GoodMovie Kotee Kannada

Recently I saw the Kannada movie Kotee and it was nicely handled by Director Parameswar Gundkal.Hero Kotee played by Dhananjay.Navami, Aayi played by vetern actress Tara, Ramesh Inder Rangayana raghuband others played well.Arun Bharma's cinematography nicely captured.Good entertaining movie facing the middle class.Good movie can be seen with family If I am right the background narration voice was like Achuyt Kumar. K.Ragavan

Small Story 22.Good Destination Meet.

Small Story 22.Padmanaban arrived at Egmore Station, his small suitcase in hand. With no need for a porter, he made his way through the bustling station, full of vibrant colors and activity. He quickly found his compartment and settled into his seat in the three-tier AC coach. His destination was Rameswaram, and though he had retired ten years ago with a comfortable pension, his life had become a series of aimless travels since his wife’s tragic accident three years prior. Without children or close family, the days felt increasingly lonely. As he sighed, murmuring to himself about the toughness of life, a woman approached. “Excuse me, seat number 3?” she asked, holding a bag. Padmanaban looked up and gestured to the opposite side of the compartment. “It’s over there,” he replied. Once she had settled, the woman introduced herself. “Hello, I’m Malavika, heading to Madurai.” Padmanaban smiled. “I’m going to Madurai too. Nice to meet you, Malavika.” As the train began its journey, the two started chatting in English. Malavika, who worked for a multinational company in Dubai, was traveling to Madurai to visit her uncle. Padmanaban learned that she had lost her father in a car accident when she was twenty, and she was now hoping to reconnect with her uncle, who had been out of touch for a while, with the hope of adopting him as a father figure. Their conversation revealed deep, unspoken desires and loneliness. Padmanaban felt a pang of sympathy. He understood Malavika’s longing for a father, and she understood his sense of emptiness, having never had children of his own. As the night wore on, Padmanaban made a silent vow to visit his friend in Madurai and then travel to Rameswaram to explore the possibility of adopting a girl. Both retired to sleep, their minds heavy with their personal quests. The next morning, at Dindigul Station, Malavika’s phone rang. She answered, and her face fell as she received the devastating news: her uncle had passed away the previous week from a heart attack and had disappeared into the sea during his bath. The body had not been recovered. Padmanaban, witnessing Malavika’s grief, felt a deep sadness for her loss. He offered his condolences. “I’m so sorry to hear that, Malavika.” Through her tears, Malavika responded, “I feel so unlucky. I thought I had a chance to find my father figure. You must be happy with your own family.” Padmanaban, moved by her words, replied gently, “I’m not happy, Malavika, not with a son or daughter. But if you would like, you could call me ‘dad.’” Malavika looked at him, her eyes wide with a mixture of hope and disbelief. “Would you really be willing to?” “Yes,” he said softly, “if it brings you comfort. I’ve been searching for a purpose and a way to fill the emptiness. Maybe this is the way.” A tentative smile spread across Malavika’s face, and for the first time in a long while, both felt a sense of connection that promised to fill the voids in their lives. K.Ragavan.

Tribute to Global Indians 835.

Tribute to Global Indians: Celebrating Excellence Across Borders 835 In the tapestry of global achievement, the vibrant thread of Indian talent shines brightly. Today, we pay homage to the remarkable Indians who have carved out influential roles in various spheres worldwide. Their exceptional contributions span across corporate leadership, communal activities, and politics, underscoring a legacy of excellence and dedication. Indians have made indelible marks in the corporate world, often holding key positions in some of the most prestigious organizations. Leaders like Sundar Pichai, CEO of Alphabet Inc., and Satya Nadella, CEO of Microsoft, exemplify the profound impact of Indian vision and work ethic on a global scale. Their innovative leadership and strategic acumen not only drive their companies forward but also inspire a generation of future leader Beyond the boardrooms, Indians play a pivotal role in fostering community spirit and cultural exchange. Organizations and individuals contribute significantly to multicultural dialogues, celebrating and sharing Indian traditions while embracing and respecting their new homes. Whether it's organizing Diwali festivals, participating in cultural forums, or volunteering for social causes, their efforts enrich communities and build bridges across cultures. In the realm of politics, Indians have made their mark as influential policymakers and leaders. Figures such as Kamala Harris, Vice President of the United States, and Rishi Sunak, Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, reflect the growing political clout of the Indian diaspora. Their roles underscore the blend of respect for their roots and commitment to their adopted nations, navigating complex global landscapes with grace and efficacy. One of the most admirable aspects of the global Indian community is their ability to maintain a deep connection with their heritage while embracing their new environments. Indian festivals, traditions, and cultural practices are celebrated with fervor and pride, even as they integrate into the multicultural fabric of their adopted countries. This duality of honoring one’s origins while contributing to a new society is a testament to their strength and resilience. In sum, the global Indian presence is a powerful testament to the capabilities and values that Indians bring to the world stage. Their achievements not only make India proud but also exemplify the universal principles of dedication, respect, and excellence. As they continue to shine brightly across various domains, they remind us of the profound impact that individuals and communities can have in shaping a more interconnected and vibrant world.Today i am very happy to pay tribute for the Global Indians in my Blogs. K.Ragavan 16-9-24 Until We Meet Again Next Week

Small Story 21 Investigation Bonding

Investigation Bonding ஓய்வு பெற்ற பிறகு, ஆத்மராவ் ஒரு சிறப்பு பணியை மேற்கொண்டார்: அவருக்கு பிடித்த எழுத்தாளரின் புத்தகத்தைக் கண்டுபிடிப்பது. புலனாய்வுக் கதைகளின் வாழ்நாள் ரசிகரான அவர், தனது சேகரிப்பில் ஒரு புதிய சேர்க்கையைக் கண்டுபிடிக்க ஆர்வமாக இருந்தார். அவர் பார்வையிட்ட விசித்திரமான புத்தகக் கடை ஒரு பழக்கமான புகலிடமாக இருந்தது, அதன் அலமாரிகளில் சாகசம் மற்றும் சூழ்ச்சிக்கு உறுதியளிக்கும் தலைப்புகள் வரிசையாக இருந்தன. அவர் இடைநாழிகளில் அலைந்து கொண்டிருந்தபோது, ஒரு உற்சாகமான குரல் அவரை வரவேற்றது. "சார், என்னை ஞாபகம் இருக்கா?" கேஷ் கவுண்டருக்குப் பின்னால் இருந்த இளைஞன் கனிவான புன்னகையுடன் கேட்டான். ஆத்மராவ் குழப்பத்துடன் அவனைப் பார்த்தார். அவனால் அந்த முகத்தை சரியாக அடையாளம் காண முடியவில்லை, ஆனால் அது ஒரு தெளிவற்ற பரிச்சய உணர்வைத் தூண்டியது. அந்த இளைஞன் தொடர்ந்தான், "பன்னிரண்டு வருடங்களுக்கு முன்பு, நான் கல்லூரியில் படித்துக் கொண்டிருந்தபோது, உங்கள் வீட்டிற்கு செய்தித்தாள்களைக் கொடுத்தேன். நீங்கள் எப்போதும் என்னுடன் அரட்டையடிக்க நேரம் ஒதுக்கினீர்கள், என் சுமாரான வசதி இருந்தபோதிலும் என்னை ஊக்குவித்தீர்கள். என் முயற்சியை நீங்கள் பாராட்டியதும், புலனாய்வுக் கதைகள் மீதான உங்கள் அன்பைக் குறிப்பிட்டதும் எனக்கு நினைவிருக்கிறது. அடையாளம் தெரிந்ததும் ஆத்மராவின் கண்கள் விரிந்தன. "நீங்க ராம் இல்லையா?" என்றான் வியப்புடன். "ஆமாம், அது சரிதான்,"ராம் புன்னகை விரிந்தான். "உங்கள் ஊக்கம் புலனாய்வுக் கதைகளுக்கான எனது ஆர்வத்தைத் தொடர என்னைத் தூண்டியது. நான் எழுதத் தொடங்கினேன், இப்போது பத்து புத்தகங்களை வெளியிட்டுள்ளேன். இங்குள்ள கடை உரிமையாளர் எனது விநியோகஸ்தர். நான் உங்களை மீண்டும் சந்திப்பேன் என்று நம்புகிறேன், உங்கள் ஆதரவுக்கு நன்றி. அப்போது, கடை உரிமையாளர் ஒரு சிறப்பு அட்டையில் சுற்றப்பட்ட ஒரு புத்தகத்துடன் வந்தார். "ஆத்மராவ், இது உங்களுக்குத்தான்" என்று அதை அவரிடம் நீட்டினார். ஆத்மராவ் புத்தகத்தை கவனமாகப் பிரித்துப் பார்த்தார். அதில் தனது பெயரும் பொறிக்கப்பட்டிருந்த தலைப்பைக் கண்டு வியந்தார். புத்தகத்தைப் புரட்டியதும் avarathu வியப்பு அதிகரித்தது. முன்னுரையில் எழுத்தாளராக "ராம்" என்ற பெயர் இருந்தது, ஆனால் சுவாரஸ்யமாக, அவரது புனைப்பெயர் "ஆத்மா. கண்களில் கண்ணீர் பெருக, ஆத்மராவ் மனம் நெகிழ்ந்து ராமைப் பார்த்தார். "நீ உண்மையிலேயே அபாரமானவன் ராம்" என்று அவனை அன்புடன் அணைத்துக் கொண்டான். "இன்று முதல் நான் உங்கள் வாசகன்." இருவரும் மகிழ்ச்சியையும் சாதனையையும் பகிர்ந்துகொண்ட ஒரு கணத்தில் மூழ்கி, இதயங்களில் நன்றியுணர்வும் பெருமிதமும் நிரம்பி வழிந்தன. கே.ராகவன்

Small Story 21. Investigation Bonding.

Small story 21.Investigation Bonding. After his retirement, AthmaRao set out on a special mission: to find a book by his favorite author. A lifelong fan of investigation stories, he was eager to discover a new addition to his collection. The quaint bookshop he visited was a familiar haven, its shelves lined with titles that promised adventure and intrigue. As he wandered through the aisles, an enthusiastic voice greeted him. "Sir, do you remember me?" the young man behind the cash counter asked with a warm smile. AthmaRao looked at him, puzzled. He couldn't quite place the face, though it stirred a vague sense of familiarity. The young man continued, "Twelve years ago, when I was studying in college, I delivered newspapers to your house. You always took the time to chat with me and encouraged me, despite my modest means. I remember you appreciated my efforts and mentioned your love for investigation stories." AthmaRao’s eyes widened as recognition dawned. "You’re Ram, aren’t you?" he asked, astonished. "Yes, that’s right," Ram replied, his smile widening. "Your encouragement inspired me to pursue my passion for investigation stories. I started writing, and now I've published ten books. The shop owner here is my distributor. I've been hoping to meet you again and thank you for your support." Just then, the shop owner appeared with a book wrapped in a special cover. "AthmaRao, this is for you," he said, presenting it to him. AthmaRao carefully unwrapped the book and was struck by the sight of the title, which had his own name inscribed on it. As he flipped open the book, his astonishment grew. The preface bore the name "Ram" as the author, but intriguingly, his pen name was "Athma. With tears welling up in his eyes, AthmaRao looked at Ram, deeply moved. "You’re truly remarkable, Ram," he said, embracing him warmly. "From today, I am your reader." The two stood there, enveloped in a moment of shared joy and achievement, their hearts brimming with gratitude and pride. K.Ragavan

Small Story 20. Train Friend ship.

Small Story 20.Train Friendship Shekhar was feeling the weight of anticipation as the train passed through the familiar stations. His gaze frequently darted towards the window, waiting for Kodambakkam station to appear. For the past week, he had been enchanted by the sight of a smart, elegant girl boarding at that very stop. He couldn’t deny his growing interest in her, wondering about her life and how it intersected with his own. Today, as the train pulled into Kodambakkam station, Shekhar’s heart sank when he didn’t see her. Disappointment washed over him as the train continued its journey. The chatter among his fellow passengers in the first-class compartment revolved around the latest news: the disturbing murder of a doctor. Shekhar barely registered the conversation, his mind fixated on the absence of the girl who had become the highlight of his morning commute. By the time the train reached Egmore, Shekhar had already resolved to put his disappointment behind him. He got down and quickly grabbed an auto-rickshaw to Poonamallee High Road, where he had an appointment with a leading ENT specialist. The ride was swift, fueled by Shekhar’s urgency. At the clinic, the nurse asked him to wait as the doctor was still with a patient. Ten minutes later, a woman in her mid-forties exited the consulting room. She looked slightly distressed but managed a polite smile as she left. Shekhar stepped in, attended to his official routine about his products, and when he emerged, his mood had noticeably brightened. As he was about to leave, he saw her—Nandhini, the girl from the train—entering the clinic. She was holding a prescription slip and talking to the nurse. Shekhar's heart skipped a beat. He gathered the courage to approach her. “Excuse me,” he said, catching her attention. “I couldn’t help but notice you’re looking for something. Is that a prescription?” Nandhini turned, her eyes lighting up with recognition. “Oh, you’re in the pharmaceutical field, aren’t you?” she asked with a warm smile. She was surprised but pleased to meet someone from the industry. “Yes, I work for a multinational company,” Shekhar replied, his heart racing with excitement. When Nandhini showed him the prescription for Mother's Shekhar’s face lit up even more. The ear drops prescribed were from his company, and he knew exactly where to find them. “This product is in short supply, but I have good news. We received a fresh stock just yesterday. I can deliver it to you this evening, if you’d like,” Shekhar offered. Nandhini was grateful and impressed by Shekhar’s professionalism and kindness. She gave him her address and her name. When Shekhar heard her name, he couldn’t help but smile and softly repeat it to himself. “Nandhini,” he murmured, feeling a deeper connection. That evening, Shekhar made his way to Nandhini’s home with the eye drops. Their interaction was warm and pleasant, setting the stage for a budding friendship. As the days went by, their meetings on the train turned into friendly conversations. Their bond grew stronger, reminiscent of a Bollywood romance. Both their parents noticed the budding relationship and were supportive. However, they set a condition: Nandhini needed to complete her journalism course, which would take another three years. Shekhar, thrilled by the prospect of their future together, eagerly agreed to the terms. The waiting period seemed like a small price to pay for a future with someone who had captured his heart. Their story unfolded with a blend of anticipation and joy, much like a cherished movie plot. Shekhar and Nandhini, with their dreams intertwined, looked forward to the day when their journey would truly begin. K.Ragavan.

Letter.

https://www.newindiaabroad.com/english/letters-to-the-editor/response-to-article-on-divya-chaturvedi