugam’s love for Halwa — his favorite sweet — Swamy gave him a piece. Shanmugam, smiling, placed it carefully in his bag to take home to Sobha, who also loved Halwa. Seeing this, and aware of Shanmugam’s deep affection for his wife, Swamy thoughtfully added two more pieces to his bag. After spending some time with his friends, Shanmugam returned home. Sobha was waiting eagerly and happily accepted the Halwa. Just then, she received a surprise phone call from their daughter, Vasanthy, who lived in the United States. She invited them to attend her son Vivek’s convocation ceremony in Colorado next month, adding that she would send them tickets and help with the visa soon. “This is truly sweet news,” said Sobha joyfully. Shanmugam, a retired textile engineer who had worked for Harvey Mills in Madurai and won many awards for his service, felt grateful. They had only one daughter, Vasanthy, married to Ram, a quality manager at a pharmaceutical company. They lived in Boulder, Colorado, with their only son Vivek. Just three days later, Shanmugam received the tickets and visa. A month later, the couple landed at Denver airport, where they were warmly received by Vasanthy and Ram. Ram, in his mid-fifties, and Vasanthy, now 50, were delighted to see them. As they drove from the airport, Vasanthy turned to her father and said, “Appa, I have a surprise for you. Ram has bought a house for us!” Shanmugam, though surprised, calmly congratulated Ram and felt deeply touched. When they reached the new home, both Shanmugam and Sobha were awestruck by its beauty and elegance. Their grandson Vivek welcomed them with open arms, and they hugged him with joy, blessing him for a bright future. They attended Vivek’s graduation ceremony, spent a memorable month with the family, and then returned to India. While seated on the plane back home, Sobha leaned towards Shanmugam and smiled, saying, “Swamy Anna gave us sweet Halwa with the sweet news of his grandson’s trip to Australia — and see where it led us. Our own grandson’s graduation brought us to the U.S. It’s all by God’s grace… and your good heart.” Shanmugam nodded, smiled, and added, “Swamy is indeed a good man.” K.Ragavan 25-9-25

Tribute 895

Tribute to the Legendary Writer S. L. Bhyrappa 895 The demise of 94-year-old award-winning novelist and iconic figure of the Kannada literary world, Dr. S. L. Bhyrappa, is an irreplaceable loss to Indian literature. Known for his profound philosophical insight, powerful storytelling, and timeless creations, his contribution to Kannada literature remains unparalleled. His novels, deeply rooted in Indian culture and history, have captivated generations of readers and thinkers. Among his many celebrated works, "Parva" stands out as a monumental reinterpretation of the Mahabharata, blending historical realism with philosophical depth. A recent theatrical adaptation of Parva, directed by the renowned actor and theatre director Prakash Belawadi, brought Bhyrappa’s literary masterpiece to life on stage and created a dramatic cultural impact in the city. The play not only drew critical acclaim but also reignited public discourse around Indian epics and their contemporary relevance. Dr. S. L. Bhyrappa’s voice may have fallen silent, but his words will continue to inspire, challenge, and illuminate minds for generations to come. His legacy is immortal. Om Shanti. K.Ragavan

Small Story 378.

Small Story 378 A Colourful Navaratri and a Surprise for Roshani Shubha was busy welcoming the guests she had invited for the Navaratri festival. Each day, she invited eight of her friends from various professions. Her husband, Mahesh, also invited three of his friends daily. Their house in Jayalakshmipuram was beautifully decorated with vibrant lights, glowing in celebration. For the past ten years, Shubha had been celebrating the vibrant Navaratri with great enthusiasm, and the Mysore Dasara, world-famous for its grand procession, added to the festive spirit. Shubha's daughter, Roshani, was especially excited that day—her childhood friend Vandhana was visiting from Kollegal. Vandhana, who now lives in Singapore, was in town for the holidays and had promised to visit Roshani. As the clock struck 7 PM, Vandhana arrived with her parents. Shubha was delighted to see them after two long years. After a delicious dinner catered by Anand, a well-known chef famous for his Navaratri dishes, the evening continued with laughter and nostalgia. Mysore, being home to many legendary Sandalwood actors, always carried a touch of stardom in the air. Roshani and Vandhana reminisced about their school days at Nirmala Convent and later at Maharani College. After spending two joyful hours together, Vandhana and her family headed back to Kollegal. Roshani, who wasn’t keen on marriage just yet, had big dreams of expanding her journalism career. She admired several prominent journalists, especially one former WION anchor known for her authenticity and command over language. While chatting with Vandhana, she was thrilled to learn that Vandhana’s neighbor is a relative of that very journalist—and promised to share her contact soon. Shubha was happy that all her guests had attended the event, making the Navaratri celebration a success. Roshani, too, felt a special happiness that day—not just because of the vibrant festivities, but also because she was now one step closer to connecting with her journalism idol. K.Ragavan 24-9-25

Small Story 377.

Small Story 377: India Visit and James’ Dream Fulfilled James had long dreamed of visiting India again — something he hadn’t done in thirteen years since settling in Atlanta. For the past month, he had been postponing the trip due to new administration policies and visa delays. But finally, he decided to make the journey, primarily to see his old college classmate and only close friend from the past — Nirosha. Nirosha, now married to Ram, lived in Bangalore with their son Vishnu, a software engineer working at Google. James and Nirosha had shared a strong bond since college — she admired him for his kind nature and the respect he showed to everyone. James, who had lost his parents early in life, had been helped by his father’s friend Aravind to settle in Atlanta — a gesture James never forgot. James had married Malavika, a pharmaceutical professional from Hyderabad. They didn’t have children, but lived a happy life together. This time, Malavika joined him on the India trip. They landed at Bangalore Airport on a bright Monday, warmly welcomed by Nirosha, Ram, and Vishnu. As they drove home, Ram fondly recalled James' last visit and their memorable Mysore trip. Vishnu was thrilled to meet "James Uncle" after so many years, and James was equally amazed to see how Vishnu had grown into a confident and handsome young man. Malavika was especially impressed with his manners and maturity. After a delicious lunch — including James’ favorite Semiya Payasam — the guests rested. Later that evening, while Ram returned from his walk, the three friends — James, Nirosha, and Malavika — chatted deeply. Malavika, who had taken a liking to Vishnu, expressed her interest in helping him find a role in their IT division in Atlanta. She even said Vishnu felt like a son to her. Nirosha nodded in agreement, while Ram, though a little emotional, said, “If that is what destiny wants, I have no objection. But yes, I will surely miss him.” James then shared another idea — he wanted to talk to a friend at CNN for Ram. Knowing Ram’s background as a blogger and former TV anchor, James thought it was the perfect opportunity for Ram to explore a new career path. Nirosha was delighted and hopeful that things would fall into place. After ten wonderful days, James and Malavika returned to Atlanta. Exactly four and a half months later, Ram, Nirosha, and Vishnu landed at the Atlanta Airport, greeted warmly by James and Malavika. Ram couldn’t help but appreciate James’ efforts. “You wanted your close ones near you, and you made it happen,” he said. James’ background as a Chartered Accountant and his connections had truly helped make dreams a reality — not just for himself, but for everyone he cared about. With Ram now working with CNN and Vishnu beginning his journey in the U.S. tech world, James’ long-awaited visit to India had fulfilled not just memories — but a dream thirteen years in the making. K. Ragavan 23-9-25

Small Story 376.

Small Story 376 Hesitation Answered Newspaper agent Ramarao came to visit his old friend, Satyanarayan. "Hey Rama, how are you? Why did you suddenly call and ask me to come here?" asked Satyanarayan with a curious smile. "I need a small help," Ramarao said hesitantly. "My grandson sent me a parcel through a friend from Holland. Due to the ongoing air strike, his friend will only reach tomorrow. He’s sent me a draft too, but I haven’t received it yet. I need to pay ₹50,000 as a deposit to a newspaper today — and today is the last day. If you can lend me the amount, I’ll return it as soon as I receive my parcel." Satyanarayan was taken aback. He hadn’t expected such a request from his close buddy. He had just spent ₹1,00,000 on minor house repairs and didn’t have that much cash on hand. As he hesitated, unsure of how to respond, his wife Savitri entered the room carrying tea and biscuits. Hearing Ramarao's voice, she greeted him cheerfully. "Anna, how are you? And how is Manni?" "All are fine," replied Ramarao with a faint smile. Without missing a beat, Savitri said, "Anna, I have ₹50,000 saved from my music tuition earnings. Please take it." Satyanarayan was stunned and silently applauded the presence of mind and kindness of his wife. He had been struggling to find a way to help his friend, and she solved it in an instant. Savitri smiled at her husband, who now understood — this wasn't the first time she had quietly stepped in during difficult times. Her habit of saving from their modest income had often helped them and others during emergencies. As Ramarao left with a grateful heart and without Satyanarayan having to say a word, he sat beside his wife and whispered, “Helping others truly brings great joy.” Savitri simply nodded, her calm smile saying everything. K.Ragavan 22-9-25

Tribute 894.

Tribute to Navarathri festival Celebrations 894. Navarathri has been celebrated for decades with deep devotion and cultural richness. One of the most cherished traditions during this festival is the display of dolls (Golu or Bommai Kolu) and deities, arranged with great care and creativity. This is not just for visual delight, but a symbol of devotion, storytelling, and spiritual reflection. Daily poojas are performed with sincerity, offering prasadam to the deities, which is then shared with family, friends, and guests who come to visit the Golu display. Devotional songs (bhajans) and group prayers are sung with joy and reverence, creating a spiritual atmosphere in every home. Though the celebrations may appear entertaining on the surface—with lights, colors, music, and gatherings—the core of Navarathri lies in devotion, gratitude, and sharing the divine energy with others. It is a time when homes are opened to the community, and the divine feminine is honored in all her forms. This tradition has been followed for generations, and in my belief, it will continue for generations to come—not as mere entertainment, but as a meaningful blend of devotion, community bonding, and cultural pride. K.Ragavan

Latest development.

Trump's $100,000 H-1B Visa Fee Sparks Economic Concerns Apart from the ongoing tariff crisis between India and the United States, the latest move by the Trump administration to impose a $100,000 fee on H-1B visas has sparked fresh warnings about potential economic harm. This dramatic development appears to be yet another attempt to disrupt the long-standing bilateral relationship between the two nations. What began as a tariff dispute has now taken a different turn, potentially targeting India's digital growth and its highly skilled tech workforce. The imposition of such a steep visa fee could hurt not only Indian IT companies but also American firms that rely on Indian talent to drive innovation and competitiveness. India has always believed in maintaining strong, mutually respectful relationships with all nations. It views these recent developments with concern and hopes for a resolution that prioritizes collaboration over confrontation. While the full economic impact remains to be seen, there is no doubt that actions like these could have long-term implications for global trade and technology partnerships. K.Ragavan Bengaluru https://www.narendramodi.in/network/userpost-task/68cf5a637b2f372f202a5a4c via MyNt

Small Story 375.

Small Story 375 The House of Acceptance After three long years, Bhumika visited Chennai to meet her aunt Ambujam, who had been bedridden for the past year. Aunt Ambujam lived in a spacious independent house in T. Nagar, managing her life with the help of a loyal cook, Mangalam. Ambujam’s daughter and son were both settled in the US and had invited her several times to come and live with them. But she always refused. That house in T. Nagar had been built by her late husband, a retired Forest Officer, and she was deeply attached to it. Ambujam was known for her versatile personality. A passionate teacher, she had taught many students free of cost, turning her knowledge-sharing into a form of service. Bhumika, her brother’s only daughter, worked as a diplomat in the UAE. Her husband Ram was the Marketing Manager of a leading Arabic dairy company in Dubai. Their only daughter, Reshmi, was working as a Feature Editor at a reputed Gulf journal. As soon as Bhumika arrived, Aunt Ambujam greeted her warmly with a cup of her famous tea—something Bhumika had always loved, along with her homemade sweets. During their conversation, Bhumika gently brought up the topic again: “Why don’t you come and stay with us in Dubai permanently, Auntie?” “You're my dad's only close relative now, and I feel so much more at peace when you’re around,” she added. Aunt Ambujam smiled and whispered, “I’m happy here, Bhumika. Mangalam takes good care of me, and this home holds memories I’m not ready to leave behind.” Then she asked, “So, what brings you here after so long?” Bhumika hesitated for a moment before replying, “I’ve come to invite you for Reshmi’s wedding.” She paused, unsure of how her aunt would react. “She’s chosen her partner—he’s her training batchmate. A Telugu-speaking boy from Hyderabad...” Before Bhumika could say more, Aunt Ambujam’s face lit up with calm confidence. “That’s a good thing,” she said. “Love and understanding shouldn't be disturbed by language or caste. If they understand and respect each other, what else do we need?” Bhumika was surprised—pleasantly so. Ambujam continued, “Even my own son and daughter married Americans. I never objected, because they found companionship and respect. That’s what matters most.” Bhumika was stunned. She had come prepared to convince her aunt, fearing objections based on caste or background. But instead, she witnessed her aunt’s broad-mindedness and acceptance—far ahead of her time. Her purpose for the visit was fulfilled far more easily than she had imagined. K.Ragavan 21-9-25

Small Story 374

Small Story 374 Blessings Beyond Books in Mandya" Shalini stepped into the Mandya bus station, her eyes scanning the crowd for a familiar face. She was waiting for her elder sister Nandhini, who had promised to pick her up and take her home. Nandhini, married to a successful industrialist in Mandya, had lived there for over seven years with her husband Ramesh and their daughter, Apoorva. Shalini had just completed her MBBS from Mysore Medical College. Since the loss of their parents during a tragic epidemic, it was Nandhini who had taken on the role of caregiver, guide, and emotional anchor for Shalini. Now, with dreams of pursuing her post-graduation, Shalini hoped her sister would continue to support her next step. “Hey, how are you? Apoorva is so excited to see you!” Nandhini greeted her warmly at the station. They reached Nandhini’s spacious home, where Ramesh welcomed her with a smile. After a hearty breakfast, Shalini handed over a small gift — a box of Mysore Pak from the famous Guru Sweets. Apoorva hugged her aunt and thanked her with a big smile. Ramesh asked, “So, what are your plans now? PG?” “Yes, but the cost is quite high...” Shalini replied hesitantly. “Don’t worry. I’m here to help,” Ramesh offered. “You’ve already done so much for me, I can’t burden you more, especially with your business commitments,” Shalini replied gratefully. Just then, Nagaraj Uncle — an old friend of Ramesh’s father — arrived and greeted the family. He smiled at Shalini. “So, you’ve completed your MBBS, my dear?” “Yes, Uncle,” Shalini nodded respectfully. Turning to Ramesh, Nagaraj said, “Actually, I came to discuss something important. My son Kumar has also finished his degree and is planning to pursue further studies in Australia. I was hoping Shalini could come into our family as our daughter-in-law. They could go abroad together, study, and support each other.” Nandhini, arriving with tea, paused in surprise. “That’s a big proposal, Uncle,” she said. “We haven’t even thought of marriage for her yet.” “I understand. There’s no rush. Let them both finish their studies. I don’t want any dowry or conditions — just a good family background. And the fact that your father worked as an engineer with Sir M. Visvesvaraya is all the reputation I need,” Nagaraj said kindly. Hearing her father’s name brought tears to Nandhini’s eyes. “Thank you, Uncle,” she said with deep emotion. Shalini had arrived in Mandya looking for answers about her education — but she found more than just academic support. She found a future filled with hope, companionship, and the continued blessings of her beloved father. K.Ragavan 20-9-25

Tribute 893.

Tribute to Actor Robo Shankar893 Thee demise of 46-year-old Shankar, popularly known as Robo Shankar, the stand-up comedian and actor who rose to fame through Vijay TV, has come as a shock not only to the film industry but also to his countless fans. At just 46, Robo Shankar's untimely passing due to illness is deeply saddening. Known for his unique style and versatile performances, he made a strong mark in a short span of time. From comedy to character roles, he acted alongside many leading stars and left an indelible impact on Tamil cinema. He was one of the few talents who rose from humble beginnings and earned his place in the hearts of audiences, only to be taken away too soon. In recent years, the Indian film industry has lost several such gifted artists, and each loss is a painful reminder of how fleeting life can be. I sincerely pray for the departed soul and extend my heartfelt condolences to his family. May they find the strength to bear this irreparable loss. K.Ragavan -

Small Story 373.

Small Story 373 A New Bond – Shivaraj Joins the Circle Shivaraj made his entry into a new group he had been introduced to just the day before. The group consisted of thirty retired friends, all aged between 65 and 75, hailing from various professions. Despite their different backgrounds, one thing they all had in common was their love for conversation. Every evening from 5 PM to 6 PM, they gathered at a familiar junction for a cup of tea and an hour of lively discussion — covering everything from entertainment to politics, health to humor. On his first day, Shivaraj introduced himself as a retired marketing executive from the renowned Nandhini Dairy. He shared his deep passion for movies and mentioned that he was an ardent fan of the legendary actors Dr. Rajkumar and Vishnuvardhan — a sentiment that resonated with many in the group. As the meeting wrapped up, Shivaraj took a moment to speak. In just two minutes, he shared a heartfelt observation: “This group is truly amazing — not only because of the variety of topics you all discuss with such interest and respect but also because of the way you honor each other’s beliefs and sentiments. What touched me most is how you help others, be it by guiding people to blood donation drives, health check-ups, or eye camps. Many think retirement is just about relaxing and enjoying life. That may be partly true. But what I see here is something deeper — a purpose, a bond, and the joy of staying involved. Life as a senior citizen is truly precious, especially when you choose to stay connected and make a difference.” K.Ragavan 19--9-25

New India

I was recently listening to a powerful and thought-provoking speech delivered by the versatile journalist Palki Sharma on the Chennai channel, titled "New India". Her authenticity and in-depth analysis of the vision of a rising India, centered around the Five D's, was truly commendable. Palki Sharma boldly highlighted both the achievements and the areas where India still needs to grow. She brought attention to India's impressive overall development, including its rise to become the 4th largest economy in the world — a remarkable feat on the global map. Yet, she didn't shy away from addressing the gaps we must still work to fill. What truly stood out was her command of language, coupled with boldness and clarity, which has helped her carve a unique identity in the media world. Her delivery was not only informative but inspiring, reflecting deep insight and genuine patriotism. Kudos to Palki Sharma for her remarkable presentation on New India — a speech that resonates with the spirit of progress, responsibility, and vision. K.Ragavan -

Small Story 372.

Small Story 372 A Father’s Dream, A Daughter’s Triumph Manikam stood at the gate, his hands slightly greasy from a long day at the garage, waiting eagerly for his daughter Sunitha’s return. Today was special — she had just attended the final round of interviews at a world-renowned accounting firm. She had already cleared two rounds, and today was the final one. A seasoned car mechanic, Manikam had toiled for years at a leading garage, saving every rupee to give his only daughter the education he never had. His dream? To see her succeed in a way he never could. And Sunitha had fulfilled that dream — she had become a Chartered Accountant and even secured a gold medal. That achievement alone had brought immense pride to both Manikam and his wife, Latha, who was equally overjoyed to see their daughter become the first CA in their family. As Sunitha stepped out of the auto with a beaming smile and a box of sweets, she looked at her father and said, “Dad, I’ve been selected! I’ll be going to the UK for a month of training. I leave next month!” The news stunned Manikam and Latha — not just the job offer, but the salary package, which was beyond anything they had ever imagined. Sunitha handed over sweet boxes and said, “Dad, your favorite sonpapdi. And for you, Amma, badusha!” Tears welled up in their eyes — tears of joy, pride, and fulfillment. “Dad,” Sunitha whispered, “you’ve worked so hard to get me here. From next month, I want you to retire and relax.” Manikam smiled. “As long as I’m fit, I’ll continue my passion for repairing luxury cars. It gave me identity and respect.” Sunitha nodded with understanding. “I agree, Appa. But I’ve also booked a 3BHK apartment in Gemini Circle. It’ll be ready in six months!” The mention of Gemini Circle left Manikam speechless — as a long-time fan of Gemini Studios and movies, the place held a special charm for him. The fact that his daughter had booked a home there made his chest swell with pride. Sunitha’s journey — from a modest home to becoming a gold-medalist CA — was a testament to her dedication and her parents' sacrifices. She was now set to join one of the most established firms in the UK, continuing the legacy of determination, resilience, and hard work. Indeed, in today’s fast-paced world, everything is possible with dedication and determination — and Sunitha was living proof. K.Ragavan 18-9-25

Happy third year .

Today, I had the pleasure of listening to the inspiring speeches by The South First team. Their dedication and vision to highlight diverse topics and pressing issues in the coming days are truly commendable. It has indeed been a remarkable and, at times, challenging journey for them over the past three years. I extend my heartfelt wishes to Editors AnushaRavi Sood and Chetana Belagere, along with their entire team, for continued success. May South First grow in reach and impact, and may its voice resonate with readers across the region and beyond. With warm regards, K. Ragavan Bengaluru --

Happy Birthday.

"Wishing our Honourable Prime Minister of India, Shri Narendra Modi ji, a very happy and healthy birthday. May this year bring more peace, success, and achievements for you and for our great nation!" K.Ragavan https://www.narendramodi.in/network/userpost-task/68ca0dcf56a6aa42c176dd6d via MyNt 17-9-25

Small Story 371.

Story 371: The Bold Venture Rajashree entered the office of the renowned producer Nanjappa to discuss a story he had personally invited her to present. A versatile writer, Rajashree hailed from Nagpur, Maharashtra. After her marriage, she moved to Bengaluru, and within just seven years, she had mastered Kannada. Writing had been her passion since childhood—first in English and Marathi, and now in Kannada. Her stories, filled with strong messages and emotional depth, had captured the hearts of thousands of Kannada readers, a feat many found remarkable. One day, Producer Nanjappa, a veteran of the Sandalwood film industry known for making films rooted in reality and moral values, came across one of her stories in a magazine. Impressed by the clarity of her message and the authenticity of her writing, he decided to bring it to the screen. When Rajashree arrived at his office, the receptionist greeted her politely and asked her to wait. Five minutes later, Nanjappa appeared—a man in his mid-fifties, with a simple demeanor and a warm, smiling face. He greeted her in Kannada and asked if she’d like tea or coffee.Five minutes Rajashree declined, mentioning she had just come from home, and Nanjappa smiled in understanding. The two spoke for over half an hour. Nanjappa was deeply impressed by the way Rajashree narrated the story and her complete involvement in it. He leaned in slightly and asked, "Can you write dialogues too? Tailored to each actor’s role?" "Sure, sir," she replied confidently. "If given the opportunity, I will ensure it reflects the true Kannada flavor." Nanjappa agreed and asked how long she would need to write the dialogues. "One month, maximum," she said. She also requested the list of actors, so she could craft each line accordingly. He gave her the names, requesting complete confidentiality. "Of course, sir," Rajashree said. "I understand the ethics. I will keep everything confidential until the film's release." Exactly a month later, she submitted the completed dialogues. Nanjappa was so impressed with her work that he handed her a cheque for ₹5 lakhs as an advance. But Rajashree respectfully declined. "I will accept my payment only after the film is released." Nanjappa, a man known for his discipline and promptness in paying his team, was moved by her gesture. It only increased his respect for her. Seven months later, the film was released—and it opened to massive crowds on the very first day. Two weeks into its blockbuster run, Nanjappa held a grand press meet. The event was attended by many top film personalities. One well-known director took to the stage and said, “Producer Nanjappa’s belief in good storytelling and powerful dialogues truly shows in this film. This is cinema with a conscience.” After the press meet, Nanjappa handed Rajashree a cheque again—this time a much bigger one—as her share of the film’s success. She had never expected such a reward for her creative contribution. The film’s success proved a timeless truth: good content, delivered with sincerity and meaningful dialogues, always connects with audiences. Most importantly, the film achieved all this without resorting to violence, vulgarity, or sensationalism. Rajashree had proved her mettle. Stories transcend borders—only the language changes. K.Ragavan 17-9-25

Small Story 370.

Small Story 370 Route 370: Where Crushes Collapsed After the introduction of the new bus route 370 from Central to SS Colony via Arasaradi in Madurai, the commuting pattern of the residents underwent a noticeable change. Aruna, a young professional working at TVS, was intrigued on her first ride by the elite crowd that the new route attracted. That day, something unexpected happened — her mind was captivated by a well-dressed, decent-looking young man carrying a professional bag. Her instincts told her he was a medical representative, and she was right. As he got off the bus, she overheard him telling a friend on the phone, "I'll be at the doctor’s clinic in ten minutes." That confirmed her guess. The whole of yesterday, Aruna found herself thinking about him — wondering what his name could be. She was infatuated, deeply curious. That man was Aravind, a district manager working for a multinational pharma company. He lived with his parents in a newly constructed flat near the Ice Factory in SS Colony. Unaware of Aruna's feelings, Aravind hadn’t even noticed her. The next evening, as Aruna boarded the return bus, she spotted Aravind sitting opposite her. This time, she smiled at him, and he smiled back. Aruna struck up a conversation: “Hope you're in the pharma industry? My dad, Narayan, was with Lederle as a regional manager. He's in the U.S. now with my elder brother.” Aravind was pleasantly surprised — both by her approach and her background. He felt a flutter in his heart too. When the bus reached the Ice Factory stop, Aravind said goodbye. Aruna smiled and asked if she could have his number. He agreed. The next day, Aruna received a call from Aravind. She was thrilled. He explained he was busy with meetings the previous day and invited her to a newly opened coffeehouse on Town Hall Road. At exactly 5:15 PM, they met. Both were glowing with excitement, smiling at each other like characters in a romantic film. Over coffee, they talked about their likes, dislikes, and future. By the end of the evening, both had decided to speak to their parents about getting married. The next day, Aruna handed over her horoscope to Aravind, who appreciated her traditional values and was excited about the prospect. He returned home with joy in his heart. Showing the horoscope to his mother, he said, “Nice name — Aruna. She’s as beautiful as her name.” His mother smiled, but after glancing at the horoscope, her expression changed. “Aravind,” she said after a pause, “she belongs to the same sect and gotram as us. We can’t proceed with this match.” Aravind was shocked. Despite the modern setting of their meeting, old traditions stood in their way. Bound by his parents' sentiments, Aravind had no choice but to respect their wishes. Their beautiful journey, sparked by the new Route 370, had taken a romantic turn — only to collapse under the weight of tradition. K.Ragavan 16-9-25

Tribute to Versatile Actor J.K Srinivasamurthy 892

Tribute to Actor-Director J.K. Srinivasa Murthy** Today, I would like to pen down my thoughts and admiration for another remarkable personality from the South Indian Kannada Film Industry — none other than **actor and director J.K. Srinivasa Murthy**. In his impressive career spanning **over 43 years**, he has acted in **nearly 300 Kannada films**, if my memory serves me right. I have been following his work since 1983, during my time in **Mysore**, and his performances have always stood out for their depth and authenticity. He was introduced to the film industry by the late director **S. Siddalingaiah**, possibly in the movie *Hemavathi*. Since then, J.K. Srinivasa Murthy has taken on a wide range of roles — from strong supporting characters to lead roles — working alongside some of the most respected actors and directors in Kannada cinema. What makes him truly special is his **ability to fit into any role effortlessly**, supported by his **rich dialogue delivery** and powerful screen presence. He also made his mark as a **television director**, creating meaningful serials often centered around **Kannada poets and philosophers** — a commendable contribution to Kannada culture. Some of the memorable films I recall watching include: * *Keralida Simha* * *Hosa Belaku* * *Parajitha* * *Mane Mane Ramayana* * *Valmiki* * *Sardaara* * *Shivam* * *Kavirathna Kalidasa* * *Appu* His portrayal of **negative roles**, especially in *Sardaara*, and as **King Bhoja** alongside the legendary **Dr. Rajkumar** in *Kavirathna Kalidasa*, left a lasting impression on me. These roles showcased his versatility and command over the craft. Unfortunately, between **1993 to 2009**, I missed watching many of his films as I was away. However, my admiration for his work has remained strong. It is heartening to know that he was honoured with several awards, including the **Dr. Rajkumar Lifetime Achievement Award** — a deserving recognition for his dedication to theatre, television, and cinema. Today, I feel happy and proud to pay tribute to this **legend**, who is not only loved by his fans but also highly respected within the film fraternity. I hope his journey in the arts continues for many more years. This humble note is based on my personal memories and limited knowledge. If there are any factual errors, I kindly request readers to overlook them. K.Ragavan. 15-9-25

Small Story 369.

Small Story 369 A True Sportive Spirit Satish joined his group of friends after finishing breakfast with his family. "Hey Satish, why so late?" Ramesh asked with a nod. "Had breakfast with my family—today is my son's birthday. He’s in Dubai," Satish replied with a smile. "Oh, nice! I’m going to Dubai tomorrow to watch the India-Pakistan match," Ramesh said excitedly. Just then, Satish received a call from his son, Vaibhav, in Dubai. "Hello Dad, I wanted your blessings." "Always there for you, my son. How are you and Nandhini? Are you going to watch the match tomorrow?" Satish asked. "No, Dad. I’m not interested in watching it. Even though it’s a sport, the way things are shaping up, the country isn’t approaching it with a truly sportive spirit. I’m confident India will win, because we stand for true sportsmanship. So, my five friends and I have decided not to watch the match—neither in the stadium nor on TV." Satish was surprised by Vaibhav’s mature and thoughtful response. After spending some more time with Ramesh and the others, as they were parting ways, Ramesh whispered to Satish, "After hearing your son’s words, even though I’m flying to Dubai tomorrow, I’ve decided not to watch the match either. He’s right—true sportsmanship must come from both sides." He added diplomatically, "I’m still looking forward to seeing the amazing Dubai—the various hubs, the famous CNN Middle East office, the desert safari, and the other Emirates during my 15-day trip. And above all, I’m excited to meet your son Vaibhav and applaud his decision. India has never considered any country an enemy—we have always been sportive, and Vaibhav has upheld that spirit beautifully." The group of friends smiled and departed happily, carrying with them a deeper sense of understanding and unity. K.Ragavan 15-9-25

Small Story 368.

Small Story 368 Verdict of Grace: The Naming of Ambujam Vishnu stepped out of the mall, his thoughts elsewhere. Just as he reached the parking lot, the counterman called out, “Sir! You forgot your card!” Startled, Vishnu turned back. "Oh yes, thank you," he said, collecting his credit card. Normally, he never forgot such things. But today was different. His mind was consumed with thoughts of his daughter Amulya, who was due to deliver her first child in Boston. His wife, Vasanthy, had flown there to support her, while Vishnu, a respected 65-year-old advocate, had stayed behind due to important pending court cases. Back at his apartment, his neighbor gave him a knowing nod. “Any good news, sir?” “Not yet,” Vishnu smiled, “I’m waiting eagerly.” He stepped inside and noticed the day’s newspaper on the floor. Just then, his phone rang. It was Vasanthy. “Good news, dear!” she exclaimed. “Amulya has given birth to a baby girl!” Vishnu’s heart leapt with joy. “That’s wonderful! Congratulations to Amulya and Sridhar,” he said warmly, referring to his son-in-law. There wasn’t much time to bask in the news. Vishnu had a court appearance scheduled. The case involved his clients Sarangan and Ambujam, an elderly couple. Ambujam had been cheated out of her inheritance by her own relatives. Vishnu had fought the case tirelessly for six months. At court, Sarangan and Ambujam were already waiting anxiously. Soon, the judge pronounced the verdict — in Ambujam’s favor. Her relatives were ordered to return the properties they had unlawfully taken. Ambujam stood up and addressed the court respectfully. “Thank you, my Lord. Though they have wronged me, they are still my father’s kin. I am choosing to give them 25% of the property — as a gesture of goodwill. I’ll settle this outside the court.” The judge was visibly moved. “Your compassion is rare,” he remarked. “The world needs more hearts like yours.” Later that evening, Vishnu returned home. His phone rang again — this time, it was Amulya. “Dad, you’ve always given your blessings at every important moment in my life. Today, please bless my daughter and give her a name.” Vishnu’s eyes twinkled. He gently whispered, “Ambujam.” Amulya was touched. “Such a beautiful name, Dad — strong, graceful, and meaningful.” A name born from justice, compassion, and legacy — just like the day that inspired it. K.Ragavan 14-9-25

Sad state of affairs .

The recent killing of U.S. President Donald Trump's aide, Chris Kirk, followed by today’s brutal murder of an Indian worker in Texas, is deeply disturbing and absolutely unacceptable in a civil society like the United States. These acts of violence must be condemned in the strongest possible terms. The U.S. administration must take immediate and decisive action to investigate both incidents thoroughly and ensure justice is served. Furthermore, it is imperative that measures are taken to protect individuals of all nationalities working and residing in the country. Safety and security are the most fundamental responsibilities of any administration. The way these cases are handled will speak volumes about the government's commitment to safeguarding not only its citizens but also those who contribute to its economy and society. No one should have to live in fear while performing their duties or pursuing a better life. It's time for the leadership to act—firmly, transparently, and with urgency. K.Ragavan Bengaluru 11-9-25

Small Story 367

Small Story 367 "One-Week Crush in the Metro" Akash was disappointed—yet again. For the past one week, his angel had boarded the metro from Vajrahalli station at the same time every morning. But today, she was nowhere to be seen. He missed her. She was a beautiful woman, likely in her mid-twenties—probably working at a bank or a private firm. She always stood near him. On the first day, Akash offered her his seat. She initially refused, but later, as the metro got crowded, she accepted. They both got down at Jayanagar station, and as she left, she smiled warmly at him. "Today was too crowded. Thank you for offering your seat. I’m Anupama. I work at a newly started private investigation firm," she said with a quick smile before walking away. From that day on, they met every morning—four days in a row. But for the past two days, she hadn’t shown up. Akash’s mind was in chaos. He kept scolding himself for not asking for her number when he had the chance. That day, he dragged himself through his routine, filled with a strange ache in his chest. He spent the evening lost in thoughts, remembering scenes from old Bollywood and Kannada movies, imagining himself as the hero and Anupama as his heroine. Akash had never experienced a crush—until now. And in just one week, it had turned into something deeper. Later that evening, while he was walking to the departmental store near his apartment, he suddenly heard a familiar voice. "Hi Akash! How are you?" Anupama stood before him, smiling. He was stunned for a moment, then managed to reply, "Where were you the past two days?" "My parents had arranged a match for me," she said casually. "A boy came to see me yesterday." Akash’s heart sank. He forced a smile and whispered, “Oh… good news…” Anupama chuckled. “But I told my mom I’m not interested. I’ve already chosen someone else.” That shocked Akash even more. “Really?” he asked, trying to sound normal. She continued, “My mom was speechless when I told her I already liked someone. She asked, ‘Since when do you know him?’ And when I said, ‘Just a week ago…’—she didn’t know what to say.” Akash’s heart raced. “So… who’s the lucky guy?” he asked, cautiously. Anupama, with a shy smile, looked down and said softly, “You, Akash…” He couldn’t believe it. In just one week, what started as a simple metro seat-sharing moment had blossomed into something real. Something beautiful. A one-week crush had turned into true love. K.Ragavan 13-9-25

Letter.

Letter Punlished in TheNational UAE on 12Sep 25 A state of upset in Nepal With regard to The National's report Nepal's prime minister quits after 19 killed in clashes over social media ban (September 9): This was a most unfortunate yet sadly common instance of casualties resulting from the violent protests. The unrest, which turned violent and led to the loss of lives, is unacceptable. An investigation must be carried out and those responsible must be held accountable. Immediate efforts should be undertaken to restore peace and normality in Nepal, a nation known for its rich history, cultural heritage and long-standing spirit of peace. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 366.

Small Story 366 Timeless Ties:Trio's Bond of Friendship Ragini, Harini, and Dharani had been inseparable friends for over three and a half decades, ever since their school days. Life took them to different places—Harini eventually settled in Bengaluru after returning from the US, while Ragini and Dharani made Coimbatore their home. As Harini and her husband prepared to celebrate their 30th wedding anniversary, the atmosphere in her Bengaluru home was filled with joy. Her husband, who worked in Australia, had arrived a week early to mark the occasion. Their two sons were also meant to join, though one couldn’t attend due to work commitments in the US. Keeping the celebration intimate, Harini had invited only her closest family and a few cherished friends. Everyone applauded the couple’s remarkable journey of love and companionship spanning three decades. But amid all the laughter and cheer, Harini kept glancing toward the door—clearly expecting someone special. Her guests noticed her anticipation. Suddenly, a voice echoed from the entrance, “We’re so sorry, our flight got delayed!” All eyes turned as Ragini and Dharani walked into the hall, smiling, holding a large gift. Harini's eyes welled up as she rushed to greet them with open arms. She introduced them proudly to her guests, saying, “These are my childhood friends—we’ve been together for over three and a half decades!” Ragini leaned in and whispered, “We just couldn’t miss this moment. You mean too much to us.” Dharani added, “Ragini’s mother is in the hospital with chest pain, but she insisted Ragini come here and be with you. She said, ‘Friendship like this deserves to be celebrated.’” Tears rolled down Harini's cheeks as she embraced them tightly. The room was touched by the beautiful moment. The crowd admired the unbreakable bond of the 366 Trio—three women whose friendship had stood the test of time, distance, and life’s many challenges. K.Ragavan 12-9-25

Small Story 365.

Small Story 365 A Noble Gesture for a Lost Son Irulaye was a sincere domestic worker who had been serving in Senthil’s house for over two decades. Senthil, a humble clerk in the State Government, lived with his wife Swarna in a modest home near Bhanadhankari. Their only son had tragically died in a stampede during an RCB match at the stadium. The couple had been trying to move on from the immense loss, and just a few days ago, Senthil received compensation from the RCB team for their son’s untimely death. That morning, Irulaye brought her grandson along with her to work. The boy waited patiently while his grandmother finished her chores, ready to accompany her to school. Senthil noticed the boy and was immediately struck by his sharp appearance and polite demeanor. “What’s your name, son?” he asked. “Vivekanand,” the boy replied, adding, “My late grandfather gave me the name.” Senthil learned that Vivekanand had lost both his parents during the pandemic. Irulaye was the only family he had left and was raising him with love and determination. That morning, Irulaye had planned to visit the school to request more time to pay his fees, which were overdue. When Swarna heard this, she scolded Irulaye gently, “Why didn’t you tell us earlier?” Irulaye replied humbly, “I’ve always been comfortable here. You’ve taken good care of me. I still owe money from my late husband’s medical expenses. That’s why I didn’t want to burden you.” Hearing this, Senthil quietly said, “From today, I will take care of Vivekanand’s school and future college fees.” Irulaye and Vivekanand were stunned. Tears welled up in their eyes as they folded their hands in gratitude before Swarna and Senthil. Senthil whispered, “I’m not rich. But my late son made me rich. I believe he is guiding me—this is what he would have wanted.” After finishing her work, Irulaye received the full term’s school fees from Senthil and walked with Vivekanand to the school, her heart full of emotion and gratitude. K.Ragavan 11-9-25

Small Story 364.

Small Story 364 A Sweet Treat and a Lordly Surprise Ram was returning to his apartment after his morning walk when he noticed his friends playing cricket in the apartment ground. But something felt off — Ramesh, one of the most enthusiastic players, was missing. Back at his apartment, Ram was greeted by his wife Sugandhi, who offered him a piece of Mysorepak with a warm smile. “I forgot to tell you,” she said, “Ramesh and his wife Vidya left for the UK yesterday to visit their daughter. Vidya made Mysorepak for her daughter and sent some for us too — she knows how much you love it.” Ram was delighted — not just for the sweet treat, but also imagining his friend possibly visiting the legendary Lord’s Cricket Ground. “He may have missed today’s pitch, but he’s heading to the Mecca of Cricket,” Ram mused with a smile. Three days later, while chatting with his friends group, Ram received a video call. It was Ramesh — playing cricket at Lord’s as a guest! Ram’s face lit up. Watching his dear friend bat on the iconic pitch, combined with the lingering sweetness of Mysorepak, filled him with joy. Excited, Ram waved back and turned to his group of friends. “Seeing Ramesh at Lord’s — what a pleasure! And sharing this moment with all of you makes it even better.” One of the friends nodded. “You’re really lucky to have such good friends.” Ram smiled and whispered, “Including you all.” Everyone nodded in agreement, the bond of friendship stronger than ever. K.Ragavan 10-9-25

Kudos to the newly elected VicePresident.

The recent Vice Presidential election results have been announced, and C.P. Radhakrishnan has been elected as the new Vice President of India. This marks another positive development in Indian politics. Kudos to the newly elected Vice President, C.P. Radhakrishnan. A great moment today for the NDA government and the nation as a whole. K.Ragavan https://www.narendramodi.in/network/userpost-task/68c033df39009d631f04e15a via MyNt

Nepal should come to Normalcy.

The recent protest in Nepal, which turned violent and resulted in casualties, is not only deeply condemnable but also entirely unacceptable. The real reasons behind this violence must be thoroughly investigated, and those responsible should be held accountable. Immediate efforts should be made to restore peace and normalcy in this nation, which has long been known for its rich history, cultural heritage, and peaceful spirit. K.Ragavan

Small Story 363.

Small Story 363: A New Bond on the Bus Seshan usually preferred to travel by train, but this time he decided to take a luxury bus from Madurai to Chennai, just for a change. His son, Ravi, worked in an IT company and lived in T. Nagar with his wife, Sugandhi, who was an officer in the state government. Seshan had lost his wife a few years ago due to natural causes. Despite not owning a house in Madurai, he chose to continue living there, surrounded by old friends and memories. At 68, he enjoyed his peaceful life and occasional travel. As the bus was about to depart, the conductor guided a middle-aged woman, around 50, to the seat next to Seshan. She looked homely and smiled warmly. “Are you comfortable, Anna?” she asked gently. Seshan nodded, “No problem, I’m comfortable.” The luxury bus had plush, reclining seats, and as it rolled out of Madurai at 9 PM, Seshan checked his watch. He had finished his dinner around 7:30 PM. The lady beside him introduced herself. “My name is Shankari. My only son works in Dubai, but unfortunately, we are not on good terms. I used to work in a private firm, but I lost my job during the COVID period. I don't even know why I’m sharing all this with you, Anna. Maybe it's because you remind me of my elder brother, who was a captain in the army and passed away during the pandemic.” She paused before continuing. “My husband has been bedridden since that time. One of my relatives is taking care of him now. I’m going to Chennai to work as a full-time cook in a household. The kind couple there have agreed to let me stay and bring my husband too, so we can live together.” Seshan listened silently, touched by her honesty. “You’re sharing your story with me like a sister,” he said gently. “I lost my sister long ago, so maybe fate brought us together like this.” By early morning, the bus reached the T. Nagar bus junction in Chennai. As they got down, Seshan asked, “Sister, how are you planning to go to your new place?” “I have the address here,” she said, showing him a paper. “I’ll take an auto. I only have this suitcase.” Seshan looked at the address—and was taken aback. It was his son Ravi’s apartment! He smiled. “That’s near my son's place. Come, we’ll go together.” They reached Ravi’s flat, where Ravi and Sugandhi greeted them warmly. Shankari was surprised and emotional when she realized her new employers were none other than Seshan’s son and daughter-in-law. Ravi looked at his father and said, “Dad, this time we’ve decided not to let you go back to Madurai. We want you to stay with us permanently. That’s why we brought Shankari madam and her husband here—to be with you and take care of you too. This flat is spacious, with four bedrooms. We want a family bond, not just arrangements.” Seshan was deeply moved. Not only had he found a new home with his son, but also a new sister in Shankari—a beautiful bond to fill the void of the one he had lost. K.Ragavan 9-9-25

Tribute 891.

Tribute to Muktha Ramaswamy 891 As we near the centenary year of the late legend Muktha Ramaswamy, I take this moment to fondly recollect his remarkable journey in the Tamil film industry — a journey that earned him deep admiration from his colleagues and the entire film fraternity. Muktha Ramaswamy began his career with the iconic Modern Theatres, if I recall correctly. Later, his brother V. Srinivasan joined him in this cinematic journey. Taking a bold step forward, Ramaswamy ventured into independent film production under the banner of Muktha Films. With his brother by his side, the company soon evolved into a renowned family enterprise, synonymous with quality and professionalism. Muktha Films went on to produce several successful films featuring almost all the leading actors of the time was amazing.. Still, the banner became a household name among cinema lovers, known for its strong storytelling, solid production values, and artistic integrity. Muktha Ramaswamy carved a niche for himself as a highly efficient, budget-conscious producer who never compromised on professionalism. He was especially respected for his rare commitment to ensuring that actors and technicians were paid promptly — a principle that set him apart, and one that remains admirable even today. Together, the Ramaswamy-Srinivasan duo contributed immensely to Tamil cinema, leaving behind an indelible mark over an impressive 63-year legacy. Even today, the names Muktha Films and the Muktha 60 Group continue to be celebrated, particularly among fans on platforms like the Dovial Site Facebook community. The visionary founder Muktha Ramaswamy, along with his dedicated brother V. Srinivasan, truly built an empire that continues to shine. Their contributions resonate with pride and honor in the hearts of Tamil film lovers. Today, their children — Ravi, Maya Srinivasan, Sundar, and Ramaswamy’s daughter Vidhya — carry forward this rich legacy. Their various programs and initiatives continue to pay heartfelt tribute to their legendary parents — a fact that no one can deny. It gives me immense joy and pride to offer this humble tribute to the versatile and legendary Muktha Ramaswamy as we approach his Centenary Year. His contributions will forever remain etched in the golden history of Tamil cinema. K. Ragavan ---

Small Story 362.

Small Story 362 The Dollar Miracle" Swamy was overjoyed to receive a call from his grandson Nithin, who had safely reached the US and joined Microsoft in Atlanta. Filled with pride, Swamy called out to his wife, Padma, and shared the wonderful news. Excited, Swamy opened his wallet to take out a special dollar coin he had cherished for decades—one gifted to him by his close friend Shankar. This wasn't just any coin; it was a dollar that bore the blessings of his family deity. Swamy had kept it safe all these years, praying sincerely to it every day, hoping to see his grandson one day earn in dollars, blessed by that very coin. But to his dismay, the coin was missing. Padma, too, was upset. That coin was a symbol of their faith and dreams, especially connected to Nithin's future. Just then, their daughter Lakshmi called from Hyderabad, sharing the same good news—Nithin had called her first to inform about his job. Swamy smiled and explained that Nithin had also called them separately, showing his special affection for his grandparents. Padma felt proud and moved. Yet, Swamy’s mind remained preoccupied with the missing dollar coin. After a while, he took his bath and went to the pooja (prayer) room to offer his thanks. And there, right in front of the deity, was the missing coin! Suddenly, he remembered—three days ago, he had placed the dollar in the pooja room, as it was the "birthday" of the family deity associated with the coin. Overcome with joy, Swamy shouted with happiness. Padma rushed in, and seeing him so thrilled, realized once again how much the spiritual dollar meant to him—far more than the currency kind. They both offered prayers for Nithin’s health, success, and peace in his new life in America—making a future with the very dollars that had once been the focus of their faith. K.Ragavan 8-9-25

Good Topic.

Topic: Old and New – “Athu Appo, Ethu Ippo” This was a very interesting topic given to us by our Madyamar Group Administrator – comparing how marriage alliances were arranged in the past versus how it happens today. Earlier Days: In those days, the process of seeing a girl for marriage was quite a formal and traditional affair. The boy would go to see the girl accompanied not only by his parents but also importantly by his uncle and aunt. It was customary for the extended family to be present during the match-making process. Most of the time, the boy would agree to marry the girl chosen by his parents and elders, trusting their judgment and blessings. Only in rare cases would a boy say no. Today’s Style: Nowadays, the process has become simpler and more direct, thanks to technology and changing mindsets. With the influence of the IT era, boys and girls often get to know each other directly—through work, friends, or online platforms—and decide for themselves if they want to marry. Once both agree, the families meet and give their blessings. This gives both the individuals more say in their life partner selection. My Experience: In my personal experience, when it came time to look for a groom for my daughter, we followed a slightly traditional approach. The horoscope of my daughter was shared, and the boy’s family came to meet us. Both families liked each other, and more importantly, the boy and girl also liked each other and gave their consent. Everyone was happy. That was the first alliance we considered for my daughter—and it clicked. Interestingly, she was also the first girl seen by my son-in-law. This happened 23 years ago, and the marriage has been successful and happy. Even today, while many have adopted modern methods, some families still maintain the old formula, valuing tradition and family involvement in matchmaking. K.Ragavan

Small Story 361.

Small Story 361: Ram’s Intuition and the Perth Revelation Every morning, after his usual walk and breakfast, Ram and his wife Vasanthy would sit down and recollect fond memories from the past. But lately, their conversations often turned somber—haunted by the absence of Sanjay, Vasanthy’s only brother. Sanjay, ever since childhood, looked up to Ram. Ram, too, guided him like an elder brother, especially after marrying into the family of Desikan and Pankajam, who were no longer alive. Sanjay had graduated five years ago and left for Australia to pursue higher studies in Sydney. After earning a distinction and completing his studies, all communication from him abruptly stopped two years ago. Despite Ram’s repeated efforts—calls to the university, inquiries with friends—no one knew Sanjay’s whereabouts. The couple felt helpless, their hearts heavy with worry and unanswered questions. One morning, a surprise visitor brought a flicker of hope. Ramya, Vasanthy’s close friend, arrived with sweets and excitement. “Hey Vasanthy!” Ramya smiled, “I’m flying to Perth tomorrow. My nephew Suresh is working there and asked me to come early this month instead of next. One of his friends had an accident and lost his memory two and a half years ago. Suresh is taking care of him and needs my help.” Just then, Suresh called to check on Ramya’s travel preparations. Ram, driven by a sudden spark of intuition, asked, “Ramya, can I speak to your nephew for a moment?” As she handed over the phone, Ram spoke to Suresh. “Hi, I’m Ram. Can you show me your friend who's recovering?” Suresh turned his camera to the man lying in bed—and Ram’s heart skipped a beat. “That’s Sanjay!” Ram cried out. Vasanthy rushed over, her eyes filling with tears of joy. “It’s him… it’s really him!” But Sanjay didn’t recognize them. The accident had left his mind clouded, his memory locked away. Still, the joy of finally finding him—safe and alive—was overwhelming. Ramya beamed with happiness, realizing that her nephew’s act of kindness had unknowingly reunited a broken family. Vasanthy, teary-eyed, turned to Ram. “Your intuition is incredible. I don’t know how, but you just knew.” Ram smiled gently. “Somewhere in my heart, I always believed we’d find him. And today, it was that very feeling that led us to him.” They began preparing to travel to Perth immediately, hopeful that Sanjay’s recovery was just a matter of time. K.Ragavan 7-9-25

Small Story 360.

Small Story 360 "New Place, Old Friend: Tension Relieved in Dubai" Bharath arrived at Dubai International Airport, filled with excitement and nervousness. He was about to begin his postgraduate studies at the Dubai campus of a leading Australian university. This was his first trip overseas, a dream realized after securing high marks and working for a year following his commerce degree. Although he had chosen the course based on recommendations from his parents and friends, the new city, unfamiliar surroundings, and the challenge of settling in weighed heavily on his mind. His friends had reassured him, saying, “If you know Malayalam and Hindi, you can manage in Dubai.” After collecting his luggage, Bharath stepped out into the warm Dubai air, unsure of his next move. Suddenly, someone called out his name. "Bharath!" He turned around, surprised to see a familiar face—Murali, his old basketball teammate from numerous tournaments. "Murali! What a surprise! What are you doing here?" "I'm joining the same Australian university. The Dubai campus," Murali replied with a grin. Bharath’s face lit up with relief. "That's where I'm going too!" Murali added, “My grandfather’s friend, Chander uncle, is picking me up and helping me find accommodation. Come with me!” Gratefully, Bharath accepted the invitation. On the way, Chander uncle asked Murali about his grandfather. It turned out they had worked together for 15 years. "It's my pleasure to help you boys," Chander said warmly. Three days later, Chander helped them find a nice apartment close to their university campus. Both friends were relieved and happy to have settled in smoothly. Bharath thanked Murali for being there when he needed someone the most. Murali smiled and said, “It’s the sport that connected us, buddy.” Bharath whispered, “Basketball... what a blessing.” Back home, Bharath's parents were relieved and happy to know that their son was in good company in a foreign land. K.Ragavan 6-9-25

Small Story 359.

Small Story 359 System Sivaraman – A Man of Routine and Heart After his routine morning walk, Sivaraman joined his group at their usual junction spot and spent about 15 minutes with them, discussing various topics. After that, he returned to his apartment, where he spent another 25 minutes walking with another group of friends. This has been Sivaraman’s routine ever since he retired at the age of 64 from the UAE. Seeing his close friends, receiving their affectionate morning wishes, and keeping up with their day-to-day updates makes him very happy. Every day, he silently prays that everyone stays happy and, if any unforeseen incidents occur, that they are overcome without much pain. This attitude of compassion and gratitude was instilled in him from his school days and through the wise advice of his late mother, Ambujam. In his circle of friends, he is fondly known as "System Sivaraman" — for his discipline in attending group meetings, taking his tablets on time, and always remembering to wish his friends on their birthdays and anniversaries without fail. Apart from praying for others, Sivaraman is always thankful to God for the small blessings and movements of day-to-day life. Many of his friends whisper to one another, “We should follow in the footsteps of System Sivaraman.” K.Ragavan 5-9-25

Small Story 358.

Small Story 358. Unexpected Happiness at the Wedding Anand was delighted to receive his friend Vasu's wedding message.He decided to attend the ceremony in Shimoga the following week, along with his wife Pallavi. Vasu and Anand had been close friends and college mates. During college, Vasu had a soft corner for Nandhini, but he couldn’t pursue the relationship further, as her parents had arranged her marriage with a relative soon after her graduation. That wedding had also taken place in Shimoga. On the day of Vasu’s wedding, Anand and Pallavi arrived at the wedding hall. To Anand’s surprise, he saw Nandhini’s parents there, smiling warmly as they greeted guests. He assumed they were attending as family friends. While having breakfast, Anand saw Nandhini walking out from the inner room. She greeted Anand and Pallavi pleasantly, which further confused him. When the wedding ceremony began, Anand and Pallavi were utterly astonished to see both Vasu and Nandhini sitting together as bride and groom on the wedding stage adorned with sandalwood decorations. After the wedding, Anand congratulated the couple and couldn’t help but ask Vasu about the unexpected twist. Vasu whispered, “I didn’t mention this earlier because I wanted to keep you in suspense. Nandhini’s husband Ramu tragically passed away in a road accident some time ago. With time, my parents spoke to hers, and eventually, they agreed to our marriage.” Anand was deeply moved. He applauded the couple for their courage and maturity. Their union was not only a moment of personal joy but also a strong message to society about second chances and open-mindedness. K.Ragavan 4-9-25

Recent Comment.

The recent comment made by Trump adviser Peter Navarro regarding Indian Brahmins enjoying the benefits of Russian olive is both unwarranted and deeply condemnable. Such remarks, which target a specific community, are not only irresponsible but also divisive. The Brahmin community has long been known for its values of respect, contentment, and commitment to knowledge and service. It is incorrect and unfair to generalize or stereotype any community for political gain. Politics should remain focused on policies, governance, and national interest—not on attacking or maligning communities based on their background, beliefs, or perceived privileges. We urge public figures to exercise restraint and uphold dignity in public discourse. Unity and mutual respect must always prevail over rhetoric that fosters division. K.Ragavan Bengaluru https://www.narendramodi.in/network/userpost-task/68b79e803294a16afa68e26f via MyNt

Small Story 357

The Mysore Contented Duo 357 Ramanna was waiting near the Vontikoppal police station for his long-time friend, Shivanna. The two, both in their early seventies and retired from their teaching careers, had made it a tradition to meet every week. Shivanna arrived by bus from the Gokulam area and greeted Ramanna with a warm smile and a firm handshake—gestures that reflected their deep bond and many years of friendship. That morning, they planned to have breakfast at the newly opened Gayatri Bhavan, a restaurant located near the post office. The ambience inside the freshly inaugurated eatery was welcoming, with the aroma of fresh South Indian tiffin wafting through the air. They found a corner table in the dining area, where a polite waiter promptly came over. Based on enthusiastic recommendations from their friends, both ordered idli-vada and the restaurant’s signature set dosa, served with piping hot sambar and a variety of chutneys. After a hearty meal topped off with a strong cup of filter coffee, the duo stepped out, satisfied and smiling. Their next stop was the Ramakrishna Ashram, a place they both held dear. Since retirement, visiting the Ashram had become a weekly ritual—one that gave them a sense of calm, connection, and spiritual renewal. As they walked under the tree-lined streets toward the Ashram, Shivanna shared that his son had received a job offer in Muscat and would be relocating soon. Ramanna, in turn, mentioned that his daughter in Perth had just received a well-deserved promotion at her office. They exchanged these happy tidings with pride and gratitude, their hearts warmed not just by the news, but by the opportunity to share it with each other. Inside the serene Ashram, they sat quietly in prayer, surrounded by the gentle chants and soft murmurs of other visitors. After some time in peaceful reflection, they stood up, exchanged a knowing glance, and made their way outside. With a wave and a smile, they parted ways—until the next week’s meeting. This contented duo from Mysore was well known among their circle for their simple pleasures and serene outlook on life—qualities that reflected the timeless spirit of Mysore’s rich culture and traditions. Grateful for the little things, they were often admired for their calm, cheerful companionship and the joy they found in everyday moments. In a world often driven by haste and ambition, Ramanna and Shivanna were a gentle reminder that peace and happiness can still be found in shared memories, strong friendships, and the small rituals of life. K.Ragavan 3-9-25

Small Story 356.

Small Story 356: A Small Act, A Big Dream Fulfilled Amritha was incredibly proud of her son, Ajay, who was excelling in his studies in Catering Technology and had earned good recognition from his institute. Ajay had one clear ambition — to work in the Emirates, just like many of his friends who were now well-settled in their careers abroad. However, unlike his friends, Ajay didn’t know anyone who could recommend him for a job in the hotel industry overseas. One day, he met a friend and handed him his biodata, asking if he knew anyone in the Emirates who could help. Later, while traveling home on a bus, Ajay noticed a little girl, about 7 years old, sitting beside him. When the conductor came to check tickets, she nervously began searching her pockets, only to realize she had forgotten her wallet. Understanding the situation, Ajay gently told the conductor to issue a ticket for her destination, and he paid for it. As the girl got down at her stop, she turned back, smiled, and said thank you. She asked Ajay for his phone number and quickly scribbled it down. Days passed, and Ajay, still anxious about his career, suddenly received a phone call. “Hello, is this Ajay? I’m Sophia, Menaka’s mother. You helped my daughter in the bus the other day. I’d love to invite you to our Christmas celebration tomorrow. I’ve shared the location.” The next day at 5 PM, Ajay arrived at the address — a beautiful three-bedroom apartment in the heart of Basavangudi. Sophia, a graceful woman in her mid-40s, welcomed him warmly. She thanked him sincerely for helping her daughter and offered him the Rs. 3 for the bus ticket, which Ajay initially refused. But Sophia insisted, saying, “On principle, please accept it,” and Ajay agreed with a smile. Later, Menaka returned from her friend’s home and was delighted to see Ajay. They all shared snacks and enjoyed a delicious cake baked by Sophia. As they chatted, Sophia asked Ajay about his profession and his aspirations. She listened attentively and seemed pleased with his ambition and sincerity. A few days later, Ajay was surprised to receive an email from Sheraton Hotel, Dubai, requesting his biodata. Unsure who had sent it, he forwarded his credentials as asked. A week later, an official appointment letter and visa arrived, asking him to join in a month’s time. Still wondering who had helped him, he received a call. “Hi Ajay, this is Sophia. Hope you got the offer from Sheraton Dubai?” “Yes, ma'am! I did,” Ajay replied in amazement. “My husband Fredrick is the HR Manager there. He reviewed your profile and selected you. Congratulations!” Ajay was overwhelmed. “Thank you so much! I can’t believe my small gesture led to such a big opportunity. I'm truly grateful to you and your husband.” Sophia replied warmly, “Not at all. We believe in kindness and friendship — this was our chance to help a deserving person.” Ajay was touched. “Truly, friendship is the best ship in the world,” he said with a smile. Back home, his parents were overjoyed — their son’s ambition had been fulfilled… all because of a simple bus ticket. K.Ragavan 2-9-25