Small Story 49.Dad's Legacy.

Small Story Dad's Legacy. Small Story 49 Dad's Legacy Chander moved to Mumbai twenty years ago to work at a leading trading company. He loved the city's fast-paced lifestyle, a stark contrast to his hometown, Thirumangalam, near Madurai. His parents had passed away long ago, and his younger sister, Aarthi, lived in their old house with her son, Nithin. Nithin, a handsome young man, was a regional manager at a pharmaceutical company in Madurai. Every week, he visited Aarthi and Suresh, Chander's father, but they were reluctant to leave their ancestral home. One day, Chander decided to visit his sister's family and booked a flight to Thirumangalam. On the day of his departure, his daughter, Nandhini, watched the news about heavy rains in Tamil Nadu. Concerned, she urged him to cancel the trip. Hesitant but cautious, Chander postponed his visit. Two days later, he received a call from Aarthi. “Anna, our house was damaged in the recent heavy rains. It’s over sixty years old, and the bedrooms are cracked. We had to move to Nithin’s place.” Chander’s heart sank. The house, a treasure trove of childhood memories built by their late father, was deteriorating. Without wasting time, Chander rushed to Thirumangalam. Upon seeing the damage, he spoke to the family contractor. “How much will it cost to repair?” he asked. The contractor sighed, “Prices have gone up. My best quote is six lakhs. I can make it beautiful.” Chander agreed without hesitation. He stayed with Nithin in Madurai while the repairs were underway. In just 45 days, the house was transformed into a stunning haven, retaining its old charm while boasting modern elegance. Chander's love for his parents, especially his father—the dedicated schoolmaster who instilled values of honesty and hard work in him—drove this effort. He felt a deep sense of duty to preserve his father's legacy, turning their beloved home into a beautiful castle that would honor their memory for generations to come K.Ragavan 17-10-24

Small Story 48Mystery of the MysorePak.

Small Story 48. Mystery of the Mysore Pak Anitha double-checked the address her friend Ranjitham had given her. The shop promised freshly made Mysore Pak, and after a long week, she was eager to indulge. As she entered, the salesperson greeted her warmly. “Madam, today all are freshly prepared! Just now, we made some Mysore Pak.” He handed her a small piece to taste. Anitha savored the sweet, buttery flavor. “Oh, nice! I’ll take 1 kg of Mysore Pak and half a kg of Badam cake, please.” With her purchase in hand, she headed home, excited to share her treats. However, as she opened the door, her son rushed in, a worried look on his face. “Mom, I had an accident!” He showed her his leg, scratched and bleeding. “Someone on a scooter hit me while I was walking home!” Panic surged through Anitha as she grabbed her car keys. “Let’s go to Dr. Rao!” She drove swiftly, her heart racing, and they arrived at the clinic just as Dr. Rao finished with another patient. After a tense twenty minutes of waiting, her phone buzzed. It was Ramya, another friend. “Anitha, can you give me your doctor’s address? My son fainted during a cricket match at the Jaynagar ground after being hit by a ball.” “What?!” Anitha exclaimed. “That’s terrible! I was just buying Mysore Pak when I got the news about my son.” Both friends shared a moment of shock, realizing the odd coincidence. “This is a bad omen,” Anitha said. “First, my son gets hit, and now yours? We just wanted a treat!” Ranjitham’s love for the Mysore Pak shop had taken a dark turn, leaving Anitha and Ramya to wonder: was it the sweet treat that brought misfortune, or just an unlucky day for them both? K.Ragavan 16-10-24

Ongoing Chennai crisis.

The on going crisis in Chennai Absolutely, proactive measures are crucial in disaster management. Long-term planning, such as improving drainage systems, investing in infrastructure, and implementing early warning systems, could significantly reduce the impact of heavy rains. It's essential for governments to prioritize these initiatives to protect communities effectively. K.Ragavan 15-10-24

Small Story 47Trio's Final Destination

Trio's Final Destination Ram, Sam, and Pravin had been inseparable friends for over twenty-five years, working together in Singapore and approaching their retirement next year. Each hailed from different parts of India, and every year, they returned home for a month-long holiday—spending the first twenty-seven days in their native places and the last three in Bengaluru, reconnecting with old friends. This year, their holiday took on special significance. Determined to choose a place to settle after retirement, they spent their time discussing potential locations. Sam passionately advocated for Tirunelveli, highlighting its rapid development and proximity to his hometown. Ram and Pravin, from Virudhunagar and Tenkasi respectively, were intrigued but wanted to weigh their options. In Bengaluru, their conversations deepened. They met with old friends, sharing stories and insights. After lengthy discussions, they concluded that settling in the vibrant Garden City of Bengaluru would be ideal. Despite its challenges—traffic, pollution, and crowds—the city’s rich culture and the warmth of its people made a compelling case. They appreciated how the residents respected diverse faiths and beliefs, fostering a sense of community. With excitement, they secured beautiful apartments in a prime location, marking a new chapter in their lives. They realized that while every city had its merits, a place built on mutual respect and camaraderie was paramount. As their holiday came to an end, the trio returned to Singapore on a flight filled with dreams and anticipation. They knew their final destination was not just about a place, but about the friendships and respect they would cultivate in their new home. K.Ragavan 15-10-24

Small Story 46.Longing Mummy.

Small Story 46.Longing Mummy. Ram returned to his room after a refreshing evening walk, the vibrant campus of Boulder surrounding him with its lush trees and serene parks. His roommate Mohan, a friendly soul from Telangana, had just returned as well. “Hi, Ram! Shall we go for dinner at the new Rajasthan Cafe?” Mohan suggested. “Sure!” Ram replied, excited to explore the new eatery. Meanwhile, back in Mysore, Ram's mother, Janaki, was eagerly awaiting her son's call. Typically, Ram called at 7:30 AM Indian time, and Janaki was already waiting by the phone from 6:30, her heart filled with longing after a year apart. Ram had traveled to the US for his post-graduate studies, leaving behind his parents, Keshav and Janaki, who had always been his biggest supporters. Keshav, a scientist at the renowned CFTRI, was immensely proud of Ram’s achievements, especially when he graduated with a gold medal from JC Engineering College. Janaki cherished every moment of his childhood, from his playful antics to his eloquent speeches, and sending him off to America had been a heart-wrenching decision. One fateful day, Janaki had visited a famous astrologer during a trip to Udupi. Curious about Ram's future, her friend Ranjitham asked the astrologer to read Ram's horoscope. Though hesitant without his birth details, Janaki provided his star,Gothram and birth date. The astrologer’s prediction sent chills down her spine: at 28, Ram would face a significant crisis. From that day on, Janaki prayed fervently, hoping to shield her son from the foretold troubles. When Ranjitham visited to check on Ram before he left for the US, she could not hold back the dark prediction. This deepened Janaki’s fears, leading her to insist that Ram return after two years, when he would be 27. As Ram settled into life in Boulder, he had no idea of the weight on his mother’s heart. Their daily hour-long conversations masked Janaki’s silent worries, and she filled her evenings with prayers, chanting ancient texts for his safety. After completing his studies with flying colors, Ram returned to India just shy of turning 28. The last day of the month loomed, and Janaki's prayers grew more intense. One morning, while preparing tea, Janaki hugged Ram tightly, cherishing the moment. But as she glanced through his diary, she stumbled upon a page revealing their family’s true horoscope. In disbelief, she realized Ram’s gothram was Athreya, not the Bharathwaj the astrologer had predicted. Elated, Janaki jumped with joy, a wave of relief washing over her. “Ram, I made a mistake! God is great, and so is the astrologer—just not for you!” In that moment, her heart lightened, and she knew her prayers had been answered. Ram smiled, oblivious to the storm that had been brewing in his mother’s heart, grateful for their time together at last. K.Ragavan. 14-10-24

Tribute to Muktha Films Group and It's Team 839.

Ever since I joined Muktha Films Group in 2022, I have witnessed its remarkable growth and impact, particularly in honoring film personalities across various categories. Recently, the group organized a novel event for Navratri Golu that attracted participants from all over the globe, including notable figures like the "Thanga Pengal" participants. The organizers, led by Maya Srinivasan, along with the talented anchors and dedicated team members, played their roles exceptionally well, ensuring the event's success. Muktha has been a significant name in the film industry since its inception over six decades ago by the dynamic duo of Director V. Srinivasan and Producer V. Ramaswamy. Their commitment to delivering meaningful content and instilling moral values has left a lasting legacy. The respect and admiration shown by members in their participation speak volumes about the group's ethos. I deeply admire the teamwork under Maya, along with her brother Ravi and Sundar, which has been nothing short of inspiring. Wishing Muktha Films Group continued success in the future as it forges ahead, creating meaningful connections and celebrating the rich tapestry of film and culture. K.Ragavan 14-10-24 Until We Meet Again Next Week,

From My Friend Ramasubramanian

Hello Sir, Good Day. This Friday was the 8th day of Navaratri Festival and celebrated across the country, as Saraswathi Puja. As I was thinking about the significance of this Puja and tried to put together a few words as to how, through offering puja to Goddess Saraswathi, can help us take baby steps on our spiritual Journey. Please read the below, share your ideas and comments and let us progress on this Journey. Using the letters in the name of the goddess "Saraswathi", its a humble effort to outlines these steps. (Pls view this message in landscape format. ) Guiding us on the Spiritual Journey Through Awareness and Resilience towards realizing the Atman, Soul, based on the principles of Sanatana Dharma by bestowing Wisdom to us all, turning our focus towards Atma on the foundation of Truth elevating us to a Higher plane eventually leading to Immortality Wish you and your family a very happy Festival. Do let me know your comments, views, etc on the above. Thanks & Regards, Ram