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

Small Story 45. Award Function Help.

Small Story 45. Award Function Help. The train was about to depart, and Shanmugam felt restless. Just then, a young, smart lady approached him. “Uncle, could you please hold my handbag? I’ll be back in a few minutes—I just need to buy some magazines from the platform shop.” Shanmugam nodded and accepted the bag, but as the train began to move, he realized the lady hadn’t returned. The first stop came and went, and still no sign of her. With each passing minute, his worry grew. What could have happened to her? He glanced at the bag, which held no address or phone number. Hesitant to open it, he decided to wait. As the train rolled on, anxiety gnawed at him. Finally, at their destination, he faced a dilemma: should he go to the nearby railway police or stay put? Just then, his phone rang. “Hello? Who is speaking?” he asked. “Please stay there; I’ll come!” a voice said urgently. In ten minutes, a new lady arrived, breathless and smiling. “Uncle, my friend Kanaka asked me to collect this bag from you.” Shanmugam blinked in surprise. “Kanaka? But how does she know me?” The lady, Reshmi, replied, “I was traveling in the compartment next to yours.After buying Magazines She was travelling withme but has to go home urgently . She sent me a picture of you at your award function yesterday at Raj Bhavan. Shanmugam felt a wave of realization wash over him. He had just received the “Best Staff of the Year” award from his department and was returning to Tenkasi to share the news with his family. Reshmi “You can call Kanaka now and let her know I got it. Now you can go home to your daughters and wife, proud of your achievement.” Grateful, Shanmugam thanked Reshmi for her kindness. In that moment, he felt a deep appreciation for the good people in the world, realizing that sometimes, help arrives when you least expect it. K.Ragavan 13-10-24

Small Story 44.Library Bond.

Small Story 44.Library Bond. Ram sat in the library, eagerly awaiting Nandhini. Their Friday and Saturday evening ritual had become a cherished part of his week, where they would lose themselves in the pages of their favorite books for an hour. Both in their mid-twenties, they shared a love for learning that their mothers encouraged— Asha and Revathi, old friends, wanted their children to grow beyond conventional paths. After their reading session, they would head to a nearby café for tea. One evening, as they sipped their steaming cups, a familiar voice interrupted their conversation. "Nandhini!" It was Vasanthi, an old college friend. "Hi! How are you?" Nandhini exclaimed, her face lighting up with delight. "I’m great! Just moved to Bengaluru from Chennai—Dad got transferred," Vasanthi replied, her eyes sparkling with excitement. The two friends caught up, exchanging numbers to stay connected, just as Ram returned from the restroom. After introductions, Ram shared that he worked as a Product Manager in a pharmaceutical company. They chatted for a few minutes before parting ways. The next day, at a shopping mall, Vasanthi spotted Ram again. They talked for a while, and she asked for his number, wanting to connect further. Days later, Ram received a message from her, asking for career advice. "Can we meet?" it read. He replied promptly, and soon they arranged to meet at a well-known temple in Vasanthapura. After their darshan, they stepped outside to talk. “Sorry to disturb you today, but I really want to switch to the pharma industry. Can you help?” Vasanthi asked, a hint of hope in her voice. “Actually, we have a vacancy in my company. Send me your CV!” Ram said, eager to assist. The next day, he received her CV and arranged an interview. Vasanthi impressed everyone and was offered the job on the spot. As time passed, she settled well into her new role, grateful for Ram's support. One evening, Vasanthi's parents visited Ram's house. After some pleasant conversation over tea, Vasanthi's dad brought up a topic that caught everyone off guard. “So, what about the marriage proposal for Ram and Vasanthi?” A sudden hush fell over the room as Asha, Ram's mother, replied, “I’m sorry, but Ram’s marriage has been fixed with my friend’s daughter.” “Is it Nandhini?” Vasanthi blurted out, stunned. “No, my other friend's daughter, Devika. She’s in research in Sydney,” Asha clarified, noting the surprise on Vasanthi's face. “Ambujam and I are close friends, just like Nandhini’s mother.” As Vasanthi absorbed the news, a wave of disappointment washed over her. She felt unlucky, realizing she had crossed paths with someone who seemed destined for another. Ram and Nandhini shared a bond built on friendship and admiration, while Vasanthi was left reflecting on what could have been. Life had a way of intertwining stories, and this chapter was closing as a new one began for Ram and Nandhini, while Vasanthi set her sights on carving her own path in the industry they all cherished. K.Ragavan 12-10-24

Small Story 43.Temple Miracle

Small Story 43 Temple Miracle Nachiappan and Valli had been happily married for six years, living in Madurai. Nachiappan worked as an accountant at a leading bank, while Valli was employed at an insurance company. They enjoyed a comfortable lifestyle, free from the struggles of many middle-class families. Nachiappan hailed from Pillaiyarpatti, and Valli was from Karaikudi. One evening, after returning home from work and sipping hot tea, Valli’s phone rang. It was Ranjitham, an old friend from Dindigul. "Hello, Valli! I arrived in Madurai yesterday and would love to visit. Can I come tomorrow around 4 PM?" Valli's face lit up. "Of course, Mami! It’s been too long!" The next day, Ranjitham arrived looking graceful and radiant. After warm greetings, she shared her reason for the visit: her son had been transferred to Madurai for his job at a film distribution company, and they were looking for a house to rent. Valli remembered the upper portion of their house would be vacated in two days. “You can have it if you like!” she offered eagerly. Ranjitham’s eyes sparkled with joy. “That would be perfect! It’s wonderful to have familiar faces around.” As they chatted, Ranjitham leaned in closer to Valli. “I want to recommend a powerful temple near Nagamangala in Karnataka. Many couples have been blessed with children after visiting. Two in our family did!” Valli listened intently and took down the address, her heart racing with hope. After a lovely meal, Ranjitham bid farewell, promising to call soon. Valli felt a renewed sense of optimism, longing for a child, and she thanked Ranjitham for the visit. A few days later, Ranjitham’s son Bhargav and his wife Lakshmi moved into the upper portion. The families quickly bonded, sharing stories and experiences. One evening, Valli and Nachiappan decided it was time to visit the temple. Just as they were about to leave, Valli suddenly collapsed. Panic gripped Nachiappan as he rushed her to their neighbor, a gynecologist. After a thorough check-up, the doctor smiled. “Congratulations! Valli is pregnant!” Joy erupted in Nachiappan’s heart, and he couldn’t wait to share the news with Bhargav and Lakshmi, who were equally thrilled. After receiving the doctor’s blessing and a prescription, Valli and Nachiappan set off for Bengaluru, en route to Nagamangala. As the train chugged along, Valli felt a sense of magic in the air. Her heart swelled with gratitude for her dear friend Ranjitham, whose simple suggestion had led to this miracle. With a child on the way, she couldn’t help but believe that sometimes, wishes come true in the most unexpected ways K.Ragavan 11-10-24

Letter..

Letter Published in The National UAE on 11October 24 An Indian titan passes With regard to Kyle Fitzgerald's report Ratan Tata: Former Tata Group chairman and industrialist dies aged 86 (October 9): The industrialist and philanthropist Ratan Tata was beloved by many and known for his integrity and kindness. This marks a profound loss for India. His contributions to the industry and society were invaluable, as he championed numerous charitable causes, uplifted communities and inspired countless people. His legacy of generosity and commitment to social responsibility will continue to resonate, reminding us of the impact one dedicated person can have on a company and country. His absence will surely be felt deeply, but his remarkable life and values will live on in the hearts of those he touched. May his soul rest in peace. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 42.Good Inter action.

Small Story 42 Good Interaction. Davidson boarded the flight, ready to depart for Dubai. As a photojournalist for a leading international magazine based in the U.S., he was excited about the journey ahead. He accepted a welcome drink and glanced at his neighbor, a charming woman in her mid-thirties. “Hi, I’m Radhika. I’m heading to Dubai for work at a bank,” she said with a warm smile. “Nice to meet you, Radhika. I’m Davidson,” he replied, feeling an instant connection. They struck up a conversation that flowed effortlessly, moving from the banking industry to photography, sharing stories and insights. Before long, they had exchanged business cards, promising to keep in touch. A few days later, Radhika discovered Davidson’s impressive profile on Facebook, showcasing his extensive connections and achievements. She sent him a friend request, and within minutes, he accepted. Not long after, Davidson messaged her with an invitation to a special function where the ruler of Dubai would be the chief guest. Excited, Radhika arrived at the Sheraton Hotel, where Davidson was waiting to greet her. After a brief chat, the event commenced. Davidson was introduced to the audience as an award-winning international photographer, receiving honors for his outstanding contributions to various magazines, including being named Time’s popular figure of the month. Radhika beamed with pride at her newfound acquaintance. After the dinner, Davidson drove Radhika home. “I’m leaving for the U.S. tomorrow,” he said. “It was truly memorable meeting you. I learned so much during our conversation.” “I enjoyed it too,” Radhika replied, touched. Davidson continued, “My wife, Catherine, is the Chief Executive of a leading bank. We share insights about our professions every night, and when you mentioned the banking sector, I was intrigued. My dad always taught me to share knowledge with like-minded people, and I’ve kept that lesson close for the past twelve years.” Radhika was delighted by his perspective and the warmth of their exchange. She gave him a hug as they reached her residence. “Safe travels, Davidson. Let’s stay in touch!” “Absolutely,” he said, smiling as he waved goodbye, both knowing that this was just the beginning of a wonderful friendship. K.Ragavan. 10-10-24.

Irrecoverable loss.

The demise of the 87-year-old industrialist and philanthropist, who was beloved by all and, above all, a good human being, is a great loss to India. May his soul rest in peace. K.Ragavan

Small Story 41 Great Decision.

Small Story 41 Great Decision Ramu read the letter from his friend Shankar, who had settled in Sydney ten years ago. Shankar was coming to visit him and admired writer Ram'swritings under the pen name Tamilan for over fifteen years. Ramu recalled meeting the writer Ram at an event long ago. Excited, he called his wife, Pankajam, in the kitchen to share the news. She was thrilled, as her friend Swathy and her daughter Vasanthi would be visiting as well. The next day, Ramu went to the airport to greet Shankar and his family. Shankar complimented Ramu on his cozy 1,200-square-foot apartment. Vasanthi was overjoyed to see Ramu and Pankajam after a decade. However, Ramu felt a pang of sadness; he had recently lost his only son, who was meant to marry Vasanthi, his former classmate. Their parents had agreed on the match, but fate had intervened tragically. After a hearty lunch, the friends reminisced about old times. Ramu asked Vasanthi about her plans. She replied calmly, "I’m studying journalism and want to focus on that. I also came here to stay with my in-laws." Ramu was surprised. "Your in-laws?" Vasanthi smiled and said, "You are my father-in-law. When I decided to marry Pravin, I chose to make this house my home. I would be happy to stay here forever." Pankajam was taken aback by Vasanthi's bold decision. Shankar chuckled, "I hadn’t shared this secret!" Ramu embraced his old, sincere friend, feeling a mix of joy and hope for the future. K.Ragavan

My letter on 8October 24

https://www.newindiaabroad.com/english/letters-to-the-editor/appreciation-for-new-india-abroad

Small Story 40.Miracle Help.

Small Story 40.Miracle Help. Ranjitham had been coming to Ram's house for tuition for three days now. She was an expert in science, and Ram, an 8th grader, was eager to improve his marks. Their connection was forged when Ambujam, Ram's mother, met Ranjitham at a temple function, where Ranjitham’s beautiful singing impressed her. They quickly became friends, and Ambujam, recognizing Ranjitham's teaching skills, invited her to help Ram. On that third day, Ranjitham rang the bell, and Ram's voice called her in. Ambujam emerged from the kitchen, welcoming her with a warm smile and a cup of tea. After an hour of intense study, Ranjitham gathered her materials, ready to leave. "My husband is alone at home," she explained, but Ambujam urged her to sit a little longer. Ranjitham politely declined and stepped outside, thoughts of her husband, Desikan, heavy on her heart. Desikan had been battling throat cancer for three long years, and despite his resilience, he had grown weaker. Ranjitham, a brilliant academic herself, had taken up tutoring to support them, praying fervently to Krishna for her husband’s recovery. As Ram excelled in chess, training for an upcoming tournament in Dubai, Ambujam learned about a renowned doctor, Vasanthy, who could help Desikan. With a glimmer of hope, Ranjitham arranged for an appointment. However, the cost of treatment was staggering—twelve lakhs, even after a discount. Ranjitham felt torn; they had already spent so much on Desikan’s care. Meanwhile, Ram's father, Prasanna, sent Ram off to Dubai for his competition, unaware of the struggles at home. To Ranjitham's relief, Doctor Vasanthy successfully treated Desikan. When Ranjitham asked about the fees, the doctor revealed she had received funding from a charitable organization led by a close friend. Ranjitham was overwhelmed with gratitude. Curiosity gnawed at her; who was this benefactor? Ambujam soon revealed the truth: Doctor Vasanthy was not just a skilled physician but also a longtime friend from Ambujam’s school days, dedicated to helping those in need through her trust. Tears of joy filled Ranjitham's eyes as she realized the circle of support surrounding her. With Desikan on the road to recovery and Ram chasing his dreams, hope blossomed anew in their lives. K.Ragavan.

Small Story 39.Delivery Speaks.

Small Story 39.Delivery Speaks Ram arrived at the serene Sri Anjaneya temple, the scent of jasmine and incense wafting through the air. Archagar Srinivasan greeted him with a warm smile, knowing Ram was a devoted visitor. Just days earlier, Ram had come to offer thanks for his own achievement—scoring the highest marks in his B.Sc. He was filled with pride and gratitude as he reflected on that moment. Today, however, his heart was focused on someone else—his mother, Vasanthi. A seasoned journalist, she had built her reputation over two decades at a leading magazine. Recently, she was in the running for the prestigious position of Editor-in-Chief, competing against two other talented journalists. The announcement was set for 4 PM, and Ram was filled with anticipation and hope. After completing the archana for Vasanthi, Archagar Srinivasan handed him prasadam, a blessed offering. "Pray for her success, Ram," he encouraged. Ram nodded, feeling a deep connection to the divine as he held the small, sacred gift. Returning home, he couldn’t shake off his nervous energy. At 4:15 PM, he called Vasanthi. "Mummy, any news?" he asked, his voice tinged with excitement. "Not yet, they’re still in discussions," she replied, her tone calm but revealing her own anxiety. Fifteen minutes felt like an eternity. Ram paced the room, his heart racing. Finally, his phone buzzed with a notification. The company had announced the results. “After careful consideration of each candidate’s performance, the management is pleased to promote Vasanthi to Editor-in-Chief, effective immediately!” Joy surged through Ram. He quickly called his mother. When she picked up, her voice was filled with disbelief and happiness. “Ram, they chose me! I can’t believe it!” Tears of joy streamed down his face. It felt like a miracle—the divine grace he had prayed for had manifested. In that moment, he knew that this was not just a victory for his mother but a testament to her hard work and dedication. Ram felt an overwhelming sense of pride for his loving mummy and silently thanked Sri Anjaneya for answering his prayers. K.Ragavan

Tribute to New India Abroad 838.

Tribute to New India Abroad 838. Today, I want to pay tribute to a leading daily newspaper that has made a significant impact in the United States: New India Abroad. Renowned for its insightful content and impactful opinion and editorial pages, it has featured the work of experienced journalists who have covered a wide range of topics over the decades. While it primarily serves the Indian community, its influence extends to other migrants as well. For over a decade, I have been reading the old version of India Abroad and have consistently admired its comprehensive coverage. The newspaper shines a spotlight on the diverse achievements of Indian Americans, their cultural activities, and their active participation in the broader American administration, which is truly commendable. During my recent visit to Denver, I was struck by the newspaper’s continued excellence and relevance. I wish New India Abroad every success in the days ahead and commend it for its outstanding past contributions. Kudos to New India Abroad! K.Ragavan 7-10-24 Until We Meet Again Next Week

IAF Magnificient event.

Today's IAF Programme at Marina Chennai was amazing.IAF has been doing a magnificent job for Many decades and today's event was memorable K.Ragavan 6-10-24

Small Story 38.A Journey to New Beginnings

Small Story 38. A Journey to New Beginnings Ranjitham and Mallika were sisters, each a reflection of their parents’ dreams. Their father, Rangaswamy, a retired district judge, had a lifelong passion for flowers, which he expressed through the names he chose for his daughters—Ranjitham, the one who blooms with elegance, and Mallika, the delicate jasmine. Their mother, Pankajam, an educated woman with a progressive outlook, had always encouraged her daughters to pursue their passions. Now, at 36, Ranjitham was a leading physician in Bengaluru, dedicated to her career and the science she loved. Mallika, on the other hand, had married young at 19 and built a life in the United States with her husband, Prasanna, a software engineer, and their son, Varun, who was navigating the challenges of tenth grade. One day, Ranjitham received an urgent call from her parents, asking her to visit them in Denver. Curious and a bit anxious, she booked her ticket and prepared for the long journey ahead. As she settled into her business class seat, Ranjitham noticed an elegant woman sitting next to her. “Hello, I’m Radhika. Going to Denver?” she smiled warmly. “Same here,” Ranjitham replied, intrigued by her companion. The flight was long, spanning nine hours, and they chatted intermittently. When they landed in London for a layover, Radhika appeared uncomfortable, her face betraying signs of distress. Ranjitham’s instincts kicked in. “Are you alright?” she asked, checking Radhika’s pulse and observing her symptoms. “It’s just a bit of vertigo,” Radhika admitted. Without hesitation, Ranjitham offered her a tablet, and within moments, Radhika closed her eyes, drifting into a peaceful sleep. Hours later, they arrived in Denver, refreshed and ready to face the new adventure. Once they cleared immigration and collected their luggage, Ranjitham spotted her sister and brother-in-law waiting eagerly. Mallika hugged Radhika affectionately, and as Ranjitham approached, she learned that Radhika was Mallika’s mother-in-law, marking the beginning of an unexpected family connection. As they drove through the vibrant streets of Denver, Mallika turned to Ranjitham with a smile. “Mummy and Daddy have a surprise for you,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “What kind of surprise?” Ranjitham asked, curiosity piqued. “Radhika’s son will be coming back to India soon. You’re going to be his future wife!” Mallika exclaimed. Ranjitham’s heart raced. As she turned to look at Radhika, she felt a mix of excitement and nervousness. Radhika grinned, her eyes filled with warmth. “He’s a wonderful young man, and I think you’ll be very happy together.” To Ranjitham’s delight, she soon learned that Radhika’s son was none other than Pramod , her college mate and a dear friend. The prospect of rekindling a connection that had always been special filled her with joy. As they continued their journey, the backdrop of the Rocky Mountains painted a picture of hope and new beginnings. The blend of family ties and unexpected love had set the stage for Ranjitham’s life to take a turn she never saw coming, one that promised not only happiness but also the blossoming of a beautiful new chapter in her life. K.Ragavan

Small story 37.Face the Reality.

Small Story 37. Face the Reality.Ambujam brought tea to her husband Ram, who was anxiously reading the newspaper. The headlines about the ongoing crisis in the Middle East weighed heavily on his mind. “What’s wrong, Ram? You look troubled,” Ambujam asked, concern etched on her face. “Our son, Harish, is working in Israel, and with the war going on there, I can’t help but worry,” Ram admitted. “Even though safety measures are in place, I can’t shake this feeling.” “Here, take your tea,” Ambujam said gently, placing the steaming cup in front of him. “Don’t worry. Our God will take care of him.” Ram took a sip, the familiar taste comforting him. “You’ve kept this recipe perfect for decades.” Ambujam smiled. “My mother taught me this when I was in college. By the way, what’s the latest news from Harish?” Just then, Ram’s phone rang. It was Harish. “Daddy, I have news! There’s been a sudden development at work, and I’ve been transferred back to our city. I’m leaving today!” Ambujam beamed, turning to Ram. “See? I told you God would take care of him.” Ram sighed in relief. “I hope he’s here by tomorrow.” As they exchanged joyful glances, Ram’s phone rang again. This time, it was his friend Venkatesh, who had gone to the U.S. to visit his daughter. “Hey, Ram! Sorry, I couldn’t fulfill my promise about my daughter’s marriage to Harish,” Venkatesh said, his voice heavy with concern. “What happened?” Ram asked, surprised. “Charulatha was in an accident last week. A truck overturned, and she was thrown from her car. Thankfully, she survived, but she’s in critical condition. I can’t possibly give her hand to your son now.” Ambujam, overhearing the conversation, took the phone from Ram. “Venkatesh, I know you, your wife, and Charu well. Accidents happen, but think about what marriage truly means. Harish is coming back tomorrow, and he has always liked Charulatha since they were kids. Let’s not make hasty decisions based on this.” Venkatesh was taken aback by Ambujam’s words. “You’re surprisingly optimistic, Ambujam. I didn’t expect this.” “It’s all about faith and trust, Anna. Let’s keep our plans for the wedding. We can wait a little longer if needed. Harish is excited to come back,” she reassured him. Venkatesh’s heart softened. “You’re right. Thank you for your understanding. Let’s talk more when Harish arrives.” After the call, Ram looked at Ambujam, admiration shining in his eyes. “You have a way of seeing the silver lining in every cloud.” Ambujam smiled. “That’s what love and faith are all about. Together, we’ll face whatever comes our way.” K.Ragavan.

Small Story 36.Kindness is important.

Small story 36.Kindness is important. Janaki stood on the crowded platform, watching the train pull away. She had missed it, but the next one would arrive in just two minutes. Once on board, she quickly found a corner seat. As the train rumbled along, it stopped at Konanakunte station, where an elderly man boarded. He stood in front of her, a gentle smile on his face. "Would you like to sit?" Janaki offered, noticing he was struggling to keep his balance. He shook his head. "No, no, it’s alright. I’ll manage." When the train lurched again at Yelachenahalli, a wave of new passengers squeezed in, causing the man to sway slightly. Janaki offered her seat once more, but he kindly insisted, "Please, sit. It’s better for you. More people will push." Janaki admired his politeness and felt a warmth toward him. They chatted briefly, and she learned that he was a local resident. As they reached Jayanagar, Janaki got up to leave, and to her surprise, the elderly man followed her off the train. In the lift, she turned to him. “Do you live nearby?” “Yes, just a short walk from here,” he replied. When they stepped out, a car was waiting. “Where to, sir?” the driver asked. “It’s alright; I’ll walk,” he said, waving off the offer. “Thank you! Have a nice day!” Janaki smiled, watching him head down the street. Later that evening at work, Janaki's boss announced a special guest: a VIP would be visiting their magazine office. As she prepared for the meeting, she felt a flutter of nerves, curious about who it might be. At exactly 4:30, the door opened, and in walked Mr. Ram, a renowned Kannada film director. Janaki’s heart raced—he was the same elderly man from the train! “Welcome to our magazine, Mr. Ram,” she said, trying to keep her composure. He smiled warmly, “It’s nice to meet you again, Janaki. I remember your kindness on the train.” She was taken aback. “I didn’t realize it was you! I’m so sorry for not recognizing you.” He chuckled, “No need for apologies. You offered me your seat twice, and that speaks volumes about your character. Humility is important, whether in the spotlight or not.” Janaki felt a surge of joy at his words, realizing how special this encounter had been. “Thank you, sir. Your work has inspired me for years.” Mr. Ram smiled, “ you are my favourite columnist and i too not recoganized you, Let’s always remember the importance of kindness.” As the meeting went on, Janaki couldn’t help but feel grateful for their unexpected encounter. In the bustling city, two strangers had crossed paths and learned that true respect and humility transcend fame and fortune K.Ragavan.

Small Story 35.Mystery Cleared.

Small Story 35.Mystery Cleared. As the train pulled away from the station, Harley and Stanley settled into their seats, exchanging pleasantries. They were en route to Dev, a picturesque resort town near Bengaluru, known for its stunning landscapes and exquisite dining—thanks to the meticulous owner, Rana Dev, who had transformed the area into a hotspot for tourists and celebrities alike. As the scenery zipped past, their conversation turned serious. “It’s sad about Sam,” Harley said, glancing at Stanley. “I can’t believe you took him to that notorious gang.” Stanley shrugged. “I had to do it for the plot. It’s fiction, after all.” “Your intention isn’t correct,” Harley replied, shaking his head. “You dragged Monica into this too. What were you thinking?” Stanley frowned. “She was part of the story! You know how it goes.” Harley leaned closer. “But killing her off just for a treasure? That’s extreme.” Suddenly, a voice interrupted them. “Gentlemen, you’re both under arrest.” Startled, they turned to find a Special Police Officer, Shankar, standing next to them. “What do you mean we’re under arrest?” Harley asked, bewildered. Shankar crossed his arms, a stern look on his face. “You’ve been discussing crimes openly in public. What proof do you need more than your own admissions?” Stanley’s eyes widened. “You misunderstand! We’re not criminals; we’re mystery writers!” Shankar blinked, taken aback. “Writers? You’re Harley and Stanley? The famous mystery authors?” “Yes!” Harley replied, relief flooding his face. “We were just brainstorming for our next book. It’s all fiction!” Shankar’s expression softened, and a smile broke through. “I’ve wanted to meet you two for years! Your stories keep me on the edge of my seat.” The tension melted away as the three men began to chat animatedly about plot twists, characters, and suspenseful endings. As the train rolled through the lush countryside, their shared passion for storytelling transformed the ride into a vibrant brainstorming session. By the time they reached Dev, what had begun as an awkward misunderstanding had blossomed into a collaboration filled with excitement and inspiration. The journey had led them not only to a beautiful destination but also to the beginning of a thrilling new story that they would craft together. K.Ragavan.

Small Story 34.Old help Helped.

Small story 34.Old Help Helped. Ramaswamy took the Triplicane bus to see his old friend Sridhar. The bus was mostly empty, as it was after office hours. He had just retired last week from a private firm, and with only a month left until his daughter Swathy’s marriage to an IT professional in Dubai, his heart was filled with mixed emotions. As he got down at his stop, the conductor called out, “Sir, your stop!” Ramaswamy walked to Sridhar’s apartment, where his friend had settled after retiring from the bank. The two had shared many memories over the years, and as Ramaswamy approached, Sridhar leaped with joy. “How are you, buddy?” he exclaimed. “I’m fine,” Ramaswamy replied, but Sridhar noticed a cloud over him. “You’re not in your usual mood. What’s wrong?” Ramaswamy took a deep breath. “My daughter’s marriage is fixed, but I need 10 lakhs for the arrangements. My settlement will arrive in 21 days, and I can return the amount in 25 days. Since you know me well, I thought of coming to you.” Sridhar’s face fell. “Oh, my God! I’ve just paid off the balance for my apartment and I can’t help right now.” Disappointment washed over Ramaswamy. “I understand. Thank you anyway.” He turned down Sridhar’s offer for coffee and left. The bus ride home felt heavier than usual. When he arrived, his wife Janaki and daughter Swathy were shocked to hear the news. Days passed, and Ramaswamy struggled to find a solution. Then, one evening at 5 PM, an Ola taxi stopped in front of their house. It was Sridevi, Sridhar’s wife. “Namaskaram,” she greeted Ramaswamy and Janaki warmly. “I couldn’t come out the other day. After you left, I learned about your situation, and I felt compelled to help. I called my son Karthik in the Netherlands, explained everything, and he transferred 10 lakhs to my account today. Here’s the cheque. You can celebrate Swathy’s marriage in grand style.” Ramaswamy’s eyes filled with tears as he accepted the cheque. “This is a great help I will never forget.” Sridevi smiled gently. “Anna, you’ve helped Karthik before with his airfare for that interview in the Netherlands. He always speaks of your kindness. This is just a way to pay it forward.” Ramaswamy was taken aback, recalling the past generosity he never thought to mention. He was grateful for the bond they shared, one that had come full circle. Swathy’s marriage went off beautifully, a testament to friendship, kindness, and the unbreakable ties of the past. K.Ragavan.

Small Story 33. SriAndal Nachiyar Wish.

Small Story 33.Sri Andal Nachiyar wish.. Vaidehi called her friend Ambujam, but there was no reply. A few minutes later, Ambujam returned the call. "What's the matter?" she asked. "Ambujam, you didn’t tell me about your recent achievement!" Vaidehi exclaimed. "What achievement?" Ambujam asked, puzzled. "You released your individual story recording of Sri Andal Kalyanam for the competition and won the prize!" Vaidehi said excitedly. "My God!" Ambujam gasped. "I had no idea! I just submitted it. They must have announced the results today." "I’m so proud of your dedication," Vaidehi replied. "You attended so many discourses and really put your heart into it. Winning the prize is amazing!" "Thank you," Ambujam said humbly. "I just tried to present it in a way that resonates with those who believe in surrendering at the lotus feet of God to attain Moksham. My dad’s blessings and all my friends’ well wishes helped me." Ambujam's tone was modest, not filled with pride. "My dad always shares stories about Sri Andal Nachiar, and that inspired me to participate." Vaidehi was taken aback by her friend’s humility. "What are you going to do with the prize money?" Ambujam smiled softly. "I’m going to donate the five lakhs to the newly started educational college in Srivilliputtur." K.Ragavan.