Good Trust.

Topic: Trust – Nambikai Our Madhyamar group Administrator has given us a meaningful topic: "Trust" or "Nambikai." It's indeed a good one. Although today the word "trust" seems to be slowly eroding in many areas of life, there are still a few people who keep its spirit alive — and that makes all the difference. I can vividly recall some early experiences in my life where promises were made — and more importantly, kept. One such moment stands out even today. During my early career in the pharmaceutical industry, I was working for a company when a friend, who was employed by another pharmaceutical firm, suggested I apply for a position in his company. He believed in my capabilities and promised me a better opportunity. With limited discussion, but with great faith in his words and confidence, I went ahead. As a result, in March 1967, I joined Pharmed P. Limited — an Italian collaboration company — and was posted in Madurai. That friend's trust in me and my work laid the foundation for my long-standing career in the pharmaceutical field. Even though he is no longer with us, the impact of his trust continues to inspire me. It gave me a name and reputation in the industry that I cherish even after three decades. The time I spent with Pharmed P. Limited remains one of the most enriching periods of my life. The bond of trust — both given and received — proved that Nambikai, though rare, still has the power to transform lives. K.Ragavan 18-5-25

Small Story 249.

Small Story 249. "Man Proposes, God Disposes" Ram was delighted to receive an invitation to his friend Swamy's son Ravi's wedding, scheduled to be held next month in Chennai. He shared the news with his wife, Lakshmi, who readily agreed to accompany him. Ram and Swamy had been close friends since their retirement from the Government Health Department. They both lived in Bengaluru for some time before Swamy relocated to Chennai after his son Ravi secured a good job in a bank. It had been six years since Swamy moved, and Ram was excited at the prospect of meeting him again. Ram’s only daughter, Mithra, had moved to Canada with her husband Sanjay and their son Vijay, while Ram and Lakshmi continued to live in a centrally located apartment near Banashankari in Bengaluru. Just two days before their planned trip to Chennai, Ram received an urgent call from another close friend, Desikan. Desikan had suffered a severe health issue and was admitted to a hospital in Bengaluru. Ram and Desikan had become friends through a morning walking group and later bonded further at a local Toastmasters club. Without hesitation, Ram rushed to the hospital. The doctor informed him that Desikan needed to be observed for at least two more days. Knowing that Desikan lived only with his wife and had no other immediate support, Ram decided to stay by his side. Desikan, aware of Ram’s travel plans, tried to dissuade him. But Ram reassured him, saying, “Don’t worry. I’ll be here with you.” Thanks to timely care and support, Desikan recovered fully and returned home after four days. He was deeply grateful to Ram for standing by him during such a critical time. Ram later called Swamy to explain the situation. Swamy, understanding the gravity of the matter, appreciated Ram’s decision and also expressed concern for Desikan, whom he knew well. A week later, Ravi and his new bride visited Ram’s house in Bengaluru to seek blessings from both Ram and Desikan. Ravi shared stories of their honeymoon at his favorite destination and felt blessed to be surrounded by his father's loyal friends. Reflecting on the sequence of events, Ram thought, "We may plan, but what actually happens is not in our hands." It was a true lesson in the age-old saying: "Man Proposes, God Disposes." K.Ragavan 18-5-25

Small Story 248.

Small Story 248 The Circle of Kindness Shyam was waiting anxiously at the bus stop to go to school. That morning, the bus was unusually late, and he was getting restless. Today was the Maths test, and it was the first period. Their teacher, Ms. Rekha, was known for being very strict, especially with latecomers. Shyam, a 10th-grade student, was among the top three in his class of 32 and didn’t want to spoil his record. Just then, a car stopped in front of him. A well-dressed young man with a charming smile greeted him. “I think you’re waiting for the bus to go to school. I’m heading that way—would you like a lift?” Shyam hesitated. His father, Ram, had always advised him never to accept help from strangers. The man noticed his hesitation and gently said, “I understand your concern. But since I’m going that way and it looks like you're getting late, I thought of offering help.” After a moment of thought, Shyam cautiously agreed and got into the car. He reached school just in time and thanked the man, who introduced himself as Chander before driving away. Shyam did well in the test and was more relieved about reaching on time. The next day, while playing cricket with his friend Shekhar in his apartment complex, he noticed Chander again. Chander smiled and invited Shyam to his home nearby. There, Shyam was greeted warmly by Chander’s mother, an elderly woman of about sixty. Chander mentioned how Shyam had hesitated to accept a ride, and praised his upbringing. Shyam replied, “My dad always taught me to be cautious with strangers.” Chander’s mother, Revathy, offered him sweet biscuits and tea. This time, Shyam accepted without hesitation, sensing a comforting warmth in her presence. After a pleasant visit, he thanked her and left. A few days later, Shyam’s father, Ram, a respected physician, was at his hospital when Chander arrived with his mother for a consultation. Upon examination, Ram diagnosed her with an early stage of carcinoma. He assured them of a good recovery with proper treatment. Under Dr. Ram’s care, Revathy’s health improved. Grateful for his kindness, Chander developed a bond with Ram, and one day, Ram invited them for tea at his home. That evening, Ram’s wife Nandhini prepared her favorite sweets—Gulab Jamun—along with snacks. When Shyam returned home from school and saw Chander and his mother, he was delighted. He shared the story of how Chander had helped him on the test day. Nandhini thanked Chander, while Chander, in turn, expressed deep gratitude to Ram for saving his mother. As they sat together, Chander whispered to Ram, “A small act of kindness—just giving Shyam a ride—came back to me in such a big way.” Ram smiled and nodded, “When you do good for others, it always finds its way back. Respect and kindness never go unnoticed.” K.Ragavan 17-5-25

Letter.

Letter published in The National UAE on 16 May 25 Trump's historic visit to the Gulf With regard to Raghida Dergham's op-ed Trump’s trip to the Gulf marks a strategic leap for the Arab world – and an invitation to Iran (May 11): This was an insightful piece on the visit of US President Donald Trump to Gulf countries. Her detailed analysis of the visit, with expectations of significant changes in the Middle East regarding future development and economic policies, was laudable. She highlights the strategic partnerships and ambitious visions that may shape the region's future. However, while the intentions are promising, such transformations cannot occur overnight. Meaningful change will require sustained effort, long-term commitment, and co-operative regional engagement to realise the potential outlined during the visit. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 247.

Small Story 247. Extraction Encounter — A Twist of Destiny Kanaka was waiting for her daughter's call to go to the dentist for a tooth extraction. Finally, Smitha called and asked her to come straight to the clinic. Kanaka took a cab and reached the clinic, where Smitha was already waiting. "Mum, our regular doctor isn’t available today—he’s gone to attend a wedding. But he referred us to another doctor, his nephew," Smitha explained. Kanaka and Smitha went inside. The young doctor, elegant and in his mid-twenties, greeted them politely. "I'm a bit scared about getting my tooth removed," Kanaka said nervously. "But I heard there's a new technique that makes it painless." "Don't worry, madam. I'll be very careful," the doctor assured her kindly. Before beginning, the doctor opened his wallet, looked at a photo inside, and whispered a prayer. Curious, Kanaka asked, "Which god did you pray to, doctor?" With a warm smile, he replied, "My goddess is my mummy. I always seek her blessings before an extraction." Kanaka was touched by his devotion to his mother. Fifteen minutes later, the procedure was complete—smooth and painless. Kanaka was both relieved and impressed. As she was about to leave, she said, "Doctor, may I have the pleasure of seeing your mother's photo?" "Of course," he replied, showing her the picture. To Kanaka's surprise, it was her old friend Pankajam! Overjoyed, she called Pankajam and spoke with her for ten minutes, right there in front of the young doctor—Ajay. The old friends recalled a promise they once made: to get their children—Ajay and Smitha—married someday. Smitha was stunned. She had never imagined that the handsome young doctor would turn out to be her future life partner. The following week, Kanaka, her husband Kannan, and Smitha visited Ajay’s home. They met his father Kesav and mother Pankajam, and together they fixed the wedding date. After enjoying sweets and snacks, everyone departed with joy in their hearts. Ajay never imagined that a routine tooth extraction would lead to such a beautiful bond. Indeed, destiny always finds its way. K.Ragavan 16-5-25

Small Story 246.

Small Story 246: Swamy’s Mysore Pak Encounter Anantha Swamy was coming to Bengaluru after three long years to visit his sister Swapna’s house. Having retired from the Forest Department in a good position, he had since settled in Chennai. Swapna’s children fondly called him “Mysore Pak Uncle” because of his love for sweets—especially Mysore Pak made with pure ghee. Sandeep, Swapna’s son, was waiting eagerly for his uncle’s call so he could receive him at the station. But suddenly, a car pulled up in front of the house. To his surprise and delight, Anantha Swamy stepped out with his wife Ambujam and their daughter Roopa. Sandeep was amazed to see Roopa after three years—she had grown into a graceful and slender young woman. She smiled warmly upon seeing him. Swapna greeted her brother, sister-in-law, and Roopa with joy. Soon, her husband Ram came down from upstairs to join them. The families reminisced about their old days in Bengaluru, laughing over fond memories. Anantha Swamy then turned to Sandeep and asked, “So, what are you doing these days?” Sandeep replied with a nod, “I’m working as an artist for the local newspaper.” “Nice,” said Anantha Swamy. “Roopa got promoted in her bank and also got married last year.” Swapna was shocked. “Anna! You forgot to invite us?” Anantha Swamy explained gently, “Roopa liked her classmate Bharath. We liked him too, and his parents. But they were both bedridden. We had to arrange a quick wedding at a temple, and sadly, the next day both his parents passed away. It all happened so fast—I couldn’t manage to invite anyone. I'm sorry.” Sandeep added with understanding, “Uncle, don’t feel bad. I know Bharath—he was a good cricketer during our college days. I saw his photo in a recent match in Chennai, and I noticed Roopa was there too. That’s when I guessed they were together.” Swapna smiled, “Well, to make you happy, I’ve made your favorite Mysore Pak. I also bought some from Nandhini Sweets—please have some.” Anantha Swamy chuckled. “Thank you!” Swapna added, “Anna, I have good news—Nandhini, your son-in-law’s cousin, is going to be my daughter-in-law. The wedding is on March 21 in Anna Nagar, Chennai.” Anantha Swamy beamed. “That’s wonderful! So Sandeep is going to marry Bharath’s cousin? Congratulations, Sandeep!” Sandeep whispered to his uncle with a grin, “Uncle, you have to promise me—today you must eat three pieces of Mysore Pak for my happiness.” Anantha Swamy laughed sportively. “No problem! I’ll gladly fulfill your demand.” And he happily ate the sweets. Thus, Anantha Swamy once again lived up to his title—Mysore Pak Uncle—proving his everlasting love for the delicacy. K.Ragavan 15-5-25

Small Story 245.

Small Story 245. "A Mango of Memories" After returning from his usual walk, Ram was pleasantly surprised to be greeted by Mani, a friend he had met at a recent Facebook social get-together. "Ram, your speech that day was really impressive," Mani said warmly. "We should plan such meetings every three months." Ram nodded. "Yes, that would be wonderful. But people are scattered all over the city, and conveyance remains a challenge—even with Metro connectivity. The city has expanded nearly 60 kilometers now." With a smile, Mani offered, "How about a coffee?" "Thanks, but I just had my favorite tea with our usual group," Ram replied. Mani continued, "Do you remember my brother-in-law Shankar from Vijayawada? He was at the meeting and asked about you and your family. He really liked your speech and even noted down your address." "Thank you, that's very kind," Ram said, and soon after, he parted ways with Mani and headed to his apartment. As he stepped into the hall, his wife Shubhashini greeted him with a teasing smile. "Can you guess what that smell is?" "Mangoes?" he asked, sniffing the sweet aroma. "Yes!" she laughed. "Just ten minutes ago, a relative of your friend Shankar dropped off ten big mangoes and this note." Ram opened the chit and read aloud: "Mangoes are a token of my affection. Your story is above all. Regards to all your family members. – Shankar, Vijayawada." These were mangoes from Shankar’s own garden—famous in his region. Touched by the unexpected gesture, Ram felt tears well up in his eyes. "Our group of friends truly is amazing," he whispered. "Yes, they are," Shubhashini agreed, her voice soft with emotion. "Beyond anything else." K.Ragavan 14-5-25

Small Story 244.

Small Story 244 A Sweet Encounter at the Bus Terminal Parvathy came to North Chitrai Street in Madurai to buy the famous halwa. She had been staying for two days at her friend Lakshmi’s house to attend the Chitra Festival. After enjoying the festivities, she planned to return to Periyakulam in the evening, but not before picking up the special halwa from a popular shop. Madurai was bustling with people visiting temples and celebrating the Chitra Festival. Parvathy thoroughly enjoyed the warm hospitality of her classmate Lakshmi and Lakshmi’s son, Krishna, who worked in a good position in the TVS group. A well-mannered young man and an eligible bachelor, Krishna had made a good impression on Parvathy. Parvathy herself had only one son, Laxman, who worked in the police department in Dindigul. After buying the halwa, Parvathy returned to Lakshmi's home. Following tea and snacks, she left for the Periyakulam bus terminal. At the terminal, she met a charming young woman named Mridula, who was traveling to Batlagundu. They started chatting during the wait. Mridula mentioned that she worked at a bank in Dindigul. Just before boarding, Parvathy, by oversight, handed her halwa bag to Mridula and asked her to take some. Mridula smiled and said, "No problem, aunty. You bought it for your home. I also got some from the same shop. Let’s exchange a little from both." In the confusion of exchanging the halwa bags, the bus arrived, and they hurriedly boarded their respective buses. Later, Mridula called Parvathy using the number written on the halwa bag. “Aunty, your halwa was delicious! Same shop as mine.” They laughed over the coincidence. The next day, Mridula visited Parvathy’s house with her parents. Over tea, Mridula’s mother revealed that they had received Laxman’s horoscope through their marriage broker, and it matched perfectly with Mridula’s. They had also seen Laxman's photo and liked him, and Mridula had developed an interest in him too after learning about him from Parvathy. Parvathy was overjoyed. She had secretly hoped Mridula might become her daughter-in-law. And soon enough, within a month, the marriage of Laxman and Mridula was celebrated grandly in Periyakulam—Mridula’s native place as well. Thus, a sweet exchange at a bus terminal during the Chitra Festival led to a beautiful bond between two families—thanks to a bag of halwa. K.Ragavan 13-5-25

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 ---

Small Story 239.

Small Story 239 "The Power of the Mind" Raman and his wife Lakshmi arrived at the Bengaluru railway station. They were warmly greeted by their grandson Adithya, who took them to his car. Adithya is the only son of Smitha, their daughter, who works in a leading company that deals with pharmaceutical equipment. As they drove, Adithya asked, "How was your journey, Grandpa and Grandma?" "It was fine," replied Raman. "We had a comfortable journey from Madurai. But it feels strange to leave after living there for 40 years." "Don't worry, Grandpa," said Adithya. "There was no other option. You both have to stay with us permanently now. Dad doesn't want you staying alone in Madurai anymore, and Mom is also very particular about it." They soon reached their destination—a beautiful four-bedroom posh apartment in the prime area of Jayanagar. Smitha and her husband Ram greeted them warmly. Smitha took their luggage to their room, which had been specially prepared for their stay. Most of Raman’s belongings had been donated to a senior citizens' home; he had moved with only a limited luggage from Madurai. At 77, Raman knew his daughter had made the right decision to ask them to leave the ancestral home in Madurai. Lakshmi was especially happy to see their well-furnished room with all modern facilities. Within a few days, Raman and Lakshmi became popular in the apartment complex. Raman, a retired Finance Manager from the TVS Group, and Lakshmi, a retired bank employee, were liked by all. Initially, they had difficulty hearing Smitha calling them, as the apartment was built over 4,000 square feet. But soon, they adapted to the routine and became comfortable in their new home. After a year had passed, Raman told Smitha, "Before leaving Madurai, I thought I wouldn’t enjoy living here after spending four decades there. But after settling in, I remembered the words of my Guru, Swami Vivekananda: ‘If you feel you are happy, you are happy. If you feel you are not, you are not.’ It is the mind that matters. I’m very happy with your decision to bring us here." Smitha was touched and deeply satisfied. Her mission had succeeded—her parents were happy, and all it took was a change in mindset. K.Ragavan 8-5-25

Good Operation.

Operation Sindoor, launched by the Indian government against terror camps in Pakistan, marks a significant and dramatic development in the global fight against terrorism. The recent Pahalgam attack, which tragically targeted innocent tourists, sent shockwaves around the world and underscored the grave threat terrorism continues to pose to safety and peace. Following extensive deliberations with various authorities, the Indian government took a firm and commendable step through this operation. In today’s world, the security and safety of citizens, as well as the protection of national interests, must be the highest priorities for any nation. India, traditionally known for its calm and patient stance, has demonstrated a resolute shift in approach—reflecting the deep pain and severity caused by such acts of brutality. This operation sends a clear message: terrorism will not be tolerated. We hope this strong action brings some solace to the families of the victims and assures the country that justice is being pursued with unwavering commitment. Jai Hind. K.Ragavan Bengaluru -

Small Story 238.

Small Story 238. An Old Dream Fulfilled After settling down in his seat and fastening his seatbelt, Sanjay glanced at the person next to him and smiled. A lady in her mid-twenties returned the smile. "I'm Sanjay, going to Singapore," he introduced himself. She replied warmly, "I'm Radhika. I'm also headed to Singapore to attend a wedding." "Do you have relatives there?" Sanjay asked. "Yes, my brother lives there. I’ll be staying with him," she answered. "Nice. I’m going to meet a friend and will be staying at a hotel," said Sanjay. Radhika added, "I work for Microsoft in the U.S. I came to India on holiday and now visiting my brother in Singapore." "Nice. Microsoft is an old and reputed company," he said appreciatively. She smiled. "True." "What about you?" she asked. "I'm a cinematographer. I've done many art and ad films. I’m in Singapore for a new film contract and location scouting." She perked up. "I think you're the one who did the ad film with Sachin Tendulkar and for Binny's Marlborough suits. The visuals were amazing!" Sanjay nodded, “Thank you for the compliment—and for remembering my work.” Radhika admitted, “Though I don’t know much about camera work, I do admire good photography.” "Interesting," he said. "Many women cinematographers have made a mark in the film industry." They continued their conversation and didn’t even realize when they had reached Singapore. They parted ways at the airport. It was only later that Radhika realized she had forgotten to take Sanjay’s phone number. Three days later, Radhika attended a wedding with her brother’s family—it was her brother’s friend’s sister who was getting married. While observing the elegant gathering and the charming bride and groom, she suddenly spotted Sanjay filming the event with his camera. He saw her too. “I forgot to take your number—God is great!” he greeted her warmly. “I forgot too!” Radhika smiled back. After lunch, Sanjay said, “I never knew you were Ram’s sister!” “Ram went into RAW, and I went into Visual Communication and Cinematography,” Sanjay reminisced. Ram, her brother, smiled and said, “Simple Sanjay from our college days is now a renowned, award-winning cinematographer—my good old buddy!” Sanjay added, “My mission is complete. I’ve found good locations for my upcoming movie with a big multistar cast. I’ll be back in Singapore in fifteen days for the shoot. Thank you, Radhika, for your interest in cinematography.” Observing their interaction, Ram said thoughtfully, “I’ve been thinking about this for a while. I’m openly asking—would it be okay if you both considered each other for something more?” Both Sanjay and Radhika smiled gently, signaling their acceptance. Ram’s long-held dream was finally fulfilled—at the perfect moment. K.Ragavan 7-5-25 -

Good Honour.

Satya Nadella Honored with Lifetime Achievement Award at TiEcon 2025 In a momentous recognition of his visionary leadership and transformative contributions to the global tech landscape, Microsoft CEO Satya Nadella was presented with the Lifetime Achievement Award at TiEcon 2025, held on May 3. This prestigious honor celebrates Nadella's remarkable journey and his profound impact on the technology industry over the decades. The award, regarded as one of the highest accolades in the entrepreneurial and innovation ecosystem, was an apt tribute to a true giant of the tech world. Nadella, who has been at the helm of Microsoft since 2014, is widely credited with reshaping the company into a cloud-first, AI-powered global leader, while also fostering a culture of empathy, collaboration, and continuous innovation. TiEcon, hosted by The Indus Entrepreneurs (TiE), brings together industry leaders, entrepreneurs, and change-makers from around the world. This year's recognition of Nadella is not only a celebration of his personal and professional accomplishments but also an acknowledgment of the lasting legacy he continues to build in the world of technology and leadership. The event was attended by several influential figures from the global tech and business communities, who praised Nadella for his commitment to driving inclusive growth and empowering organizations and individuals through digital transformation. K.Ragavan

Small Story 237.

--- Small Story 237. “Code Word 237 : A Reunion After 12 Years” Sandeep never expected to meet an old buddy in a restaurant at Dindigul. He had just been transferred to the Dindigul branch of his bank as Manager. One afternoon, while visiting a local restaurant for lunch, he noticed a familiar face taking orders. To his shock, it was his old friend, Damu—working there as a server. “Hey, Damu! You remember me? I’m Sandeep!” he said, surprised. Damu smiled warmly. “How could I forget you, buddy? Lunch is available with mango curry today. I’ll bring you something special.” Damu went inside and returned five minutes later with a plate of food and a sweet dish. Sandeep expected Damu to talk about how he ended up in this job, but he said nothing. After finishing his meal and paying, Sandeep returned to the bank. He was busy with work until 4 PM, when his peon, Swamy, informed him that someone had come to see him. To his surprise, it was Damu—this time with a flask of hot tea. Sandeep asked, “What happened to your old job? Weren’t you working in a private company ten years ago?” Damu nodded, a pained expression on his face. “That’s an old, bitter story. I lost my reputation when the management falsely accused me of stealing three lakhs. No matter how much I pleaded, they fired me and blacklisted me. Even my parents didn’t believe me. I left home and wandered from place to place, but no one was ready to hire me because of the stigma.” His eyes welled with tears. “After eight years of suffering, it was discovered that a relative of our company’s director had actually taken the money and disappeared. The truth came too late.” Sandeep, moved by his friend’s pain, said, “Damu, I always knew you were an honest man. Time has been cruel to you. But your life is about to change. You're now 37, just a year younger than me. I married your former director’s daughter, Vasanthy. Before he passed away last year, he made me promise I would find you, clear your name, and make sure you marry his younger daughter, Sandhya. He wanted you to lead the company again.” Damu was speechless, overwhelmed with emotion. Sandeep continued, “From tomorrow, you’ll be the Managing Director of your old company. And next month, your marriage will be held in Chennai. Your mother-in-law is alive and looking forward to meeting you. Forget the pain of the last 12 years.” With tears of gratitude, Damu hugged his old friend. “Thank you for believing in me when no one else did.” K.Ragavan 6-5-25 -

Tribute 871.

A Tribute to the Versatile Speaker and Anchor – Bhuvana Venkat 871. Today, I wish to pen a heartfelt tribute to the multifaceted and talented speaker and anchor, Bhuvana Venkat, who has firmly established her name in the field of debates and compering. I have had the pleasure of hearing many of her brilliant speeches, particularly in debates, as well as her exceptional anchoring in events—especially those centered around songs and film music. As a member of the Mukthafilms 60 group, I have been continually astonished by her deep knowledge and authentic explanation of songs, especially in the realm of Tamil film music. Though I had seen her programs earlier, our association truly began three years ago during a debate event within the Mukthafilms 60 group, in which I had the honor of participating twice. Most recently, on May 4, she conducted an outstanding program in the group, organized by Maya Srinivasan. It was a remarkable session where she beautifully compared the lyrics of the legendary lyricist Kaviarasu Kannadasan with verses from the Ramayanam and devotional hymns of the Nayanmars. Her ability to draw such profound and meaningful parallels thrilled everyone present. It was a true testament to her command of Tamil, her literary depth, and her devotion to the art. Bhuvana Venkat is truly a rare talent—her magical voice, insightful commentary, and unmatched ability to connect themes across genres leave a lasting impression. The recent program on May 4 not only stood out as an amazing presentation but also served as strong evidence of her dedication, intellect, and passion. Wishing her continued success and many more such wonderful opportunities to showcase her incredible talent in the days to come! K.Ragavan 5-5-25 ---

Small Story 236.

Small Story 236 – A Twist of Joyful Surprises Chander came to the newly opened restaurant opposite Panagal Park to meet his friend Nandhitha, who had just returned from the USA. They had been college friends, and two years ago, Nandhitha had gone to the US to pursue her Master’s degree in Advanced Chartered Management. After completing her studies, she secured a job at a leading pharmaceutical company in New Jersey. Now, after four years, she had returned to her parents' home in the charming locality of T. Nagar near Pondy Bazaar. Chander knew her parents, Kalyani and Murali—a warm, broad-minded couple. Murali was a retired program executive from a well-known studio, while Kalyani was a devoted homemaker. As Nandhitha entered the restaurant, she greeted Chander warmly and hugged him. “Hey, you haven’t changed at all!” she said with a smile. “You too! No weight gain even after all that American food,” he replied teasingly. They ordered their favorite dishes—Gulab Jamun and Masala Dosa. Chander, a gold medalist, was now working as a Production Manager at a leading pharmaceutical company. "Nandhitha, despite all my efforts to get you to join our company, you refused," she said with a grin. "Being the only son, you preferred to stay close to your parents. I really respect that," she replied. They began discussing the current uncertain job scenarios for Indian students abroad. “Many have come back,” Nandhitha said. “Even my cousin is now against sending her son to the US, despite him getting into a reputed university with a good scholarship.” "That's a good decision," Chander agreed. "Safety and stability are important." Then, lowering her voice, Nandhitha whispered, “Now it’s your turn to be surprised.” Chander looked puzzled. She smiled and said, “I’ve quit my job. I’m joining your company soon. But that’s not all—our parents have fixed our wedding. It’s happening in August, just two months from now.” Chander was stunned. He had never expected this. For someone who believed in action over expectation, life had just handed him a beautiful surprise. Looking at Nandhitha now, he saw her in an entirely new light—his future partner, both in life and work. K.Ragavan 5-5-25

Small Story 235.

Small Story 235 A Brush with Destiny: Nikil's Talent Finds a New Home Madhav had finally applied for his tourist visa to Dubai, and it was approved for one month, with the option to extend. Though his childhood friend Nikil couldn't join him, he was genuinely happy for Madhav. Nikil had been a well-wisher and a true friend since their school days. Unfortunately, due to family circumstances, Nikil had to discontinue his studies after PUC. However, his passion for art—especially drawing portraits of various personalities—helped him earn a living through magazine contributions. Madhav had always admired Nikil’s artistic talent. Before leaving for Dubai, he took some of Nikil’s drawings with him. In Dubai, Madhav was to stay with another friend, Shankar, who had been working there for over five years and lived in the Bur Dubai area. On the day of departure, Nikil came to the airport to see Madhav off. By afternoon, Madhav had landed in Dubai, where Shankar warmly welcomed him and took him to his flat. Along the way, Madhav was amazed by the towering buildings and sprawling malls. During his 25-day stay, Madhav thoroughly enjoyed exploring Dubai and the other Emirates. One evening, Shankar invited his friends for dinner at a restaurant. Among them was Yamini, a colleague, accompanied by her husband Sathish, a cartoonist at a leading daily newspaper. When Shankar introduced Madhav to Sathish, Madhav opened his wallet to hand over his business card. Sathish noticed a sketch of a well-known leader tucked into the wallet’s front pocket and was immediately intrigued. Madhav proudly showed him more of Nikil’s artwork and explained his friend’s exceptional talent. Impressed, Sathish asked Madhav to send Nikil’s bio-data. Curious but hopeful, Madhav emailed Nikil’s details and picture the next day. Sathish, who headed the cartoon division at his newspaper, was looking to add a new artist and saw immense potential in Nikil. A week later, Madhav returned to Bengaluru. When he reached home, he found Nikil waiting eagerly, eyes brimming with emotion. With tears of joy, Nikil shared the news—Sathish had sent him an appointment letter, offering him a position at the newspaper. He was to join within a month. Madhav was overjoyed. His short trip to Dubai had unexpectedly paved the way for his talented friend’s new life and career. Nikil’s future was finally secure, thanks to the perfect blend of talent, timing, and friendship. K.Ragavan 4-5-25

Small Story 234.

Small Story 234: Confidence and the Power of Delivery Padma was worried. Tomorrow was the last day to pay her son Ganesh’s final year B.Com exam fees. Including arrears, the amount came to ₹6,500, though the college had given a small concession because Ganesh was a bright student with excellent academic records. Since her husband's untimely demise, Padma had been managing everything on her own, using her cooking talent to run a small home-based eatery. Initially, she had to sell her marriage gold to set up the business, which she named Dakshin Café—a tribute to her late husband Dakshinamurthy, who had been an accounts clerk in a private company earning a modest salary. Tragically, he passed away from a massive heart attack, and since the company shut down soon after, no benefits or insurance money came her way. With sheer dedication and hard work, Padma had managed to educate Ganesh up to this point. However, the COVID-19 pandemic had hit her small business hard, and it was only now beginning to recover. That’s why she was unable to pay Ganesh’s fees until the last moment. Still, she had faith in her work and the blessings of her family deity. That evening, Ganesh returned from college and reminded her, “Mummy, tomorrow is the last day to pay the fees. I asked my friend Swamy for help, but his father met with an accident and is in the hospital. They are struggling with medical expenses.” Padma silently prayed for Swamy’s father’s recovery as well. Around 7 PM, a woman arrived in a car and inquired about Padma. Introducing herself as Vasanthy, she said, “I’ve heard about your cooking and sweets. I want you to cater for my son’s birthday next week—lunch and sweets for 200 guests. I’ll pay ₹1,00,000.” She handed Padma an advance of ₹50,000 and added, “Your sweets were famous among my friends before the pandemic. I’m glad you’re back.” Padma was overwhelmed with gratitude. She immediately called her three assistants to begin planning for the big order. The next day, she paid Ganesh’s college fees and also gave ₹10,000 to support Swamy’s father’s medical expenses. Padma thanked her deity for sending help through Vasanthy. She knew this was not just a one-time opportunity—Vasanthy could become a significant part of her future success, especially if the birthday event went well. Padma believed in her skills, not with overconfidence, but with the quiet strength of someone who trusts her hard-earned abilities and the power of good delivery. K.Ragavan 3-5-25 -

Letter.

Letter Published in The National UAE on 2 May 25,A young cricketer's historic innings In regard to Paul Radley's report IPL: Enjoy 14-Year-Old Vaibhav Suryavanshi's Glorious Ton (April 29): The latest 14-year-old IPL sensation, Vaibhav Suryavanshi of the Rajasthan Royals, played an innings of a lifetime. The report captured the inspirational nature of the knock well. Vaibhav stunned cricket fans with a century off just 35 balls, showcasing extraordinary talent and composure beyond his years. His innings against some of the league’s most versatile and experienced bowlers marked a shift in the IPL. It has set a new benchmark for young cricketers and made Vaibhav the youngest player to achieve such a feat in the tournament’s history. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 233.

Small Story 233. A Place in the Heart Shyam reached the address given by his mother and rang the doorbell. A young woman opened the door. "What do you want?" she asked politely. "I’m looking for Mridula," Shyam replied. "Mummy's gone to the library. Please come inside," she said, stepping aside. "I'm your mother's cousin's daughter, Nirosha. I'm in my final year of architecture. You must be Shyam from Palayamkottai. I remember meeting you at a relative's wedding." "Yes, that's me," Shyam smiled. "I just got transferred to Bengaluru. I'm looking for a room or a single-bedroom house for rent. My parents won't be joining since both are working." "Would you like tea or coffee?" "Tea would be great. Where's your dad?" "Dad's gone to Mysore to visit a friend. He'll be back by evening," Nirosha replied as she served Shyam tea and a piece of Mysorepak. "Today is Suma aunty’s birthday — mummy's library friend," Nirosha explained. "Mummy made sweets and took them to distribute among her library friends. She’s always helping people — just like your mother said." "Your mother is Vasanthy, right?" she asked. "Yes," Shyam nodded. Just then, Mridula returned home and immediately recognized Shyam. "Vasanthy just called and told me you were transferred to Bengaluru. Come, let me show you your room. This is your home now." She led Shyam upstairs to a well-furnished room. "Your office is just ten minutes away from here." That evening, Shyam met Ram, Mridula’s husband — a dignified man in his fifties who worked as a RAW officer on a secret mission. Shyam gradually settled into their warm household. Nirosha,Ram and Mridula’s daughter, was friendly and intelligent, much like her mother. Shyam enjoyed spending time with her, often exchanging stories and advice. Over time, he began to feel like a true part of the family. One day, he noticed Nirosha was unusually quiet. Concerned, he asked, “Are you okay?” “I love Vivek, my cousin — dad’s sister’s son,” she confessed. “But dad isn’t agreeing because Vivek’s sister married a foreigner.” That evening, Ram returned from work with sweets. “Shyam, I’ve been promoted. I’m being posted to the U.S. — to Washington “Congratulations, Uncle!” Shyam said. “And if you don’t mind, I’d like to make a small request on this happy occasion. Please consider Nirosha'smarriage to Vivek. He’s a good man, working for a reputed firm.” Ram hesitated. Shyam continued, “Also, you’ll be meeting Davidson in the U.S. — Manjula’s husband. He’s your sister’s son-in-law, right? I met him during my training in the U.S. A kind-hearted man who respects our traditions and supports Manjula. Your judgment about Vivek might also need a second look.” “I hope I’m not interfering. I just feel strongly because I don’t have a sister of my own. Nirosha deserves a loving partner and a happy life.” Ram was touched. Shyam's sincerity and love for the family melted away his doubts. He realized he had been too rigid. Mridula, who had given Shyam a place to stay, smiled. In time, Shyam had not only found a home but had captured a permanent place in their hearts. K.Ragavan 2-5-25 -

Small Story 232.

Small Story 232. "Attachment Recognized" After migrating to Australia, Suresh often longed to see his relatives and friends. This year, he decided to visit Chennai and Bengaluru—two cities where most of them lived. However, his booking hadn’t been confirmed yet, and his wife, Suganthi, was worried. Every year, they planned to visit their homeland, but it never happened. More than six years had passed. Their son Rahul and daughter Radhika had gotten married, but none of the relatives in India could attend the ceremonies. The next day, Rahul confirmed their journey—just twelve days away. Suresh was excited. After his retirement, he had been running a creative and advertising company. Having started his career with Lintas, he was a natural at storytelling and branding. Rahul and Radhika were both well-settled, working in the private sector. Radhika lived close by with her husband Prakash, while Rahul and his wife lived with Suresh and Suganthi. Finally, the day of departure arrived. Everyone was eager to reunite with their loved ones in India. But then, Suresh received an unexpected phone call. "Hello, who is on the line?" he asked. "Mr. Suresh, we’re calling from the Tourism and Cultural Ministry. Your documentary film India and Its Values has been selected for a national award. The award ceremony is scheduled for next Monday. A formal invitation will reach you today. Congratulations in advance!" Suresh was stunned. He had never expected such recognition. With mixed emotions, he realized he had to cancel his trip to attend the prestigious event. He called his friend Raj and shared the news. Raj responded joyfully, “Hey, don’t worry—so what if you aren’t coming this year too? We’ll all watch your award ceremony. Your film about India and its values reflects your true attachment to the country—and to all of us.” Raj's words touched Suresh deeply. With emotion in his voice, he murmured, "True... my attachment with India." K.Ragavan 1-5-25

From My Friend Ramasubramaniam.

Dear Sir, Good day Today is Akshaya Triteeya *The importance of Akshya Tritiya* 1) It is the birthday of lord Parashuram 2 ) it's the starting day of Treta yuga 3 ) it's the day Sudhama offered beaten rice to lord Krishna 4 ) lord Krishna gave Akshya pathra to Draupadi 5 ) Vedavyasa started writing Mahabharata 6 ) Holy Ganga descended upon the earth 7) The annual Rath of Puri Jagannath begins to day 8 ) Goddess Annapoorna appeared on this day 9) lord Shiva received the bhiksha from matha Annapoorna 10) Kubera worshipped Mahalakshmi 11) Varaha Narasimha Swamy moola vigraha Darshan 12) Sita Devi Agnipravesh divas Regards, Ram

Small Story 231.

Small Story 231. Amazing Return from the UAE After her successful visit to Dubai and the other Emirates, Vasanthy had made a strong impression in the media circle and creative field. She returned to Bengaluru, her heart full of memories and her mind buzzing with new ideas. As soon as she landed at the Bengaluru airport, her phone began to ring. It was Nithya, the kind and resourceful friend who had helped her during her UAE trip—arranging her stay, showing her around, and even introducing her to key people in the industry. “Hey,” Nithya said, “I forgot to give you a small gift—some famous dates and Arabic sweets. A friend of mine is traveling to your city today. He’ll hand them over to you at your office.” Vasanthy was already overwhelmed by Nithya's warmth during the trip, and now this thoughtful gesture only deepened her respect and affection for her. The next day, Vasanthy was busy in her office, presenting clips and highlights from her Dubai visit to the company’s directors. She spoke passionately about how she made an impact at the conference. Chief Ram smiled and congratulated her. “We always knew you would carry our philosophy and raise our organization’s name globally.” Just then, the receptionist called her. “Ma’am, someone named Rajesh is here to see you.” Vasanthy couldn’t recall the name at first. Moments later, a young, well-dressed man entered her cabin. “I’m Nithya’s cousin,” he said. “She asked me to deliver this box.” It turned out to be a 10-kilogram container filled with dates, almonds, and other Arabic sweets. Vasanthy was pleasantly surprised. She offered Rajesh tea and even invited him for lunch, but he politely declined due to his packed schedule. A few minutes later, Nithya called again. “Did Rajesh reach?” “Yes,” Vasanthy replied. “He just left. Thank you so much, Nithya. You’re amazing—and so is the gift!” Their conversation ended with warmth and gratitude. Reflecting on her trip, Vasanthy thought, My Dubai visit didn’t just elevate our company’s profile globally—I also gained a wonderful friend for life. Seeing the beautifully packed gift box, Chief Ram smiled and said, “Vasanthy is always lucky to have good friends—and we’re lucky to have her as our Project Manager.” K.Ragavan 30-4-25

Small Story 230.

Small Story 230: Travel Encounter – A Serendipitous Match Muthuswamy returned from his shopping and sank into his usual chair. Ragini, his wife, switched on the air conditioner—it was an unusually hot April in their city. “This year, the heat is unbearable,” she muttered, bringing him a cup of chilled buttermilk with a pinch of salt. “Take this, dear. It’ll help you feel better,” she offered. “What about you?” Muthuswamy asked. “No need for me, I’ve been home all day,” Ragini smiled, whispering. Just then, Ragini’s phone rang. It was her younger sister, Ambika, calling from Singapore. “I’m coming to your city tomorrow to attend the wedding of Ramesh’s friend’s son,” Ambika said. “I’m traveling alone—Ramesh is on an official trip to Australia. I’ll come directly to your Kanskapura Road house for lunch.” Before Ragini could say much, Ambika hung up. Muthuswamy was delighted—Ambika was visiting after three long years. He missed his friend Ramesh, but more than relatives, they were like close friends. Their son Vivek, a gold medalist in MBA, had recently joined a leading corporate company that opened a new branch in Madurai. Though based in the US, he frequently traveled back and forth for work. The next day, Ambika arrived for lunch. While chatting, she mentioned, “I saw a girl for Vivek in Singapore—but she’s a bit older than him, so I dropped the idea. But she’s working in a good bank and looks charming.” “No worries,” said Ragini, serving her more of her favorite semiya payasam. After lunch, the sisters reminisced about old times. Ambika had brought several varieties of chocolates and sweets from Singapore. Suddenly, her phone rang. “Hello, Madam,” the voice said, “I was seated next to you on the flight from Singapore. I saw you left your handbag and found your name and number. I’m Soumya.” Ambika gasped. She hadn’t even noticed her bag was missing. “Oh no! Thank you, Soumya. I also came for a wedding at Sindoor Kalyana Mantap in JP Nagar.” “My God! I’m attending that same wedding,” Soumya exclaimed. The next day at the wedding, Soumya returned the bag. After lunch, Ambika brought her to Ragini’s home. Ragini was immediately impressed by the girl’s simplicity and manners. “What do you do, Soumya?” she asked. “I’ve completed my MBA. My grandparents live in Tirunelveli. Dad and my mummy went to Singapore for sightseeing. They gone back to Tirunelveli, and I’ll be joining them tomorrow.” Intrigued, Ragini showed her Vivek’s photo. Soumya was surprised. “He was two years senior to me in college, but we never interacted. I’ve heard of him—a gold medalist.” There was an instant spark. A week later, Soumya’s Parents and grandparents came to Madurai to meet Vivek. Both families were happy with the match, and the wedding was soon fixed. Ambika was delighted. Although the girl she had initially considered didn’t work out, this travel encounter brought the perfect bride into Vivek’s life. K.Ragavan 29-4-25

Tribute 870..

Tribute to the Innocent Pahalgam Tourist Victims 870. In recent times, the importance of visiting and understanding the cultural and historical significance of various places—especially in regions like Kashmir—has grown immensely. With the recent development and restoration efforts, Kashmir has once again started to welcome tourists from across the country and beyond. However, a few days ago, a heartbreaking and deeply shocking incident occurred in the Pahalgam area. A group of 28 tourists—26 from within India and 2 from abroad—were brutally killed in a terrorist attack. This inhuman act, carried out by Pakistan-supported terrorists, is not only condemnable but also completely unacceptable in any civil society. The entire world has strongly condemned this attack, which strikes at the heart of India’s tourism growth and peace efforts in the region. The government of India has vowed to bring justice to the innocent victims and their grieving families. India has always stood for peace, harmony, and respect for all faiths and cultures. This tragic incident has united the nation and strengthened our collective resolve to fight against terrorism in all its forms. Let us all stand in solidarity with the families of the victims and pray for the souls of those who lost their lives while visiting the serene and beautiful land of Kashmir—a place that has once again begun to shine with its charm and legacy. May their souls rest in peace. Let us honor their memory by working together for a safer, more peaceful world. K.Ragavan 28-4-25

Small Story 229.

Small Story 229. Surprise Encounter at the Academy Ranjitha, after her morning walk, reached home located in the prestigious area of Jayalakshmipuram, Mysore. Her father, Ram, welcomed her at the door. "You forgot to carry your phone," he said. "Your boss called — you're expected at the office by 11 a.m." "Oh my God! I totally forgot," Ranjitha exclaimed. Her mother, Ambujam, came from inside. "Sometimes it happens. I’ve prepared idlis and your favorite chutney — have some before you go." Exactly at 11 a.m., Ranjitha entered her Academy, OO1, in her car. She went straight to her boss's cabin and greeted him. "Good morning, Ranjitha. Today you’ll be meeting a wonderful personality — someone who’s arrested many criminals within minutes," her boss said. Ranjitha sat in a chair, curious and excited to meet this legend. Exactly five minutes later, a tall, handsome, hero-like man in his sixties entered the cabin. "Hey Paramanand!" he greeted warmly, showing the deep bond he shared with the World-Renowned Investigation Chief, OO1 Paramanand. Chief Paramanand smiled and offered him a seat. "Ranjitha, this is Mr. Venugopal, popularly known as IG Paul. He made a significant impact in the Indian police department and retired just three months ago. He’s also my old buddy from our college days. His name became Paul when he worked with the FBI in the US, and the name stuck." He continued, "I’m proud to welcome him to our organization as Director and Coordinator for our officers and training programs." Paul smiled modestly, "That's too much, OO1. You’re truly great — and still so simple." Ranjitha watched in awe as the two giants of the investigation world shared memories and plans. She felt proud to be under their guidance. After some tea and sweets, everyone left the room. Ranjitha nodded to the Chief. "From today, our academy will earn even more respect and recognition with the addition of your friend and that great cop. I warmly welcome Mr. Paul to our academy — a place known for its investigative brilliance and methods that don’t rely on guns." K.Ragavan 28-4-25 ---

Small Story 228.

Small Story 228 Straight Shot to the Studio: Srikanth's Anchor Audition" Srikanth entered the studio of a renowned TV channel, eager to meet the Chief Editor. After a brief wait of ten minutes, Chief Editor Narayan arrived, and a staff member escorted Srikanth to his cabin. Srikanth walked in slowly and greeted Narayan respectfully. At 55, Narayan was a seasoned media veteran, managing the influential channel with a dedicated team and a strong reputation for unbiased reporting. “I’m Srikanth,” he began. “I’ve completed my management studies, but I’m truly passionate about news reading and communication. I dream of becoming a well-known news anchor.” Narayan smiled. “Well, I admire your ambition. But we usually look for candidates with at least a few months of experience.” “I understand,” Srikanth nodded. “But if you could give me an audition, you could judge for yourself.” “Alright,” Narayan agreed. “Why did you choose our channel?” “Because your reporting is unbiased, and you prioritize the people's interests,” Srikanth answered. “Fair enough. Choose your topic. You’ll have two minutes. But before that, tell me one of our popular programs.” Srikanth leaned in slightly and said, “Last week’s interview with the renowned investigation officer Ranjitha was incredible. I admire her achievements and her work with the OO1 Academy. It made a strong impact, especially in the cultural city of Mysore.” Narayan nodded with interest. “Okay, begin your piece.” Srikanth launched into a gripping two-minute report on the recent Pahalgam attack. His clear voice, articulate delivery, and compelling narration caught Narayan’s full attention. “Rules aside, your delivery is extraordinary,” Narayan said, impressed. “You can join the channel next week as a newsreader. Your appointment letter will be sent via email. Have some tea.” Overjoyed, Srikanth left the studio and picked up some Mysore Pak for his father and halwa for his mother—his mentors and biggest supporters in his journey to becoming a voice for society through unbiased journalism. K.Ragavan 27-4-25 --

Small Story 227.

Small Story 227. Sweet Surprise – A Bond Beyond Friendship Pramila was expecting a call from her friend Rama. Rama's son was traveling to the USA the next day, and she had asked Pramila if she could send some homemade eatables for her daughter, Suganya, who lived in Boulder. Pramila’s grandson Akshay, studying in his final year in Boulder, lived nearby. Normally, Pramila never asked friends to carry things for her family abroad, but Rama was a close friend—and this time, she made an exception. She agreed to send a small box of her homemade badam cake, Akshay’s favorite sweet. Rama’s son, Rajesh, frequently traveled to the USA for official work and had agreed to hand it over to Akshay. That evening, Rama came all the way from Anna Nagar to collect the package. Pramila thanked her warmly for taking the trouble. Two days later, Pramila received a call from Rama. She informed her that Rajesh had to cancel his trip due to the ongoing crisis involving student migration issues and new tariff policies. “But don’t worry,” Rama said, “Akshay will still get his sweets tomorrow—Rajesh has sent them through DHL courier.” Pramila was stunned. “Why take all this trouble?” she asked. Rama gently replied, “No trouble, Pramila. Akshay is like my own grandson. Rajesh wanted to surprise him.” She hung up before Pramila could say more. Pramila sat there, moved and amazed at how deep their friendship had grown. In unexpected times, friendship, too, can turn sweet. She nodded to herself and whispered: “I’m truly blessed to have Rama’s friendship.” K.Ragavan 26-4-25 ---

Letter Published in New India Abroad USA On 25April 25

Dear sir, The recent terrorist attack, which tragically claimed the lives of 26 innocent civilians from India and other nations, has drawn heartfelt condolences from around the world. While the entire nation mourns and prays for the departed souls, it is deeply disturbing to witness the Pakistan High Commission reportedly celebrating with cake—an act that raises serious concerns about their stance on such a horrific tragedy.Indian cuisine delivery This incident underscores the urgent need for global unity in the fight against terrorism. Innocent lives lost to such brutality must not be forgotten, and the international community must stand together to eliminate the menace of terror from its roots. I offer my sincere prayers for the innocent victims and their families. May their souls rest in peace, and may justice prevail. K.Ragavan Bengaluru

Tribute 869.

Tribute to Kasturirangan 869 "The demise of former ISRO Chairman Dr. K. Kasturirangan is a profound loss to the scientific community and the nation. A visionary leader and distinguished space scientist, Dr. Kasturirangan played a pivotal role in shaping India’s space programme and taking ISRO to global heights. Under his leadership, several landmark missions were conceptualized and executed, laying the foundation for future advancements. He was not only a brilliant scientist but also an exemplary administrator, 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 25-4-25

Sirukathai 226.

--- சிறுகதை 226: ஒரு காதல் வால் – இரண்டு அழகான பிள்ளைகள், ஒரு பெரிய இதயம் ஒரு அமைதியான காலை, செய்தித்தாளைப் படித்து கொண்டிருந்த முகுந்த் தன்னுடைய சிறுவயதுக் கால நினைவுகளில் தொலைந்துவிட்டார். அவருடைய மிகச்சிறந்த தோழன் சோமுவை அன்போடு நினைத்தார். மது‍ரை நகரில் தொடங்கிய அவர்களது நட்பு, ஐம்பதாண்டுகளாக வலிமையாக இருந்து, பின்னர் சென்னை வரை தொடர்ந்தது. ஒரே வயது, ஒரே மனம், ஒரு குடும்பம் போல இருந்தது அவர்களது உறவு. முகுந்த் இப்போது வளர்ந்த முகூர்ச்சியான சோக்கிக்குளம் பகுதியில் வாழ்ந்தார். சோமு தனது பாரம்பரிய வீடு இருக்கும் தாம்பரத்தில் தங்கியிருந்தார். இடைவெளி இருந்தாலும், ஒவ்வொரு நாளும் தொலைபேசி அழைப்புகள், செய்திகள் மூலமாக அவர்களது நட்பு புதுமையாகத் தொடர்ந்தது. முகுந்தின் மகள் வசந்தி, சோமுவின் மகள் ஜானகி – அவர்களும் தங்களது தந்தைகளைப் போலவே நெருக்கமாக இருந்தனர். குழந்தைகள் இல்லாமலிருந்தாலும், இரண்டு குடும்பங்களும், “நாம் தேவையற்றதை விரும்பவில்லை, கடவுள் நமக்குத் தந்ததிலேயே சந்தோஷமாய் இருக்கிறோம்,” என்று அமைதியுடன் ஏற்றுக் கொண்டனர். வசந்தி தனது கணவர் சுரேஷுடன் பெங்களூரில் வசித்தார்; ஜானகி சிங்கப்பூரில் தன் இல்லத்தை அமைத்திருந்தார். ஆண்டுதோறும் ஜானகி இந்தியா வந்தபோது, வசந்தியுடன் சந்திக்க மறக்காமல் நேரம் ஒதுக்குவார். ஒரு சாந்தமான மாலை, வசந்தி, ஷிவ்சாகர் உணவகத்தில் தன்னுடைய பழைய கல்லூரி தோழி ரஞ்சிதாவை சந்தித்தார். இருவரும் கடந்த கால நினைவுகளில் சிரித்து மகிழ்ந்தார்கள். உணவின் பிறகு, ரஞ்சிதா மெதுவாகக் கேட்டார், “உன்னுடைய வாழ்க்கை எப்படி போகுது?” வசந்தி சிரித்துக் கூறினார், “நான் தேவையான எல்லாவற்றையும் கடவுள் எனக்குக் கொடுத்திருக்கிறார். குழந்தை இல்லை என்றாலும், அதை ஏற்றுக்கொண்டு அமைதியுடன் வாழ்கிறேன்.” ரஞ்சிதா அவரின் மன அமைதியைப் பாராட்டினார். “உண்மையைக் கட்டுப்பாட்டோடு ஏற்க வேண்டியது ஓர் அரிய வரம். ஆனா ஒரு சின்ன யோசனை இருக்கு – உங்களோட நாள்களை மகிழ்வாக மாற்றக் கூடியது.” வசந்தி ஆர்வமாக கேட்டார், “சொல்லுங்க.” “இந்தக் காலத்தில் குழந்தை எடுப்பதும், செல்லப்பிராணிகளை வளர்ப்பதும் வழக்கமான விஷயம். ஆனா இது ஒரு வித்தியாசமானது. மைசூரில இருக்கிற என் மேஸ்ஸின் நண்பருக்கு இரண்டு அழகான நாய்குட்டிகள் இருக்கின்றன—வித்தியாசமான இனங்கள், இரண்டும் அழகாக இருக்கின்றன. குழந்தை இல்லாத ஒரு அன்பான குடும்பத்திற்குத் தந்தாலே என்று ஆசைப்படுகிறார்.” வசந்தி மகிழ்ச்சியுடன் தலை ஆட்டினார். “அது அருமையாக இருக்கிறது.” “இந்த ஞாயிற்றுக்கிழமை என் மைசூர் வீட்டுக்கு வா. நம்ம ஒருசேர போவோம்.” வசந்தி சுரேஷிடம் ஆலோசனை செய்தார். அவர் மனதார ஒப்புக்கொண்டார். ஞாயிற்றுக்கிழமை, அவர்கள் ரஞ்சிதாவின் வீட்டிற்கு வந்தனர். ரஞ்சிதா அவர்களை தனது தோழி நிவேதா வீட்டிற்கு அழைத்துச் சென்றார். ஒரு மனநல மருத்துவர் ஆன நிவேதா, ஒரு பிரபல வழக்கறிஞரை மணந்திருந்தார். இருவரும் மிக அன்புடன் வரவேற்றனர். வசந்தி மூன்று மாதம் ஆன 'ப்ரின்ஸ்' என்ற நாய்குட்டியைப் பார்த்ததும், மனம் உருகிவிட்டது. ஆனாலும், 'சார்ல்ஸ்' என்ற மற்றொரு குட்டி, அவருடைய மனதைக் கவர்ந்தது. “வசந்தி, சார்ல்ஸை ஜானகிக்குத் தரலாமா?” என்று நிவேதா மெதுவாகக் கேட்டார். “அவனும் சிங்கப்பூரில் அன்புடன் வளர்க்கப்படுவான். இருவரையும் நேசியுங்கள் – இடைவெளி, இனத்தில் வித்தியாசம் என்று எதுவுமே இடையூறாக இருக்கக்கூடாது.” வசந்தியின் கண்களில் கண்ணீர் வந்தது. குட்டிகளை அணைத்துக்கொண்டு மெல்ல நன்றி சொன்னார். பின்னர் ரஞ்சிதாவின் அகாடமிக்கு சென்று, அவருடைய மேஸ்ஸின் நண்பருக்கு நன்றி கூறினார். இறுதியில், ப்ரின்ஸ் பெங்களூரில் தன் வீட்டைக் கண்டுபிடித்தான். சார்ல்ஸ் சிங்கப்பூருக்கு பறந்தான். இரண்டு குட்டிகள், இரண்டு குடும்பங்கள், ஒரு அழகான காதல் பயணம் – இது உறவுகள் பிறக்கவேண்டியதல்ல, சில நேரங்களில் அவை உருவாக்கப்படுகிறதென்பதைக் நிரூபித்தது. - கே.ராகவன் 25-04-25

Small Story 226.

Small Story 226.: A Tail of Love – Two Cute Kids, One Big Heart After reading the newspaper one calm morning, Mukund found himself lost in a sea of childhood memories, thinking fondly of his best friend Somu. Their bond, forged over five decades, began in Madurai and later continued in Chennai. They were the same age, shared the best and worst times, and their families were as close as their friendship. Mukund eventually settled in the Chockikulam area of Madurai, now a developed and bustling neighborhood, while Somu remained in his ancestral home in Tambaram. Despite the distance, daily phone calls and messages kept their friendship alive and vibrant. Mukund’s daughter, Vasanthy, and Somu’s daughter, Janaki, mirrored their fathers’ friendship. Though fate had not blessed them with children of their own, both families took solace in saying, “We are blessed in every way; the rest is God’s will.” Vasanthy lived with her husband Suresh in Bengaluru, while Janaki had made a home in Singapore. Every year, Janaki visited India and always made time to meet her childhood friend, Vasanthy. One fine evening, Vasanthy ran into an old college friend, Ranjitha, at the popular Shivsagar restaurant. They reminisced about the good old days, laughing over memories and moments. After a warm chat, Ranjitha gently asked, “How is life treating you?” With a calm smile, Vasanthy replied, “God has given me everything I need. And if He has decided I should not have a child, I’ve made peace with that too.” Ranjitha admired her strength. “Accepting reality with grace is a gift. But I do have a suggestion—something to bring joy and purpose to your days, if you're open to it.” Vasanthy leaned in with curiosity. “Tell me more.” “These days, adoption—both of children and pets—is common. But here's something unique. My boss’s friend in Mysore has two beautiful puppies—different breeds, both adorable. He’s looking to give them to families who long for a child, and who will raise them like their own.” Intrigued, Vasanthy nodded. “That sounds wonderful.” “Come to my house in Mysore this Sunday,” Ranjitha said. “We’ll go together.” Vasanthy discussed the idea with her husband, Suresh, and he wholeheartedly supported it. That Sunday, the couple arrived at Ranjitha’s home. She took them to her friend Nivedha’s house—a kind-hearted psychiatrist, married to a well-known advocate. The couple welcomed them warmly, already briefed by Ranjitha. When Vasanthy laid eyes on the three-month-old puppy named Prince, her heart melted. But it was Charles, the other puppy, who caught her affection. “Vasanthy, could we give Charles to Janaki?” asked Nivedha gently. “He’ll have a loving home in Singapore. Raise them both with love—just don’t let distance or difference come between them.” Vasanthy’s eyes welled with tears. She hugged the little pups close and whispered a soft thank you. Grateful beyond words, she visited Ranjitha’s academy and personally thanked her boss for the kindness of his friend. In the end, Prince found his home in Bengaluru, and Charles flew to Singapore. Two puppies, two families, and one beautiful journey of love—proving that family isn’t always born, but sometimes found. K.Ragavan 25-4-25 --

Small Story 225.

Small Story 225. Magnificent 225 Days – A Journey Beyond Studios Vasanthy got a sudden call from her boss, Srikanth, asking her to come to the office immediately for an important discussion. She worked as a popular anchor with one of the leading media and advertisement companies, known for her elegant style of introducing inspiring personalities to the world. Curious and prompt, she reached the office and met Srikanth—a man in his 50s, always with a warm smile and an impressive presence. “Welcome, Vasanthy,” he said. “Tomorrow, you’ll be interviewing Ram, the recent award-winning writer and director whose debut film just completed 100 days simultaneously in three theaters.” Vasanthy's eyes lit up. “Amazing, Srikanth! That’s a first in the film industry, isn’t it?” “Yes, indeed,” Srikanth smiled. “Your job is to cover his background and journey. The interview is scheduled for tomorrow at 10:30 AM at his home in JP Nagar. He's more than 77 years old, quite popular on social media, and a versatile blogger.” The next morning, Vasanthy arrived at Ram’s home with cameraman Rakesh. They were warmly greeted by Ram’s wife, Shubhasini , who offered them cool drinks and laddu prasadam from Lord Shrinivasa’s temple. “Please relax,” she said kindly. “He’s finishing his pooja and will join you shortly.” At exactly 10:30 AM, Ram entered the room—a tall, composed man with a dignified smile and a presence that instantly made everyone comfortable. Vasanthy introduced herself and her channel. “We’re truly honored to have your first interview with us, sir. Could you share how your film journey began? And who was your inspiration?” Ram smiled gently. “Honestly, I always admired those who could bring powerful stories to life on screen. In my younger days, I dreamt of directing, but my profession kept me away from the film world. However, over two decades, I built my identity on social platforms and blogs, writing consistently.” “One year ago, a multinational media channel came across my work and sent me an email inviting me to write and direct a film. I accepted the challenge. Within a month, I had a complete concept. I carefully selected the cast, music team, cinematographer, and editors. The entire project—from script to censor clearance—was completed in 225 days.” “I was confident—not overconfident—that the film would succeed. I believed in the story, the characters, and the dedicated performances of the cast. Mr. Davidson, the executive director, trusted my vision and gave full freedom. Like Ekalaiva, I learned from afar, inspired by my favorite authors and filmmakers. I had no film background—but a lot of passion.” “The result? Magnificent 225 Days, a film that ran for 100 days in theaters, touched hearts, and became a symbol of dreams coming true without ever stepping into a studio. The music, the cinematography, and the teamwork made it unforgettable.” Vasanthy leaned forward. “What’s your final message, sir?” Ram’s eyes sparkled with quiet pride. “I believe that story is king. A good subject, presented with sincerity and passion, will always resonate. I’m deeply grateful to Davidson and my entire team for turning my lifelong ambition into reality. This film is my first—and my final. I made it for the message, not for fame. I want young creators to know that with hard work and honesty, anything is possible in this vast film industry.” “Thank you, Vasanthy, for listening to a filmmaker who never entered a studio, but lived a dream.” Vasanthy stood up, moved. “Thank you, sir—for reminding us that talent, determination, and a meaningful story can truly create magic.” K.Ragavan 24-4-25

Sirukathai 225

சிறுகதை 225 மாபெரும் 225 நாட்கள் – ஸ்டுடியோக்களுக்குப் பிறகான ஒரு பயணம் வசந்திக்கு திடீரென அவளுடைய மேனேஜர் ஸ்ரிகாந்திடம் இருந்து ஒரு அழைப்பு வந்தது. உடனே அலுவலகத்திற்கு வரச் சொன்னார்—முக்கியமான ஒரு விவாதத்துக்காக. அவள் ஒரு முன்னணி ஊடக மற்றும் விளம்பர நிறுவனத்தில் பிரபலமான தொகுப்பாளினியாக வேலை பார்த்து வருகிறாள். ஊக்கமளிக்கும் நபர்களை அழகாக அறிமுகப்படுத்தும் ஸ்டைலுக்காக பிரசித்தி பெற்றவள். உடனே அலுவலகம் சென்ற வசந்தி, அங்கு ஸ்ரிகாந்தை சந்தித்தாள். அவர் 50 வயதுக்கு மேற்பட்டவர், எப்போதும் ஒரு இதமான புன்னகையுடன் இருப்பவர். “வாங்க வசந்தி,” என்று அவர் கூறினார். “நாளை நீங்கள் ராம் அவர்களை நேரலையில் சந்திக்க போறீங்க. இவர் சமீபத்தில் விருது பெற்ற எழுத்தாளர் மற்றும் இயக்குநர். அவருடைய முதல் படம், மூன்று திரையரங்குகளிலும் ஒரே நேரத்தில் 100 நாட்கள் ஓடியது.” வசந்தியின் கண்கள் மின்னின. “அருமை ஸ்ரிகாந்த்! இது சினிமா உலகத்தில் ஒரு சாதனைதானே?” “ஆம்,” என்று அவர் புன்னகையுடன் சொன்னார். “அவரது பயணத்தை, பின்னணியை எல்லாம் நீங்கள்தான் கவரage பண்ணணும். நேர்காணல் நாளை காலை 10:30க்கு JP நகர் இல்லத்தில் நடக்கும். அவர் 77 வயதை தாண்டியவர், சமூக வலைத்தளங்களில் பிரபலர், ஆழமான பிளாக் எழுத்தாளர்.” அடுத்த நாள் காலை, வசந்தி, கேமராமேன் ராகேஷுடன் ராம் அவர்களது இல்லத்திற்கு வந்தார். ராம் அவர்களின் மனைவி சுபாஸினி அவர்களை அன்புடன் வரவேற்று, குளிர்ந்த பானமும், திருப்பதி திருவேங்கட பெருமானின் லட்டு பிரசாதத்தையும் வழங்கினார். “தயவு செய்து சிரமப்படாதீர்கள்,” என்று அவர் சொன்னார். “அவர் பூஜையை முடித்து இப்போது வரப்போகிறார்.” கடிகாரம் சரியாக 10:30 ஆக, ராம் அவர்கள் அறையில் நுழைந்தார். உயரமான, அமைதியான, ஆனால் வலிமையான பார்வையுடன், அனைவரையும் உடனே நம்பிக்கையுடன் அமைத்துபடச்செய்யும் ஒரு மனிதர். வசந்தி அறிமுகம் செய்து கொண்டார். “உங்களுடைய முதல் நேர்காணலை எங்களுடன் பகிர்ந்து கொள்கிறீர்கள் என்றதில் பெருமை படுகிறோம், ஐயா. உங்களுடைய சினிமா பயணம் எப்போது தொடங்கியது? யார் உங்களுக்கு பேருத்வேகம்?” ராம் மெதுவாக புன்னகையுடன் பேசினார். “நேர்மையாக சொல்றேன். சிறந்த கதைகளை திரையில் காண்பிப்பவர்கள் மீது எனக்கு ஒரு தனி மரியாதை. இளமையிலேயே இயக்குனராகவேண்டும் என்ற ஆசை இருந்தது. ஆனால் வாழ்க்கை வேறு பாதையில் அழைத்தது. இருபது ஆண்டுகளாக இணையத்தில் எழுதிக் கொண்டு இருந்தேன். அங்கேதான் என் அடையாளம் உருவானது.” “ஒரு வருடத்திற்கு முன், ஒரு சர்வதேச ஊடக நிறுவனம் என்னை தொடர்புகொண்டு படம் இயக்க தயார் செய்ய முடியுமா என்று கேட்டது. நான் ஒப்புக்கொண்டேன். ஒரு மாதத்திலேயே கதை, சினிமாவுக்கான திட்டம், கலைஞர்கள், இசை, ஒளிப்பதிவு, எடிட்டிங் அனைத்தையும் தேர்வு செய்தேன். ஸ்கிரிப்ட் முதல் சென்சார் வரை 225 நாட்களில் முடித்து வைத்தோம்.” “நான் நம்பிக்கை கொண்டிருந்தேன்—தன்னம்பிக்கை அல்ல. கதையை, கதாபாத்திரங்களை, மற்றும் குழுவின் உழைப்பை நம்பினேன். எக்ஸிக்யூட்டிவ் டைரெக்டர் டேவிட்சன் எனது பார்வையை நம்பினார். அவர் எனக்கு முழு சுதந்திரம் கொடுத்தார். எகாலைவா போல, தூரத்தில் இருந்தே கற்றுக்கொண்டேன். சினிமா பின்னணி இல்லாத நான், வெறும் ஆர்வத்தால் படம் எடுத்தேன்.” “முடிவாக, மாபெரும் 225 நாட்கள் என்ற திரைப்படம், 100 நாட்கள் திரையரங்குகளில் ஓடி, மக்களின் மனதைக் கவர்ந்தது. ஸ்டுடியோ இல்லாமல் உருவான படம்—ஒரு கனவுக்கான சின்னமாக மாறியது.” வசந்தி முன்வந்தாள். “இன்னொரு கடைசி கேள்வி ஐயா—உங்களுடைய செய்தி என்ன?” ராம் அவர்களின் கண்கள் மெதுவாக ஒளி விட்டது. “கதைதான் ராஜா. ஒரு நல்ல தலைப்பு, நேர்மையுடன், உணர்வோடு சொல்லப்படும் போது, அது எப்போதும் பலனளிக்கும். டேவிட்சனுக்கும், எனது குழுவினருக்கும் நான் நன்றியுடன் இருக்கிறேன். இது என் முதல் படம்… கடைசியும் கூட. புகழ் தேடி எடுத்தது அல்ல; ஒரு செய்தி சொல்லவே எடுத்தேன்.” “இன்றைய இளம் படைப்பாளிகளுக்கு என் உரை: உழைப்பு, நேர்மை இருந்தால் இந்த பெரிய சினிமா உலகத்தில் எதுவும் சாத்தியமே.” வசந்தி நெகிழ்ந்தாள். “நன்றி ஐயா… ஒரு ஸ்டுடியோவுக்குள் செல்லாமலே ஒரு கனவை நிகழ்த்த முடியும் என்று நினைவுபடுத்தியதற்காக.” கே. ராகவனின் கதை – 24-4-25

A NobleReunoon of PharmaProfessionals Meeting.

A Noble Reunion of Pharma Professionals – Celebrating Legacy and Service March 9, 2025 | Century Club, Bengaluru Dear Sir, I have been a devoted reader and follower of New India Abroad for over a decade, and I truly appreciate your consistent and engaging coverage of the Indian diaspora, as well as the various professionals and their reunions around the globe. Your paper connects millions of readers and brings forth inspiring stories that deserve to be shared. I belong to a noble and impactful profession—the pharmaceutical industry—where I served as a Medical Representative, bridging the gap between the pharma industry and the medical fraternity. Our role is essential: we introduce formulations, share critical medical knowledge, and ultimately serve the suffering humanity. It is a profession built on trust, service, and commitment. A group of us—friends and fellow Medical Representatives—who worked in Madurai as our headquarters between 1967 and 1978, across various domestic and multinational pharmaceutical companies, reunited after 45 years in February 2023 in Chennai. It was an emotional and joyous gathering. Building on that momentum, our second reunion was held on March 9, 2025, at the Century Club, Bengaluru. This meeting was especially memorable. Among the senior members, four of us were honored in traditional Karnataka style, and I had the privilege of being one of them. The respect and warmth we received was truly overwhelming. As an avid reader and occasional contributor, it is my sincere wish that this meaningful reunion of professionals from such a noble field be featured in your prestigious publication. The legacy and dedication of Medical Representatives, who have served tirelessly behind the scenes, deserve recognition and remembrance K.Ragavan Bengaluru

Unacceptable attack.

The recent terrorist attack in the Pahalgam area of the Indian state of Jammu and Kashmir, which tragically claimed the lives of 26 innocent tourists and 2 foreign nationals, has been widely condemned and is deemed absolutely unacceptable. Terrorism continues to pose a significant threat to nations worldwide, and India, in particular, faces heightened challenges, especially as it works towards rapid development—most notably in the tourism sector. Despite numerous precautionary measures taken by security forces to protect civilians and tourists, such incidents highlight the persistent and evolving nature of this menace. The fact that Prime Minister Shri Narendra Modi cut short his international visit and returned to New Delhi immediately underscores his commitment to the safety and well-being of the people. It is hoped that with the current strategies and a strengthened security apparatus, the Indian government will be able to curb this threat effectively, ensure justice for the victims, and create a safer environment for all, especially in vulnerable regions. K.Ragavan Bengaluru - https://www.narendramodi.in/network/userpost-task/68085f031a4f2928e32647e5 via MyNt

SmallStory 224.

--- Small Story 224. "A Surprise Among the Stars" Sophia arrived at the Bengaluru International Airport, preparing to depart for New Zealand. After checking in her luggage, she headed to the Business Class VIP lounge for breakfast. A few of her favorite dishes were available, and she happily began to eat. Suddenly, someone called her name. She turned around, surprised to see her old friend Vasanthy. "Hey, how are you?" Vasanthy asked warmly. "I'm fine!" Sophia replied with a smile. They quickly got lost in reminiscing about their school and college days. Vasanthy, now forty-two and a few years older than Sophia, was settled in New Zealand with her husband Ram and their son Vishal. Sophia shared the reason for her trip. "You know, Vasanthy, since college, I’ve always loved writing stories. One of my stories was recently selected by a popular New Zealand producer, Mr. Atkinson. He asked me to come and sign a contract. He even arranged my business class ticket and visa." "That’s amazing, Sophia! I always knew you were a versatile writer," said Vasanthy. "I’m so happy to hear this, especially since it’s happening in my home country now." Sophia showed her the hotel booking. Vasanthy looked at the address and exclaimed, "My God, this hotel is so close to my house!" After a comfortable flight, both women arrived in New Zealand. They parted ways but exchanged numbers before leaving the airport. Sophia never expected to meet her close friend after five years, especially like this. She was now a feature writer for a leading online magazine. The next day, Atkinson sent his staff to pick up Sophia for their meeting. His office was beautifully decorated with elegant, classy furniture. Atkinson, in his fifties, was a smart and well-mannered man. "I loved your story," he said, greeting her warmly. "I’m very impressed and would like to offer you a contract worth 500000 New Zealand dollars. If the story performs well, you’ll also receive a bonus." After reading the contract, Sophia signed it eagerly. "This story was actually recommended by our consultant, who is a great media creator and storyteller," Atkinson said. Just then, the consultant walked in—Mr. Ram. Ram, elegant and charismatic at 48, smiled. "Hey, congratulations! You’re coming to my house this evening for tea—with Atkinson." That evening, Sophia and Atkinson visited Ram’s beautifully furnished home. To her delight, Vasanthy appeared from inside, excited to see her again. Later, Sophia discovered the biggest surprise: her story had been selected by none other than Ram—her friend’s husband—who was also a versatile writer and a consultant for Atkinson's firm. No one had revealed the connection until then. Vishal was also thrilled to meet “Sophia Aunty,” his mother’s close friend. After spending 15 unforgettable days in New Zealand, Sophia returned home with a heart full of joy and memories of an unexpected and beautiful reunion—a true miracle she never saw coming. K.Ragavan 23-4-25

Unforgettable Touching one.

Nenjai Thottadha (Unforgettable Memories) Our Madhyamar group administrator gave us a beautiful and touching topic—“Nenjai Thottathadha” (Touch the Heart)—and encouraged us to share memories that truly moved us. Experiences differ from person to person, but the essence, the emotion, must reach the heart. Here's one such moment from my own life that still lingers in my memory like it happened yesterday. It was during my school days, sometime in the 1960s. A highly anticipated cricket match between India and Pakistan was to be played at the Madras Corporation Stadium, which I believe was located behind Moore Market. Like most young boys back then, my friends and I were thrilled. One of my close friends assured me that he would take me along, as he had some influence with the gate authorities. The big day came, but to my surprise and dismay, he took two of our friends and forgot me by oversight. I was left behind. As was my routine, I went to Tambaram Ramar Kovil that morning. There, I ran into another friend who was with his uncle. Seeing me there, he asked, “Why haven’t you gone to the match?” I told him, a bit shyly, “Our friend forgot me by mistake.” His uncle looked at me with kindness and asked, “Aren’t you disappointed?” I replied, “No sir, he's a good friend. It was just an oversight. Maybe I’m just not lucky today.” He smiled and said something that still echoes in my heart: “Don’t worry. Tell your parents you're going for the match—there’s still time. Go to Park Station, get down, and head to the stadium. At the 'M' stand gate (Chair Gallery), ask for Sergeant Swaminathan and tell him my name and the code I’ll give you.” I had just three rupees in hand and a third-class season ticket. I quickly set off, full of hope. Once I reached the stadium, I nervously approached the gate and mentioned the code and the Sergeant’s name. To my amazement, I was immediately allowed in. I walked inside and found myself comfortably seated in the third row of the Chair Gallery. The match began, and the atmosphere was electric. I was overjoyed—not just because I got in, but also because my favorite player, Chandu Borde, scored a fantastic 177 runs! It was like a dream. Since re-entry wasn’t allowed, I stayed till the end. After the match, I went to the railway station canteen, had a cup of tea, and returned home to enjoy my mother’s delicious rice uppuma. This wasn’t just a memorable experience—it was a touching life lesson. Sergeant Swaminathan, though I met him only briefly, recognized my calm and forgiving nature and gave me a seat in the Chair Gallery. His gesture, combined with the kindness of my friend’s uncle, still lives in my heart. Some people don’t just help—they become part of your story. Even decades later, this memory continues to touch my soul. K.Ragavan 22-4-25

Small Story 223.

Small Story 223. "Amazing Victory 223: Vishnu’s First Triumph" Vishnu was eagerly waiting for his Grandpa Ram to return from a visit to his friend’s house. As Ram walked in, he smiled and said, “Hey, tomorrow I’m taking you to the Selection Committee!” Vishnu’s eyes lit up. “Thank you, Grandpa!” he said, delighted. Ram’s only daughter, Vasanthy, had a son — Vishnu — a bright 8th-grade student with an immense passion for cricket. Despite being only 13 (soon to turn 14 in 15 days), his dedication and numerous accolades had brought him to the doorstep of his dream — playing in the IPL. Ram’s old colleague Shekar had a son, Rahul, a well-known cricket coach. Rahul had requested Ram to bring Vishnu for the under-14 selection trials scheduled for the next day. The following morning, after warm hugs from his mother and grandmother Pankajam, Vishnu set off to the cricket ground with his grandpa. Coach Rahul greeted them, took Vishnu’s credentials, and added him to the pool of 40 candidates. In the first round, Vishnu’s technique — both his defensive play and powerful strokes — impressed Rahul greatly. A week later, during the final selection round, Vishnu continued to shine and was chosen to represent the Bengaluru Under-14 team for the upcoming IPL-style T20 tournament on May 1st. Just in time, Vishnu would be 14 and fully eligible to play. On match day, the entire family — Ram, Pankajam, Vasanthy, and her husband Murali — were at the stadium, hearts pounding with pride and excitement. The opposing team scored 222 runs. Vishnu’s team needed 223 to win. After losing two wickets with the score at 122, Vishnu was sent in. What followed was a masterclass in batting. His composed defense and explosive strokes were a treat for the audience. Vishnu scored an unforgettable 101 not out, leading his team to a thrilling victory by chasing 223, just one run more than the opponent. He was rightfully named "Man of the Match." His parents and grandparents were overjoyed. Coach Rahul stood proud, watching his young protégé shine. Ram later received a call from Shekar, who was visiting his daughter in New Zealand, congratulating him and Vishnu on the incredible debut performance. Vishnu, glowing with pride, turned to his grandpa and said, “I’m your favorite boy. I’ll always need your blessings.” Ram’s eyes welled up with tears, filled with love and pride for his grandson — a young star, already on his path to greatness. K.Ragavan 22-4-25

Wheel chair facilities needed.

Wheelchair facilities must be made available at stations, airports, and other essential service centers for senior citizens and individuals with special needs. Although the government has made efforts to provide wheelchairs, the persistent shortage is not only disappointing but also unacceptable. Senior citizens deserve to be treated with dignity, and individuals with special needs should receive additional care and support. It is essential to ensure that these basic facilities are accessible to all who require them. We sincerely hope that authorities will address this issue promptly, and in the near future, no individual in need of such assistance will be left without proper support. K.Ragavan Bengaluru https://www.narendramodi.in/network/userpost-task/68062c59e272306f245781bb via MyNt

Small Story 222.

Small Story 222. Hidden Secret – The Letter That Flew Away Keshav was waiting eagerly for a sign from Sujatha—a confirmation of her interest in marrying him. Both were Chartered Accountants working at the prestigious Bhujanga Rao & Company, an audit firm with a legacy of fifty years. They earned good salaries, enjoyed professional respect, and shared a quiet affection for each other. Keshav, the only son of Damodaran and Varsha, had always been thoughtful and sincere. Sujatha, the only daughter of Nandhini, a Carnatic music teacher, and Vishnu, a talented artist, carried a grace and warmth that drew people to her. That morning, around 11 a.m., Sujatha arrived at the office. Her usual cheerful smile was missing. She walked up to Keshav and handed him a letter, saying softly, “Please read this when you find time.” Keshav's heart leapt. He assumed the letter was her way of expressing her love and consent. He placed it carefully on his desk, planning to read it in peace. But before he could, Swamy, the office peon, switched on the fan—as part of his routine. The breeze caught the letter, and in a moment of cruel chance, it flew out the open window. Keshav rushed to the window but the letter was gone. Disappointed, he could hardly blame Swamy, who was just doing his job. That evening, he told Sujatha about the lost letter. She smiled sadly and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll send you a voice message with everything I wrote.” Later that night, at home, Keshav listened to her voice message. His heart sank. The previous day, the firm’s founder, Bhujanga Rao’s daughter and son-in-law had visited Sujatha’s home. They had proposed a marriage between their son Rajeev, a software engineer in Sydney, and Sujatha. Her parents, pleased with the match, had given their approval. The message ended with Sujatha saying she felt torn but helpless—the firm had supported her education, and this proposal came from the family that had helped shape her career. Keshav felt crushed. Yet he calmly replied the next day, “I heard your message. If it is God’s will that we unite, it will happen.” Days passed. No further word came. Then, on a quiet Sunday, Bhujanga Rao’s daughter received a message from her son Rajeev: he was already in a committed relationship and kindly asked his parents to excuse him from the proposal. His mother felt sorry for rushing the alliance and apologized to Sujatha's family. Three months later, the wedding of Keshav and Sujatha took place in a grand and joyous celebration attended by friends, colleagues, and family. The astonishing truth—known only to Keshav—was that Rajeev was his close friend. Knowing about Keshav and Sujatha’s bond, Rajeev had gently declined the match, without revealing the real reason. Keshav never shared this secret with anyone, choosing instead to cherish his friend's silent sacrifice. A letter lost to the wind, a voice message of heartbreak, and a friend’s quiet gesture had all led to a love fulfilled. K.Ragavan 21-4-25

Tribute 868.

--- Tribute to My Departed, Amazing Friend On the afternoon of the 18th, I received the shocking news of the untimely demise of Ramani, the beloved son-in-law of my dear old friend, the late Shri Ramasubramaniam. The news sent shockwaves through our entire family. I had known Ramani for over two decades—not just as my friend’s son-in-law, but as a good friend in his own right. We first met during our time in the UAE, where he worked as an electrical engineer for a leading consultancy firm. Through his dedication and work ethic, he carved out a unique identity for himself—something I continue to admire. Ramani was more than just a skilled professional. He was a kind-hearted human being, a devoted husband, and a loving father. His ever-smiling face, warm hospitality, and genuine friendship left a lasting impression on everyone who knew him. His passing is a great loss—not only to his immediate family and close relatives but also to those of us who had the privilege of calling him a friend. I deeply miss him and that radiant smile he always wore. I pray to my Acharyan to bless and give strength to his wife (my friend's daughter), their daughters, and all the members of their grieving family, to help them bear this immense loss. May his soul attain eternal peace. K.Ragavan

Small Srtory 221.

--- Small Story 221. Legends Encounter: A Dream Fulfilled in Bengaluru By K. Ragavan | 20-04-2025 Chander came to Bengaluru for the first time, having never left his native town of Lalgudi. His close friend Ram, a long-time resident of Bengaluru, came to receive him at the railway station. The two had been college friends, and their bond had stood the test of time. The last time they met was six years ago at a wedding in Chennai. As they walked toward Ram's car, memories of their youth and family life flowed easily between them. Ram now had a daughter settled in Singapore, while Chander’s son was a flight engineer in Dubai. Both in their mid-sixties, they found joy in talking about everything under the sun. Though it was his first visit to Bengaluru, Chander's passion for Kannada films was remarkable. Being a native speaker, he had a deep love for the language and admired old Kannada movies and legendary actors, watching them regularly on TV. Ram, after retiring, had taken up writing and started a blog, which gained a loyal following. During their drive, Chander expressed a heartfelt desire—to meet a few Sandalwood film personalities, now that he was in the Garden City. Ram smiled and nodded, "Who knows, by God’s grace, your wish may come true." Upon reaching home, Ram’s wife, Ambujam, greeted Chander warmly, speaking in Kannada, “How are you? You must speak your mother tongue here; in this cultural city, we love learning and using local languages.” After a delicious lunch and a hearty conversation, they all took a short rest. In the evening, while enjoying tea and snacks, Chander’s phone rang. He answered, “Hello, I’m Chander. Who’s this?” The voice on the line replied mysteriously, “Tomorrow, you and your good friend Ram are going to meet me at my residence. Though we’ve never met before, I’ve been following Ram's blog and admire his writing.” Then the caller hung up, leaving Chander curious and excited. Ram just smiled and said, “Only 18 more hours, my friend.” The next evening, Ram drove Chander to a place nearby. As they entered the hall, they were greeted warmly—first by the legendary Sandalwood writer and national award-winning director T. S. Nagabharana, and then by the acclaimed editor Suresh Urs. Chander was overwhelmed. He stood speechless, honored to meet these stalwarts of Kannada cinema. What moved him even more was the respect these legends showed his friend Ram, appreciating his blog and thoughtful insights. Over the next two memorable days in Bengaluru, Chander, along with Ram, met award-winning director Nagathihalli Chandrashekar, Prakash Belawadi, Avinash, and Tara. These meetings made his visit even more meaningful.Could not meet Stalwarts Anant Nag,Ramesh Bhat and Ramesh Arvind due to their non availability. Chander returned home with a full heart, deeply thankful to Ram and Ambujam for their warm hospitality—and for fulfilling a long-cherished dream. K.Ragavan 20-4-25