Small Story 84 The Surprise at the Door

Small Story 84 The Surprise at the Door Ramaswamy was waiting for his turn to give a blood sample for a sugar test when an elderly lady came and sat next to him. She smiled at him and said, "Sir, I’m in a bit of a hurry. If you could kindly allow me to go next, I would be very grateful." Normally, Ramaswamy would have declined, but today he had to finish his appointment quickly to attend to some urgent work. "I'm sorry, Madam, I also have some urgent work. Please excuse me," he replied. "No problem, Sir," she said politely. Her calm and respectful tone made Ramaswamy rethink. He was convinced by her gentle response and decided to let her go ahead. When his turn came, Ramaswamy asked the nurse to let the lady go next. She was visibly relieved and thanked him warmly. After she finished, he went in for his blood test. Once done, he stopped by a nearby Jayanagar hotel for a masala dosa and tea before heading home. The reason Ramaswamy was in a hurry was that his grandson was leaving for higher studies in the U.S. via Delhi at 12 pm that very day. He wanted to finish his work so he could be there on time to send him off. That’s why he initially hesitated to let the lady go ahead. But now, reflecting on her thoughtful manner, he was glad he had made the decision to help her. When Ramaswamy got home, he shared the story with his wife, Ambujam. “I don’t know what made her in such a hurry,” he said. “But in the end, her humble reply made me feel I had done the right thing.” At 11:30 am, just as Ramaswamy was preparing to leave for the airport, his surprise came: the same lady, Janaki, appeared at his door. "Namaskara, Sir," she greeted him warmly. "My grandson and your grandson are classmates. He’s in Colorado, Denver, and will be hosting your grandson, Sreeram, during his stay. I brought some sweets, pickles, and snacks for them." Janaki continued, "I didn’t realize you were his grandfather. Now I understand why you seemed restless this morning. I’m sorry if I disturbed you." She handed over a large parcel and another smaller one for Ramaswamy's family. Just then, Sreeram arrived home and greeted her, "Namaskara, Grandmother. My blessings to you for a safe journey." Ramaswamy was deeply moved by the kindness and thoughtfulness of Janaki. His decision to help her that morning had turned out to be a rewarding experience, reminding him of the goodness in the world. K.Ragavan 21-11-24

Small Story 83 Pure(Pavithramana)Love Part 2

Small Story 83: Pure (Pavithramana) Love - Part 2 Pavithra's father, Ram, admired Mithun's unwavering determination and believed that a miracle could happen, though he often wondered how. Days and months passed by, and nearly two years had gone since Mithun had come to Chennai. Rahul never allowed Mithun to stay alone, and Vasanthi treated Mithun like a brother. Ajay was happy to spend time with Mithun, going out, playing cricket, and chess. One Sunday, Ajay brought his friend Atul home for lunch. Atul was one year senior to Ajay. After lunch, Vasanthi asked Atul, "What do your parents do?" Atul replied, "Dad, Shyam works as a Program Manager in a software company, and my mom, Ambujam, is a renowned psychiatrist with many credentials." The next day, Vasanthi and Rahul visited Atul’s house to meet Ambujam. After introductions, Vasanthi shared Pavithra’s tragic accident and how she had lost her memory, as well as how their dear friend Mithun was suffering because of it. Ambujam listened patiently and said, "I admire Mithun's hope for a miracle. In our family, we’ve witnessed Shirdi Sai Baba’s miracles many times. Bring Mithun, Pavithra, and her parents next Sunday. I’ll see what I can do with Baba's blessings." On Sunday, everyone gathered at Ambujam’s house around 4 PM. After tea and snacks, Ambujam announced, “We are going to watch a movie in our home theater.” Everyone entered the theater. As Mithun walked in, he noticed a photo of Hema Malini on the wall. Pavithra saw the photo and asked Ambujam, "Who is she?" Everyone took their seats, and Ambujam sat next to Pavithra. She turned off the lights and whispered to Mithun, “Come sit next to Pavithra.” Mithun moved to the seat beside her, and Ambujam quietly got up. The film started, and it was Seeta Aur Geeta. As the movie began, Pavithra’s interest piqued, and she began shouting, “Mithun, this is such a lovely movie!” She reached out her hand to the seat next to her where Mithun was sitting. As the movie continued, Pavithra started humming along to the songs, occasionally placing her hand on Mithun's. When the movie ended and the lights came back on, Pavithra turned to Mithun and said, “Mithun, you didn’t tell me we were watching this movie at a friend's house!” Her parents were visibly excited. Vasanthi, along with Pavithra’s parents, thanked Ambujam for her thoughtful idea. With Shirdi Sai Baba’s blessings, Pavithra had regained her memories.Ram congratulated Mithun for his unwavering belief in the miracle, and Rahul was overjoyed as well. A few days later, Mithun and Pavithra’s wedding took place beautifully, surrounded by love and happiness. The following week, the entire group—Mithun, Pavithra, their families, and friends—set off on a journey to Shirdi, to visit the sacred place of Shirdi Sai Baba, the place where their miracle had come to life. K.Ragavan. 20-11-24

Small Story 82.Pure (Pavithramana) Love

Small Story 82 Pure (Pavithramana) Love Rahul received a call from his friend Mithun, who was calling from Kolkata. "Hey Rahul, how are you? I'll be visiting Chennai next Monday for an official transfer. I’ll be meeting you at your house in Tambaram," Mithun said. Rahul couldn’t believe it. Mithun, his old friend from college, was moving from Kolkata to Chennai. Both had been classmates at Christian College. Mithun had lost his parents when he was just 12. His aunt had raised him, and after his graduation, Mithun joined a bank and was posted to Kolkata. His aunt passed away a few years ago, and now, after six years, Mithun was coming to Chennai. Rahul lived in an independent house with his wife, Vasanthi, who was a professor at a women’s college. They also had a cute 5-year-old son, Ajay, who was studying in 1st grade. On Monday, Rahul went to the airport to receive Mithun. Mithun was overjoyed to see his old friend after so many years. He had attended Rahul’s wedding but had to leave for Kolkata soon after. Vasanthi was equally happy to see Mithun. "Hey Rahul, it's been six years!" Vasanthi exclaimed, and Ajay, too, greeted Mithun with excitement. As they reminisced about old times, Mithun told Rahul that his original posting was in Chennai, but it had been changed to Tambaram. Rahul immediately invited him to stay with them. The next day, Mithun entered his new office and was warmly welcomed by all the staff. He was introduced to everyone and finally entered his own chamber. Just as the last staff member left, a lady walked in. "Sorry, sir. I was late because of traffic. I’m Pavithra," she said. Mithun froze for a moment, shocked by the name. "Hello, how are you?" he said, his voice a little shaky. "Sir, this is our first meeting," Pavithra replied politely. Mithun couldn’t help but think that she resembled someone from his past—Pavithra, the woman he had once loved in Kolkata. He had planned to marry her, but before they could finalize things, she was transferred to Chennai. After that, they lost contact for three years. And now, here she was, working in the same branch. Later that day, Mithun visited Rahul’s house and told him about his past relationship with Pavithra. They had been in love in Kolkata, and he had even decided to marry her with her parents' blessing. But after Pavithra's transfer to Chennai, they lost touch. He was shocked to learn that she was now in his branch. As they were talking, a young lady entered their home. "Hello, Madam," she greeted Vasanthi. "Hey, Radhika, come in," Vasanthi said. "This is Radhika. I tutor her in chemistry. Please go to our room for the lesson," Rahul explained. After the tuition session, Radhika was about to leave when she mentioned her sister would pick her up. A few minutes later, Radhika's sister arrived. Mithun was stunned—it was none other than Pavithra. Vasanthi, noticing Mithun’s reaction, asked Radhika about her sister. Radhika shared a shocking story: Pavithra had been involved in a serious accident three years ago, while traveling near Chingleput. Her vehicle was hit by a truck, and she was thrown out. The accident caused severe trauma, and Pavithra lost her memory. She had forgotten everything about her past, including Mithun, and now, she thought of Rahul and Vasanthi as her new family. Despite consulting multiple doctors, there was no explanation for her condition. Mithun was deeply shocked by this revelation. The next day, Mithun and Rahul visited Pavithra’s parents to discuss the past. They reminded Pavithra’s parents about Mithun, as Pavithra had mentioned him before her accident. Her father recalled that she had been planning to marry Mithun, but then the accident happened, and everything changed. Pavithra’s father suggested they check her diary, as she used to write in it frequently. He went inside and found the diary in her personal drawer. They began reading through it and found that Pavithra had written about Mithun, even mentioning how they had watched the movie Seeta Aur Geeta together. When Pavithra had initially proposed to Mithun, she had hesitated and refused, unsure of her feelings. But now, as Mithun read those words, he felt a deep hope that one day, she would remember their love. Mithun was firm in his decision: "I will wait for her, no matter how long it takes. Our love is worth waiting for." But Pavithra’s father was hesitant. "Mithun, you can’t wait forever. You should consider marrying someone else," he advised. Mithun shook his head. "No, I believe in miracles. Our love was real, and I’m sure that someday she’ll come back to her old self. I won’t give up on her." Pavithra’s father, though surprised, could only nod in agreement. "If you truly believe in it,Your love is Pavithramana one then I wish you all the best," he said. Would a miracle really happen? Could Pavithra remember her past and her love for Mithun? Only time would tell. K.Ragavan 19-11-24

Tribute to my friend Murugappan 844

Tribute to my friend Murugappan. 844 Today, I fondly remember my good friend, Murugappan, with whom I have shared a friendship spanning over four decades, dating back to our days in Mysore. He is a man of simplicity, kindness, and understanding—traits that have made him not only a great friend but also a respected professional. Murugappan worked as a branch manager for a leading finance company and later retired to settle in Karaikudi, Chettinad, an area renowned for nurturing talented individuals across all walks of life. He is one of them. During our time in Mysore, we were regulars at the Sri Ramakrishna Seva Sangha, attending Sunday morning sessions from 9-10 AM. We were privileged to listen to the inspiring lectures of various Swamijis from the Sri Ramakrishna Ashrama. Apart from these spiritual pursuits, we also spent many holidays exploring and visiting various places around Mysore, sharing memories that remain close to my heart. Murugappan is smart, punctual, and always willing to help others. Above all, he is a deeply spiritual and God-fearing person, someone whose principles have had a lasting impact on me. Even though distance now separates us, with him living in Karaikudi and me elsewhere, our bond remains strong and unwavering. Today, I want to take a moment to pay tribute to this remarkable friend, who has always been an inspiration to me, especially with his exemplary knowledge of accountancy and his disciplined approach to life. I wish Murugappan, his son, and their entire family continued happiness, good health, and peace in the years ahead. K.Ragavan 18-11-24 Until We Meet Again Next Week

Small Story 81 Work is Worship

Small Story 81 Work is Worship After trying various cabs, Nandhini was tired and started looking for an auto to reach her friend Vasanthi’s place for lunch. Suddenly, an auto pulled up beside her. When she looked at the driver, she was surprised to see a person who looked more like an office employee than a usual auto driver. The driver, a smartly dressed 75-year-old man named Keshav, greeted her warmly. “Where would you like to go, madam?” he asked. “I need to go near Ragigudda,” Nandhini replied. The auto started smoothly, and as they drove, Keshav received a call. “Thank you, Sir. I received your payment this morning, and I’ve made an entry for October rent,” he said, speaking calmly but focused. A couple more calls came in, and Keshav replied to each one while keeping his attention on the road. Curious, Nandhini asked, “How long have you been driving an auto, sir?” Keshav smiled. “For the past one and a half decades, after I retired from the bank,” he replied. “Today is actually my 75th birthday. My children are all well-settled, but you’ll be surprised to hear why I drive an auto.” Nandhini waited, intrigued. “I could easily sit at home, watching TV and gossiping like many others of my age. But I don’t like that. I want to make a difference. I want to help people, especially senior citizens, by taking them to doctors and hospitals. Many of my friends ask me, ‘You have ancestral property and other homes. Why drive an auto?’ But for me, this work is fulfilling. It’s not just about earning money; it’s about making people’s journeys safer and more comfortable.” He continued, “Some people can’t afford to pay, so I don’t charge them. The money I earn goes into my trust, which I use to provide scholarships and cover fees for bright students, regardless of their caste.” Nandhini was stunned by his dedication and selflessness. She looked at Keshav with a newfound respect, seeing him as someone truly extraordinary. “Work is worship,” Keshav said with a smile, repeating the slogan his father had taught him. Touched by his words, Nandhini thanked him, “Thank you, sir.” She got out of the auto and entered the building, eager to share this inspiring experience with her friend Vasanthi. K.Ragavan 18-11-24

Small Story 80 Relationship won't Die

Small Story 80. Relationship Won't Die Madhav Rao was shocked to receive a reply to his invitation from his sister, Rama. In her letter, she mentioned that she wouldn't be attending his 80th birthday celebration, which was scheduled for one week from now in Madurai. Shyamala, Madhav's wife, was also surprised to see her sister-in-law's response. The reason behind Rama’s decision was something Shyamala hadn't expected: her son , Dr. Sudharsan, a leading surgeon at the Government Erskin Hospital, had refused to give his daughter Vasanthi in marriage to Rama's son, who had been working in Canada for several years. Sudharsan had cited the simple reason that relationships between cousins often don’t work out, especially in marriages, which made Rama very upset. She had been unable to convince him, and after that, she stopped visiting Madhav Rao’s place. More than one and a half decades had passed since her last visit. Eventually, she had migrated to Canada. Madhav Rao had always been very attached to his sister, her husband Raghavendra, and his nephew Dhananjay. But despite the tension between the families, Madhav was still hopeful that she would come to his 80th birthday celebration. On the day of the function, held in the famous Lakshmi Sundaram Hall, many dignitaries, VIPs, and doctors had attended. Madhav Rao, who had retired two decades ago from his position as Director of RAW, was highly respected by his colleagues and friends. The celebrations were grand, and people came to Madhav Rao and Shyamala to seek their blessings on this special occasion. Suddenly, Madhav Rao's old friend Keshav arrived with a young boy. “Madhav, I remember the old days we spent together in Chennai. I can't forget them,” Keshav said with a smile. Madhav nodded warmly. “Who is this boy?” Keshav replied, “He’s my friend's grandson. He's here on holiday from some country, I can't quite remember. He wanted to witness this function, so I brought him along. My friend is my neighbor in Adyar.” The cute boy, about 14 years old, prostrated before Madhav Rao and Shyamala in a traditional gesture of respect. Later, Keshav took the stage and introduced the boy to the guests. “Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here to celebrate the 80th Sadhabishekam of Madhav Rao, a very important occasion in Indian tradition. This young boy, Ram, has come here to witness this function. He is an admirer of Madhav Rao and his family. His grandparents were supposed to be here today, but due to personal reasons, they couldn’t attend.” The guests looked at the boy with curiosity as he stood up to speak. “Hello, everyone,” Ram said confidently, addressing the room. “I am very proud to say that I belong to this prestigious family. Madhav Rao is my grandmother's brother, and he is like a grandfather to me. My grandmother had her reasons for not coming here, but I convinced her, and she allowed me to attend in her place. Despite the letter she wrote to her brother, deep down, she wanted to be here. Unfortunately, she suffered a severe cardiac arrest recently and is now resting. She asked me to convey one message to all of you: relationships never die." Ram’s words were powerful, and Madhav Rao felt a lump form in his throat. Tears welled up in his eyes. Shyamala, too, could not hold back her emotions as they listened to the boy’s heartfelt message. K.Ragavan 17-11-24

Small Story 79.Genuine Friendship

Small Story 79 Genuine Friendship Ram arrived at the bus stand and waited at the gate for his friend Renu. After more than half an hour, he received a call from her. "Sorry, suddenly my mother fell down. I have to rush her to the doctor nearby. You can go to the office. I'll check on her condition and come later." Ram, understanding that Renu was in a hurry, replied, "Okay, take care of your mother." Both Ram and Renu worked in the same advertisement and event management company and had been close friends for the past two years. Many people at work thought they were more than just friends, but the two of them shared a strong bond of understanding and camaraderie. Although they were good friends, they were not in a romantic relationship. Renu had married three years ago to Deepak, an engineer working in the U.S. Deepak had visited India once after their marriage, and Renu had also gone to the U.S. to visit him. Renu had shared her secret with Ram about her marriage and the distance between them. The next day, as Ram was getting ready for work, his mother, Vasanthi, showed him a picture and asked, "I like her. Do you like her? Her name is Chandhini, and she works at Google in the U.S. Her parents, Ambujam and Srinivasan, are old friends of mine from my bank days. She's their only daughter. After marriage, either you can go to the U.S., or she can come to India on transfer to Bengaluru. It’s up to you, Ram." Ram, a little surprised, replied, "As you wish, Mummy." His father, an architect working with a leading consulting firm, also agreed with the idea. At lunchtime, Renu called Ram to check in and inform him that her mother was feeling better. Ram, in turn, shared the news about his mother's proposal for him to marry Chandhini. Renu was happy for him. "If she comes to India, I will be happy for you. But even if you go to the U.S., I will be happy too. I’ll always move forward with you. Not just as a good friend, but as a brother. I lost my own brother when I was in college. He died due to a fever." Ram was taken aback, having never heard this story before. "I’m so sorry, Renu," he said. "No problem, Ram," Renu replied, her voice warm. "After all, we're like family." The next day, Renu received a call from the U.S. It was from her husband, Chander. "Hey, Renu. How are you? I’m happy to share that my good friend, who I treat like a brother, is getting married to an Indian boy. I'm excited for them, and I will make sure to introduce them to her." "Hey, Renu, Chander is a wonderful friend, and also a caring brother. I’m truly blessed to have his association," said Chandhini, who was on the call with Chander. Renu was overjoyed. "Congratulations, Ram. I’m happy for you both!" Ram soon learned that Chandhini was a good friend of Renu's husband, Chander. The marriage between Ram and Chandhini took place smoothly. In a few months, Ram and Renu both migrated to the U.S. to start their new lives. As time passed, Ram, Renu, Chandhini, and Chander spent their holidays together with Ambujam and Srinivasan in San Diego. Vasanthi and her husband would visit the U.S. every year, and the families enjoyed a strong and lasting bond of friendship. Moral of the story: Friendship comes in many forms. The respect and love you offer will always be returned in the same way. Ram, Renu, Chandhini, and Chander demonstrated the true meaning of friendship—one that transcends distance, culture, and even family. K.Ragavan 16-11-24