Tribute to Versatile Actor Srinath.872

Tribute to Versatile Actor Srinath 872. Today, I pay tribute to another versatile and iconic Sandalwood actor who has made a profound impact on Kannada cinema for over five and a half decades — the legendary Srinath. Born in the cultural city of Mysuru (Mysore), Srinath initially nurtured an interest in cinematography. However, destiny had other plans, and he began his journey in the film industry with small roles before evolving into one of the most beloved heroes and versatile actors of Kannada cinema. If I am not mistaken, he has acted in over 350 films, portraying a wide range of characters alongside several legendary heroines and actors. His performances have spanned genres and generations, earning him numerous accolades and awards, including recognition from the Karnataka government and film industry bodies. Two of his notable films that I personally cherish are "Shubhamangala" and "Eradu Rekhegalu", where his acting brilliance truly shines. Few films i couldnot catch up.These films reflect his natural screen presence and deep emotional range. Beyond cinema, Srinath is also known for his philanthropic spirit. He has extended help to many deserving individuals in need, especially those suffering and struggling in silence. His humility and compassion off-screen make him a true doyen, not just of acting, but of humanity. A heartfelt salute to Srinath avaru — a legend, a gentleman, and an everlasting name in the annals of Sandalwood. K.Ragavan 12-5-25

Small Story 243.

Small Story 243. Dairy Negotiation and a Great Encounter After ten years, Chandini visited Mysore to see her good old schoolmate, Ranjitha. Chandini had settled in New Zealand with her husband Ram and their daughter Smitha, a final-year commerce student. Working as a Finance Manager in a large dairy farm, Chandini had recently come to Bengaluru to negotiate a product collaboration with a well-known dairy brand in Karnataka. Her meetings were fruitful, and before returning home, she decided to visit Ranjitha in Mysore. At the bus stand, Ranjitha was waiting eagerly. Seeing each other after so long, they hugged warmly, filled with joy and nostalgia. As they drove home, Ranjitha asked about Ram and Smitha. "They're fine," Chandini replied with a smile. At Ranjitha’s house, her parents—Desikan and Ambujam—welcomed Chandini warmly. Ram was Ambujam's nephew, and it was she who had arranged Chandini’s marriage when she was just 21. Chandini handed over some sweets she had made, and after a delicious lunch, she took a rest with Ranjitha. At 4 PM, Ranjitha had to head to the office for an important discussion, so Chandini stayed back. The next evening brought an unexpected highlight. Chief OO1, the internationally acclaimed investigator, visited Ranjitha’s home for tea. Chandini, who had watched many of his interviews, was thrilled to meet him in person. His humble demeanor paired with his brilliant mind left her speechless. After enjoying tea and sweets, OO1 praised Chandini’s efforts in building a bridge between Karnataka’s leading dairy brand and her homeland. Chandini couldn't contain her admiration and asked him a few questions, to which he replied with grace and wisdom. Meeting OO1, a world-renowned figure whose investigative academy had put Mysore on the global map, was an unforgettable experience for Chandini. She later remarked, “My country will be proud of this new collaboration, and my visit will be forever remembered for the great meeting with the legendary OO1.” Hearing her words, OO1 smiled majestically, his presence radiating the quiet power of true greatness. K.Ragavan 12-5-25

Small Story 242.

Small Story 242. Royal Encounter in the City of Dreams Vivek landed at Dubai International Airport, where his relative Ram was waiting to receive him. Ram, a chief executive at a leading pharmaceutical company in Dubai, lived with his wife Vasanthy and their only daughter Namratha, who was in her final year of a Master's in Visual Communication. After collecting his luggage, as they drove home, Ram asked, “How was your journey? How are Dad and Mum?” “The journey was fine,” Vivek replied. “Both Dad and Mum are doing well.” They soon arrived at Ram’s independent villa in a beautiful neighborhood near Satwa. Vasanthy welcomed Vivek warmly. “You’ve grown so tall! When you left Dubai 15 years ago, you were just a boy—and now you look like a hero.” “Thank you, aunty,” Vivek whispered with a shy smile. Namratha walked in from another room. “Hey! How are you?” she said with excitement. They all spent the morning reminiscing about old times. Over a hearty breakfast that included Vivek’s favorite—badam cake—Vasanthy nodded and said, “We always remember your mother's help. Without her support, Ram wouldn’t be where he is today.” Vivek’s father had moved to the U.S. 15 years ago, while Vivek had returned to India. Now, he had come back to Dubai for higher studies at a reputed university near Ram's home. “You spent five years at our own English school here,” Vasanthy continued, “and your return for further studies shows how much your mother loved this place.” Vivek smiled. “Not just my mum—I have many fond childhood memories here, too. I’m amazed at how dramatically the city has developed in the past 15 years, aunty.” Later in the afternoon, Vivek’s mother, Harini called from India and thanked Ram and Vasanthy for welcoming Vivek so warmly. Vasanthy responded kindly, “This is nothing, Harini it was you and your husband Shekhar who helped us come to the UAE. Where we are today is all thanks to you.” Harini replied, “Please don’t say that. One must always help those who are capable and deserving. Ram has proven himself, and I’m proud he’s my cousin.” After the call, life settled into a happy rhythm. Vivek began college and enjoyed the royal treatment from Ram and Vasanthy in the Royal City of Dubai. As Vivek reflected on the warm welcome and support he received, he realized—when you help others selflessly, life has a way of returning that kindness in the most timely and meaningful ways. K.Ragavan 11-5-25

Small Story 241.

Story 241 Sanctum of the Same Divine Sunitha had been longing for a visit to Guruvayur to worship Sri Guruvayurappan. But due to various reasons, her trip had been postponed multiple times. One morning, after sending her husband and daughter off to work, she settled down with the newspaper when the phone rang. It was her old classmate Ranjitham calling from Chennai. “Hey, how are you?” Ranjitham asked cheerfully. Hearing her old friend’s voice brought immense joy to Sunitha. Ranjitham shared that she would be attending a wedding in Bengaluru in three days and, since she was coming alone, asked if she could stay with Sunitha. “My dear, this is your home. You are always welcome!” replied Sunitha warmly. Ranjitham arrived that Thursday morning. At 50, she was majestic, respectable, and beautiful. Sunitha had sent her the location, and she reached comfortably by cab. After reminiscing about school days, they enjoyed a hearty breakfast of poori, chutney, and tea. Ranjitham had also brought sweets from Chennai, which Sunitha’s husband and daughter happily accepted before leaving for work. Later, Ranjitham shared her wish: “I came not just for the wedding or to meet you, but also to visit the Guruvayurappan Temple on Kanakapura Road. My friend Ambujam highly recommended it.” Sunitha’s heart filled with joy. “I’ve been longing to go to Guruvayur, and now, through you, it seems the Lord Himself has come to me!” The next day, Friday morning, they left Sunitha’s Jayanagar home by cab and reached the temple by 11 AM—just as Ambujam had advised. They had a blissful darshan of the deity and felt the divine presence akin to the original Guruvayur temple. After buying prasadam, they returned home for lunch. The following day, Ranjitham attended the wedding and left for Chennai by evening train. Sunitha was overwhelmed with gratitude. Through her beloved friend Ranjitham, her long-cherished wish to experience the divine presence of Guruvayurappan was fulfilled—right in her own city. K.Ragavan 10-5-25

Kudos to Prakash Belawadi.

Prakash Belawadi is truly one of the most versatile personalities in the Sandalwood film industry and theatre—an undeniable fact. His recent adaptation of the renowned writer B.L. Byrappa’s iconic novel Parva into a live performance, both in Kannada and English, is not only admirable but also awe-inspiring. By bringing to life the lesser-told perspectives of the Mahabharata characters, Prakash has given audiences a fresh and thought-provoking experience. With his distinct directorial touch, Prakash Belwadi has undoubtedly reached yet another milestone in his illustrious career—this is no exaggeration. Wishing him and his entire team tremendous success for the upcoming performance, scheduled for May 16 at Prestige Auditorium (if I’m correct), where both long-time fans and new admirers will surely be captivated by this compelling concept. Kudos to PrakashBelawadi and team! Warm regards, K. Ragavan 9-5-25 ---

Letter.

Letter Published in The National UAE on 9 May 25 A doyen passes on The demise of the Indian space scientist K Kasturirangan late last month is a profound loss to his country and the global scientific community. A visionary leader, Dr Kasturirangan played a pivotal role in shaping India’s space programme and taking the Indian Space Research Organisation to great heights. Under his leadership, several landmark missions were conceptualised and executed, laying the foundation for future advancements. He was a brilliant scientist as well as an exemplary administrator, and known for his humility, integrity and unwavering commitment to scientific excellence. Admired and respected by colleagues, students and leaders alike, his legacy will continue to inspire generations to come. His passing is an irreparable loss to the world of science, education and space exploration. India has lost one of its finest minds and a true son of the soil. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 240.

Small Story 240 "Saved by a Detour: A Blessing in Disguise" Revathy was deeply worried about her son Arvind’s whereabouts. He had left Chennai for a tour of Kashmir on April 20, but there had been no word from him since. News of recent tragic incidents and government crackdowns in the region only heightened her fears. His mobile phone had been switched off for days, adding to her anxiety. Ram, Arvind’s father, was equally distraught. He considered filing a police complaint, but without any concrete information, he felt helpless. With heavy hearts, both he and Revathy turned to prayer, seeking the blessings of their family deity for Arvind’s safe return. That evening, Ram’s phone rang. To his immense relief, it was Arvind on the line. Whispering reassuringly, Arvind said, “Don’t worry, Dad. I’m on my way home. I’ll be there in about two hours.” True to his word, Arvind arrived two and a half hours later—cheerful, unharmed, and in his usual spirits. The family, overwhelmed with joy and gratitude, embraced him tightly and offered fervent prayers of thanks to their deity. As they settled down, eager to hear what had happened, Arvind began to recount the unexpected turn of events. He explained that after leaving Chennai with his friend Vishnu on April 20, they had made a spontaneous decision to stop in Tirupati for a darshan of Lord Balaji before heading to Kashmir. On the morning of April 21, just after their darshan, they unexpectedly ran into their old schoolmate Murthy—now a successful Telugu film director. Delighted by the reunion, Murthy insisted they accompany him to the shooting location of his upcoming film, which he described as his dream project. He urged them to postpone their Kashmir trip and stay in Tirupati for a few days. Intrigued and excited, Arvind and Vishnu agreed. Back in Chennai, Ram sat silently for a moment, his eyes moist. “I’m lucky my son came back safely,” he whispered. “So many sons and daughters never return…” He bowed his head in silent respect for the families of those who hadn’t been so fortunate. Arvind nodded thoughtfully and offered the sacred prasadam of Lord Srinivasa to his parents—a divine reminder that their detour had not just altered their plans, but may very well have saved their lives. Indeed, what seemed like a mere change of itinerary turned out to be a blessing in disguise. K.Ragavan 9-5-25 ---