Small Story 321.

Small Story 321 Frankly Franklin At their usual evening meeting spot, Franklin noticed that Athma wasn’t in his usual mood. “Hey, what’s the problem? You don’t seem like yourself today,” Franklin asked with concern. Both were close friends, retired from the same private company, and now settled in Coimbatore. Athma sighed and shook his head. “Nothing... It’s just that people think I retired with a huge amount of money and keep asking me for short-term help. I honestly can’t afford to help them.” Franklin smiled gently. “Ah, you're worrying too much. We shouldn’t pretend or live under false prestige.” He continued, “You know, I enjoy interacting with people on social media. And there, I’ve written the truth about myself in my profile. Want to hear it?” Athma nodded. Franklin recited, “I’m Franklin, retired from a private company. I’m 73 years old, a non-pensioner. I only wish to connect with like-minded friends—those who are genuine and not out to betray or take advantage of others. If someone likes me for who I am, they’re welcome to be my friend.” Athma was delighted by the honesty and strength in those words. It made him realize that being open and genuine matters more than living up to others’ expectations. “One should be frank and honest,” he said thoughtfully. “And not worry about what people think.” Franklin nodded and smiled. “If you can help, help. If not, at least pray for them,” he whispered before they parted for the night. Athma left, feeling lighter and inspired by Franklin’s frank and open heart. K.Ragavan 29-7-25

Tribute to My Friend Murugappan 883

Tribute to My Friend Murugappan Whenever I recollect the past, my memory always goes to my dear friend Murugappan. It’s truly amazing how a brief meeting during a short journey turned into a strong friendship that has lasted over four decades. At the time we met, he was working as the Branch Manager of a leading finance company. He had a great rapport with his clients and was well known in that area for his integrity and professionalism—qualities I deeply admired. We became close friends, and every Sunday we would visit the Ramakrishna Vedanta College in Mysore. We listened to Swamiji's inspiring 45-minute lectures through our Ramakrishna Seva Sangh. I still cherish those sessions and remember one of the powerful mantras: "Asato Ma Sad Gamaya." Apart from visiting the Ramakrishna Institute, we also watched a few movies together. Our similar way of thinking further strengthened our bond. He left Mysore around 1990 upon his promotion and transfer to the Madurai office. I left Mysore in 1993 and returned to India in 2009. In 2010, I had the opportunity to meet him again in Chennai—and to this day, our friendship and bond remain strong. Murugappan is known for his simplicity, his kind and helpful nature, and his deep-rooted values. He is blessed with a wonderful son who is doing well in business. I fondly remember sitting behind him on his powerful Rajdoot motorcycle between 1984 and 1990. I always admired his careful driving. With his characteristic smile, he would say, “Don’t worry, Sayaburey, I will take you carefully.” He hails from the famous Chettinad town of Karaikudi, where he is now settled. Sadly, he lost his beloved wife a few years ago. Today, I remember this wonderful and generous friend with great affection. I wish him continued peace, good health, and happiness—and all the very best to his son and family as well K.Ragavan 28-7-25

Good Clip.

https://youtu.be/qzjJtnodN3w?si=R6F4Heu7iwrrFzMbAnother wonderful clip from the award-winning director Nagabharana beautifully explains his experience with the making of Janumada Jodi. The film was born out of his deep passion and commitment—he took the story rights from the late writer Pannalal and waited nearly a decade before starting the project. This long wait is a testament to his careful calculation, unwavering confidence in the story, and belief in its potential success. Sitting with his team members and discussing the nuances of the film, he emphasized how much late Dr. Rajkumar's suggestion and encouragement instilled further confidence in the project. Based on the team's deliberation and Rajkumar's insight, they made a bold choice to shoot the film in the Mandya region instead of other areas—a decision that rooted the story in its authentic cultural setting. In my strong opinion, the success of a film cannot be predicted solely by external opinions. When the content is powerful, the director’s vision is clear, and the presentation is sincere—with talented artists and a committed crew—the result is almost always success. The story’s craft, the director's insight, and the collective effort of technicians such as the editor, cinematographer, music director, and many others all play a vital role in shaping the film’s impact. I wholeheartedly applaud Director Nagabharana for his patience, deep listening, and observational strength—qualities that have contributed significantly to his successful journey in cinema. K.Ragavan

Small Story 320.

Small Story 320 Code 320 – The OO1 Academy Trio After clearing the baggage claim, Shyam stepped out of the Bengaluru International Airport, looking around for the cab arranged by his management. After a few minutes, a man holding a placard approached him. "Are you Mr. Ram?" the man asked. Ram nodded, "Yes." The man took Ram’s bag and led him to a waiting cab. As Ram settled into the back seat, the driver said, “Mr. Ram, we’re expecting two more—Mr. Sanjay and Mr. Akash. Their flights were delayed, but they should be arriving shortly.” After about fifteen minutes, the other two passengers arrived. The trio introduced themselves—Ram from Chennai, Sanjay from Delhi, and Akash from Mumbai. The cab driver, Naveen, introduced himself as well. All three were heading to the prestigious OO1 Academy in Mysore for a one-year residential program. During the journey, Akash said excitedly, “I can't believe I’m finally meeting my fellow trainees. This is going to be amazing.” Sanjay and Ram smiled in agreement. On the way, they stopped for a quick breakfast and resumed the two-hour drive to Mysore. Upon arrival, they were greeted at the academy reception by Ranjitha, who welcomed them warmly. “Please occupy your respective rooms and be at the training hall in half an hour,” she instructed. Thirty minutes later, the trio assembled in the training hall. Paul, the Training Director, welcomed them and gave a brief tour of the hall, which featured mesmerizing views of Mysore’s landscapes. Soon, the Chief of OO1 Academy, Mr. Paramanand, arrived. The atmosphere instantly shifted—almost cinematic. The trio felt like they had stepped into a scene from an old OO7 movie. In their minds, they imagined themselves as undercover agents, beginning a thrilling new mission. They shared their aspirations and excitement with the Chief, expressing their belief that joining the Academy was the best decision for their future. Chief OO1 Paramanand smiled and said, “From today onwards, you three are Code 320 for this training.” He then officially introduced Paul and Ranjitha’s roles in the Academy and wished them the best of luck. The adventure had just begun. K.Ragavan 28-7-25

Small Story 319.

Small Story 319 A Blessing in Disguise for Pawan Pawan walked into the cabin of the HR Manager for his interview. He had been invited to meet the HR Manager of a leading trading company, as his credentials were highly impressive. Anitha, the HR Manager, greeted him warmly and was impressed by his confident answers. There was only one vacancy in the Supply Chain division, which came with an excellent perks package. Anitha made a positive note on his application. Just then, she received a call from her uncle, Keshav. His grandson, Sumanth, was also interested in the same position due to the company’s reputation and the lucrative package. At her uncle’s request, Anitha asked him to send Sumanth’s biodata immediately and promised to get back to him within a day or two. Half an hour later, Sumanth's resume arrived. Although it was good, Pawan’s credentials were clearly stronger. Anitha found herself in a dilemma. Her uncle Keshav had helped support her financially during her Chartered Accountancy studies. Out of family obligation, she felt she should help Sumanth. However, professionally and ethically, Pawan was the deserving candidate. Conflicted, Anitha prayed to her deity for a solution. Soon after, she received a call from the Bengaluru branch office manager, who requested a strong candidate for a Team Manager position. Anitha immediately forwarded Pawan’s biodata. The branch manager approved it without hesitation. Anitha was relieved and overjoyed. She had managed to do justice to both—honoring her family bond by offering the Supply Chain position to Sumanth, and ensuring the more qualified Pawan got an even better opportunity. Pawan was pleasantly surprised by the offer for the Team Manager role in the Bengaluru branch, especially because his uncle lived there—and so did Shobhana, his uncle’s daughter, with whom he shared a mutual affection. Pawan’s parents were thrilled with both the job and his posting to Bengaluru. It truly turned out to be a blessing in disguise. K.Ragavan 27-7-25

Small Story 318.

Small Story 318 A Happy Encounter During Dubai Trip Goutam took his seat on the flight to Dubai and noticed a young man with a pleasant personality seated next to him. He smiled and asked, "Are you heading to Dubai or somewhere else?" "Yes, Uncle," the young man replied warmly. "I’m going to Dubai to join the Australian University at its Dubai campus. College starts in a month, but I’ve come early. My sister lives in Karama, so I’ll be staying with her until then." He continued, “The campus is in Jumeirah, and I’ll also be staying with an old friend of mine who is joining the same college next week. One of his relatives has arranged an apartment for both of us near the college.” “That’s wonderful news,” said Goutam with genuine delight. “Many Indian students are now choosing Dubai for higher education. My son is also joining the Australian University campus in Dubai.” “Is he Arnav?” the young man asked, surprised. “Yes, Arnav is my son,” replied Goutam. “I’m Suhas,” he said excitedly. “Arnav and I were schoolmates at Our Own English High School!” Goutam was overjoyed at this unexpected connection. “I’m so happy to hear this! Both of you can support each other and do well together. I wish you a bright future.” Before they parted ways, Suhas invited Goutam to his sister’s home for lunch the next day. Goutam had work in Abu Dhabi and would be leaving later that day, so he happily accepted the invitation. The next day, Goutam visited Suhas’s sister’s home and was pleasantly surprised to meet her husband—his old friend Kamal! They had a wonderful time catching up over lunch. As he left, Goutam warmly invited them to visit his home whenever they came to India. On the way back to his hotel, Goutam called Arnav and shared the happy news about meeting Suhas. He also told his wife, Vasanthy, “We no longer need to worry about Arnav’s stay in Dubai. He’ll be in good company.” K.Ragavan 26-7-25

Letter.

Letter Published in The National UAE on 25 July 25 The necessity of intelligent urban planning About The National editorial Smart planning is the key to solving traffic congestion as the UAE grows (July 16): As a country experiencing rapid growth, tackling traffic has become a vital priority for the UAE. With a growing population comes an inevitable increase in the number of vehicles on the roads, making congestion a pressing concern. The UAE is making commendable efforts in managing its expansion through smart planning and infrastructure development. The government's decision to invest millions in road safety and transportation infrastructure is a laudable step towards ensuring safer and smoother travel for all. By continuing to implement intelligent urban planning and sustainable transport solutions, the country is moving in the right direction. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 317.

Small Story 317 Visits – The Magic of Friendship After his bypass surgery, Anand received a minimum of three friends every day who came to visit him. Anand had retired as the Marketing Manager of a leading consumer goods company. Over the years, he built a wide circle of friends—including distributors, sales professionals, and social media acquaintances—amassing 530 friends in his personal diary of contacts. His warm, friendly nature and ability to connect easily with people had earned him this circle. Every day, Anand ordered sweets and snacks from a nearby restaurant to treat his visitors. At 65, Anand maintained an impressive physique and a charismatic personality—apart from the recent health setback. He felt genuinely happy and comfortable when friends came over to chat, laugh, and reminisce. His wife Roshani also enjoyed the company and appreciated the warmth brought into their home by the daily visits. Their son, Rohith, now settled in Melbourne, also admired his parents' outgoing and kind-hearted nature. One evening, Krish, a former colleague, came to visit and praised Anand for his professional achievements—particularly how he had motivated his sales teams to consistently exceed targets. Anand thanked him with a smile, touched by the thoughtful recollection. He had indeed been one of the top executives in the company. A month later, following the doctor’s advice and buoyed by his friends’ encouragement, Anand resumed his regular walks. His friend Satyanarayana, seeing him walk with renewed energy, felt happy to witness Anand regaining his old vigor. Return back home Anand smiled and said, “With a warm environment and meaningful conversations, even after major surgery, one can lead a joyful life.” Roshani nodded, “True, dear.” K.Ragavan 25-7-25

Small Story 316.

Small Story 316: Sweet Bonding Over Sweet Oranges After finishing his usual morning walk, Selvaraj joined his group of friends for their regular meeting between 7 AM and 8 AM—an unbroken tradition going strong for over two decades. Though many members had moved away from the neighborhood, the bond of friendship kept them meeting at least once a month. Their gathering spot in front of a popular restaurant had become a symbol of enduring friendship. The fact that at least eight members showed up regularly was truly admirable. Retirement was only a formality for these friends. Their discussions had no rules, no agenda—only shared laughter, memories, and genuine connection. That morning, Selvaraj was looking around for his close friend Raj. Noticing this, Shashi, another member of the group, smiled and said, “Hey, Raj is in Toronto. He’ll be back next week. Since you went to Palani, we couldn’t inform you.” Raj was a cheerful, retired engineer known for his helping nature, especially towards those in need. As if on cue, Raj video-called the group to check in. Shashi picked up and joked, “Selvaraj was just asking about you. You’ll live 100 years!” Selvaraj took the phone, smiling warmly. “Hey Raj, enjoy your stay in Toronto! Just last week I prayed at Palani for the welfare of all our friends—and others too. Take care!” Their video chat lasted around fifteen minutes, but it filled Selvaraj’s heart with joy to see his dear friend doing well. Before the group dispersed, another friend, Rajappa, brought freshly harvested oranges from his garden and shared them with everyone. As they parted ways, Selvaraj whispered with a smile, “Today’s bonding came with sweet oranges.” Indeed, this group’s love, attachment, and friendship were something truly special—sweet, enduring, and heartwarming. K.Ragavan 24-7-25

Amazing Ramnath.

Amazing Ramnath I have been listening to the whistle music from our Madurai Veerans group for the past three years, especially by our former colleague Ramnath. His performances have not only been amazing but also incredibly difficult to replicate — truly a unique talent. One of his recent whistle pieces, themed around seeking divine blessings for a better half, was particularly touching. Just as he wished for those blessings, it felt like he was also blessed with the gift to create such magical music through his whistle. It’s been a joy to witness his journey and musical evolution. I sincerely wish Ramnath continues to enchant us with many more such soulful performances — both for our group and across wider social platforms. Kudos to you, Ramnath! Keep inspiring us! K.Ragavan --

Small Story 315.

Small Story 315 Destiny Cannot Be Changed After fifteen days, Ganesh received a call from his old colleague, James. “Hey Ganesh, how are you? I’m planning to visit you this evening and enjoy some of my sister’s delicious snacks.” “You’re always welcome, buddy! Come by at 5 PM. My son Vishal will be home from work around 5:30.” Ganesh and James had worked together as design engineers at the famous Coach Factory in Chennai, where they gained a reputation for designing beautiful train coaches for export. Both had retired and were now living in the Anna Nagar area. James lived alone, having lost his wife in an accident two years ago. His daughter, Sophia, lived in Virginia, USA. At exactly 5 PM, James arrived at Ganesh’s house. Ganesh and his wife Suma greeted him warmly and served him coffee with snacks. The old friends reminisced about their working days and discussed their current hobbies. At 5:30 PM, Vishal returned from work and greeted James. “Hey Vishal, how are you?” James asked. “He’s doing well,” Ganesh replied. “Working as a Technical Manager in a good firm, and now he’s been offered a position at Google in the U.S.” “Congratulations, Vishal!” said James. “When are you joining?” “They’ve asked me to confirm, and they’ll send the visa in ten days. I’m expected to report within forty days. But... I’m not sure I want to take it up.” James looked surprised. “Why not?” “I’m the only son of my parents,” Vishal said, “and honestly, I’m scared to fly. I recently witnessed a tragic air accident, and it shook me.” James nodded thoughtfully. “Ah, so that’s the reason. You know, I have my only daughter settled in the U.S. After my wife passed away, I’ve been flying there every six months. I just returned fifteen days ago. Sophia had sent some sweets and chocolates for your family, and I brought them today.” He paused, then added, “I’m 67, Vishal, and I’ve flown across the world multiple times. If something were to happen, it could happen anywhere—on the road, at home, even while walking. Life is unpredictable, and that’s why we call it destiny. If your destiny is good, nothing can go wrong. And if something is meant to happen, it will—no matter where you are.” He placed a reassuring hand on Vishal’s shoulder. “You’re young. You should explore the world, gain experience, and then return home later if you wish. Since you’re going to the Bay Area, my daughter and her husband will be there to help you settle.” Vishal listened carefully. James’s words struck a chord. The fear in his heart started to fade. “You’re right, Uncle. If destiny is good, why should I worry?” He hugged James. “Thank you so much for your advice. I’ll go.” Ganesh and Suma were overjoyed at their dear friend’s timely wisdom. Sometimes, a few words from the right person at the right time can change a life. K.Ragavan 23-7-25

Kudos to Prof Gnanachandran.

Ever since I joined the Madurai Veerans group and reunited with dear friends, it's been a heartwarming experience. Watching the remarkable journey and achievements of our Professor friend, Gnanachandran, has truly been inspiring. His continued recognition and accolades bring immense pride to our group, elevating it to a classic circle of Pharma professionals who have dedicated their lives to alleviating human suffering through the noble medical profession. Kudos to Professor Gnanachandran – your accomplishments are a shining example for us all! With Warm regards, K.Ragavan 22-7-25

Small Story 314.

Small Story 314 A Fresh Coat of Joy" For the past three days, Bengaluru had been witnessing heavy rains, making it difficult for people to move about. Ramaswamy was particularly worried — not about the weather, but about the whitewashing and painting of his flat, something he had been planning for the past two months. The sudden downpour had delayed the work, and to make matters worse, the cost had shot up by twenty percent due to rising prices. His son, Vivek, who worked in Mumbai, told his father not to worry and promised to send the entire amount. “Just get the work done, Appa,” he said. Ramaswamy’s flat, located in a luxurious area of Bengaluru, had four rooms and all modern amenities. The painting work alone was now expected to cost between two and a half to three lakh rupees — a number that only added to Ramaswamy's stress. His wife, Ranganayaki, tried to console him. “Don’t worry. Everything will fall in place,” she said gently. Ramaswamy, a retired bank officer, lived a quiet life. Their only son Vivek, who had settled in Mumbai, worked as a Claims Manager in a reputed insurance company. His wife, Aarti, was a successful dentist with a thriving practice. Their only disappointment was that they had no grandchildren yet. Ramaswamy didn’t want to trouble his son for the whitewash expenses, but Vivek, who was deeply attached to his parents and raised with love and values, insisted on helping. Finally, after four days, the rains stopped and the painting work began. Ten days later, the flat gleamed with a fresh, elegant look. On the day the work was completed, Ranganayaki received a phone call from Aarti. “Mum, I have good news,” said Aarti, her voice filled with emotion. “The gynecologist confirmed today — I’m going to be a mother.” Ranganayaki was thrilled beyond words. “My dear! That’s wonderful news!” she exclaimed. Just then, a patient arrived, and Aarti had to hang up. Still overwhelmed, Ranganayaki turned to Ramaswamy and whispered, “We got some good news today — Aarti is pregnant. We’re going to be grandparents!” Ramaswamy’s face lit up with joy. “What a beautiful day,” he said. “Our home has a new look, and now, so does our life.” After seven long years, the couple had finally received the news they had been waiting for. Now, with hearts full of happiness and a home glowing in fresh colors, they were ready to embrace their new role — proud grandparents. K.Ragavan 22-7-25

GoodTopic.

Our Madhyamaar group administrator encouraged all members to participate in a debate on the topic of “School Benches” — a very interesting subject. During our student days, many of us sat in the first bench, while others preferred or were placed on the back bench. Unfortunately, back bench students were often discriminated against based on their class participation or academic performance. On the other hand, students sitting in the front bench were often viewed as more attentive or academically superior. In some schools, seating was arranged according to height, which meant taller students were automatically placed at the back, regardless of their academic interest or ability. In my opinion, it doesn’t matter whether you sit in the front or back bench — what truly matters is how well you study and the marks you score. Sitting in the front bench may give a sense of pride, but at the end of the day, your performance, dedication, and knowledge are what count — not your position in the classroom. Let’s remember: success doesn’t come from where you sit, but from how much effort you put into learning.I was sitting in the second Bench. K.Ragavan

Small Story 313.

Small Story 313. An Unexpected Encounter at the Buffet Every evening after retirement, Damodaran had a routine. He would visit the nearby library, read for an hour, meet his old colleagues at a nearby restaurant for tea, and return home by 6:45 PM. That evening, as he entered his house, his wife Mallika greeted him with a cheerful smile. “Hello, dear. Our grandson Suresh called from Ramya’s house. He has invited both of us for a morning buffet at the famous 24th Main Road restaurant tomorrow at 9 AM,” she said. Damodaran hesitated. He wasn't keen on breaking his morning walk routine. But Suresh—having returned from the UAE after completing his studies and joining a reputed organization in a good position—especially wanted his beloved grandfather to join him. It had been two and a half years since they last met. Suresh had always been close to both Damodaran and Mallika. With a gentle smile, Damodaran picked up the phone and called his daughter, Ramya. “Tell Suresh I’ll be there at 9 sharp,” he said. His son-in-law, Shravan, was also delighted that Damodaran had agreed to come. They always enjoyed long, thoughtful conversations. Damodaran and Mallika lived in JP Nagar, while Ramya stayed in Jayanagar. The restaurant was conveniently located between both places. The next morning, as the couple stood waiting for a cab, a car suddenly stopped in front of their house. To Damodaran’s surprise, it was his old friend Vinod and his wife, Renuka. “Hey, Dam! We came in yesterday from Coimbatore to visit our daughter. Shubha and our grandson Rakesh are here. Rakesh is working in the same company in Dubai as your grandson Suresh!” Vinod explained, delighted. Rakesh had informed Shubha about Vinod’s visit, and she had invited both Vinod and Renuka to the same buffet. At the restaurant, everyone gathered and warmly greeted each other. Suresh came running to hug his grandparents and receive their blessings. He extended the same affection to Vinod and Renuka. After enjoying a wide variety of dishes and desserts, the atmosphere was filled with joy and conversation. Ramya then invited all the grandparents to her home for some more time together. Vinod had another engagement and had to leave, but he promised to visit Damodaran again soon, as Rakesh would be in town for another twenty days. Damodaran and Mallika spent two lovely hours at Ramya’s home with Shravan and Suresh. Later, Suresh dropped them back home. Before departing, Damodaran leaned in and whispered to Suresh, “Because of your invite, I met my buddy Vinod after ten years.” He hugged him gently and added, “You are a good-hearted person, my boy. You bring people together.” Mallika nodded in agreement. “Very true.” K.Ragavan 21-7-25

Tribute 882.

Tribute to the Late Versatile Actor K. S. Ashwath 882 Today, I pay heartfelt tribute to one of the most versatile and respected actors of the Sandalwood film industry — the late K. S. Ashwath. Over a remarkable career spanning more than five decades, he acted in over 370 films (if I’m right), sharing the screen with many stalwarts of Kannada cinema — especially the legendary Dr. Rajkumar, with whom he appeared in numerous memorable films and many awards to his credit. K. S. Ashwath was widely admired for his dedication to every role he took on. His dialogue delivery, natural acting, and ability to bring authenticity to his characters made him a true icon. Though I’ve had the opportunity to watch only a few of his films, such as Nagarahavu, Karna, and Irandu Rekhegalu, his performances left a lasting impression on me. There are many more that I, unfortunately, couldn’t catch up on. Beyond the screen, he was known in the industry for his humility, friendly nature, and dignified conduct — qualities that earned him immense respect from peers and fans alike. I feel especially privileged to have had a brief encounter with him during my time in Mysore. I happened to meet him at his son’s medical shop near Double Road. It was a simple yet unforgettable moment. Born in Hassan district, part of the old Mysore province, K. S. Ashwath left us about a decade and a half ago in Mysore — a city that remained close to his heart. Today, I am happy and proud to pay my humble tribute to this legendary artist. His legacy continues to inspire generations of actors and film lovers. Rest in peace, K. S. Ashwath. Your contribution to cinema will never be forgotten. K.Ragavan 21-7-25

Small Story312.

Small Story 312. Mumbai Encounter: A Father's Journey, A Son's New Beginning" From VT Station, Panchapakesan slowly walked across the road, carrying his small handbag, toward an old South Indian vegetarian hotel that had stood there for decades. When he reached the reception, the young man behind the counter greeted him in Hindi and asked what he needed. Panchapakesan, who knew only Tamil and English, replied that he was looking for a common dormitory-style room for three days. Noticing his accent and manner, the receptionist immediately switched to Tamil, realizing the elderly man was from the South. The hotel, after all, had a long-standing reputation for serving South Indian visitors with safe lodging and authentic vegetarian meals. After registering his name, native address, and reason for visit, Panchapakesan handed over ₹600 as advance. As he was about to proceed to his room, he suddenly heard someone call out his name. It was the hotel manager—Mani Iyer. “Hey Mani! How are you?” Panchapakesan exclaimed in delight. Mani Iyer walked over with a warm smile and hugged him. It had been decades since the two schoolmates had seen each other. Mani then took Panchapakesan to his office and offered him a cup of coffee. Over the next hour, they reminisced about their childhood in Ambasamudram, how Mani had to move to Mumbai after his father’s death, abandoned by relatives, and started as a cook in this very hotel. Over the years, through hard work, he had risen to become the manager. Panchapakesan shared his own story—how his son Vembu had moved to Mumbai eight years ago and recently gone completely silent for over a month. This, combined with the death of Panchapakesan’s wife in Covid 19left him worried and alone. Vembu hadn’t even come for his mother’s last rites. Mani Iyer placed a comforting hand on his friend's shoulder. “Don’t worry,” he said. “This city may be big, but we’ll find him. You’re not alone.” He invited Panchapakesan to stay with him and his family in their Sion apartment instead of the dorm. Grateful, Panchapakesan agreed, carrying his one small bag. That evening, they arrived at Mani Iyer’s home, warmly welcomed by his wife, Lalitha. While chatting after dinner, Mani brought out his daughter’s recent wedding album. As Panchapakesan flipped through the photos, he suddenly froze. There, standing beside the groom, was his son—Vembu! Shocked but relieved, Panchapakesan pointed him out. Mani Iyer beamed. “Oh! That’s Vembu! He’s a good friend of my son-in-law. They recently went to Dubai for a job opportunity.” Mani explained that Vembu was recommended by his soninlaw and had applied for a job in a reputed trading company there. They had just confirmed his appointment. Since the outcome was uncertain, Vembu hadn’t informed his father. With joy and urgency, Panchapakesan called his son. Vembu answered immediately, overwhelmed with emotion. He apologized for not attending his mother’s funeral and explained covid restriction He had no idea his father would come all the way to Mumbai in search of him. One month later, Panchapakesan flew to Dubai and started a new life living with Vembu. His mission was complete. Grateful to his old friend, he hugged Mani Iyer at the airport, tears in his eyes. “Thank you, Mani. If not for this hotel, this chance meeting wouldn’t have happened.” As the plane took off, Panchapakesan smiled and thought, “Our Ambasamudram truly is a lucky place.” K.Ragavan 20-7-25 ---

Good Movie.

Ayodhi – A Moving Tale of Humanity and Faith Recently, I watched the movie Ayodhi, starring Sasikumar, Yashpal Sharma, and others, and I must say—it was one of the most touching films I've seen in recent times. The story revolves around a tourist family from North India visiting Rameswaram. However, an unexpected tragedy strikes when the family gets caught in an accident near Madurai, leading to the unfortunate death of the mother. What follows is an emotional and suspense-filled journey, with the family’s struggle to take the body back home. Sasikumar’s character, along with his counterpart, offers help with selfless intentions. The gripping scenes involving the ambulance, the tension, and the humane acts of strangers are portrayed with sincerity and depth. The film reaches its emotional peak in the airport climax scene, where Yashpal Sharma’s character asks Sasikumar’s name. When Sasikumar reveals that he is a Muslim, Yashpal Sharma is overcome with emotion and embraces him—a moment that speaks volumes about humanity beyond religion. One of the most touching moments is when Sasikumar pours the holy water from Rameswaram on the deceased woman’s body, fulfilling the family's spiritual wish. The daughter's words, “I will come again to see Rameswaram—to see my brother,” is a heartwarming and powerful line that lingers with the audience long after the film ends. Director Manthiramoorthy deserves special praise for his brilliant storytelling and sensitive handling of a story rooted in emotion, faith, and humanity. Madhesh Manickam’s cinematography beautifully captures the soul of the film, and the music complements the emotional weight perfectly. Ayodhi is a film that goes beyond entertainment—it delivers a strong message about compassion, religious harmony, and the kindness that can exist even among strangers. A must-watch for anyone who believes in the goodness of humanity. K.Ragavan -

Small Story 311.

Small Story 311 Mysore Encounter – A Lost Connection Rekindled" Ravi was overjoyed when he received his appointment letter from a reputed engineering construction company. He had been assigned to oversee a project in Mysore — the very city where he had studied engineering. This opportunity was the result of his hard work, merit, and strong credentials. The memories of his college days came rushing back, especially those of his close friend Nandhini. Their bond during those years was special, and he often reminisced about her warmth and companionship. His father, Chander, was proud that Ravi had secured a three-year project with excellent perks. His mother, Kothai, began planning a visit to Mysore and other nearby tourist spots once Ravi got settled. Fifteen days later, Ravi reached Mysore and reported to the project site. After an introduction to the chief engineer, he was allotted an independent accommodation near Yadavagiri — a serene and upscale locality. Pleased with the arrangements, he collected his baggage from the hotel and moved into his new home. As he unpacked, his thoughts drifted to Nandhini. He had lost her phone number, but he still had her email ID. He sat down to write to her when he was interrupted. “Excuse me, sir. My ball came into your front yard. Can I take it?” A polite voice greeted him. It was a boy, around 14 years old. Ravi smiled and said, “Of course. What’s your name?” “Rajesh, sir. I’m studying in 9th standard.” Just then, a familiar voice called out from the neighboring house, “Rajesh! What are you doing?” Ravi turned — and to his astonishment, it was Nandhini! She, too, was stunned and overjoyed to see her old friend. She warmly invited him over. Ravi quickly locked his house and stepped into hers. It was beautifully decorated, a reflection of Nandhini’s taste. She offered him tea and biscuits, and they sat down, reminiscing about their college days. Soon, her parents returned from the temple, and she introduced Ravi to them. They welcomed him graciously. Nandhini confessed she had missed him dearly and often thought about their past. Ravi felt a pang of guilt for not mailing her earlier. “Your name always reminded me of Karnataka Milk Products,” he joked gently. “It’s unforgettable.” She smiled, “I know, my dear. I, too, wanted to write to you, but I accidentally deleted your email ID.” It turned out that both of them had lost touch due to the same reason — lost numbers and deleted contacts. Fate, however, had other plans. A few days later, with the blessings and consent of both families, their wedding was fixed. Two months down the line, their marriage was celebrated grandly in Mysore, attended by old friends and professors from JC Engineering College. The most heartwarming and humorous part of it all? Two college crushes, separated by time and technology mishaps, were reunited — not by emails or messages, but by a lost cricket ball by Nandhini's cousin and a stroke of destiny. K.Ragavan 19-7-25

Small Story 310.

Small Story 310 The Heart of Poongulam Janaki arrived at her native village near Batlagundu to visit her ailing aunt and uncle. She was warmly received by her cousin Rama, the only daughter of her aunt. Rama, a 54-year-old schoolteacher working in the local village school, was known for her energy and dedication. Rama’s husband, Venkat, also greeted Janaki with affection. It had been over two decades since Janaki had last seen her aunt Amirtha—her father’s only sister—now 80, and uncle, who was 85. After sharing a simple breakfast of upma and coffee, Janaki opened up about the purpose of her visit. Now 64, Janaki had lost her husband and was living alone in their large ancestral house in Annpanagar, Chennai. Her only son had settled in the UK and had no intention of returning. She wanted her aunt’s family to move permanently to Chennai and stay with her. After a pause, Amirtha gently responded, “I’m touched by your intention, Janaki. But I am deeply attached to this growing village, Poongulam. Your uncle's passion for agriculture and, above all, Rama’s love for teaching children here has rooted us to this place. Since your father’s tragic accident, I lost all interest in the world outside Poongulam.” Moved by her aunt’s heartfelt words and deep connection to her late father, Janaki remained silent for a while. Then, with newfound clarity, she said, “You’ve given me your answer through your heart, Aunt. I’ve made my decision too—I will come here, live with you all, extend this house, and help develop our native village.” Hearing Janaki’s words, Aunt Amirtha embraced her tightly. “Your father used to speak just like this, before his untimely death,” she said, her voice trembling. Janaki smiled and nodded. “In one month’s time, I will return to settle here.” The next day, she departed for Chennai with a heart full of peace and a new purpose. K.Ragavan 18-7-25

Good one.

🎬 Another Insightful Clip by Award-Winning Director and Legend T.S. Nagabharana! In this memorable segment, T.S. Nagabharana shares his profound experiences while making the classic film Janumada Jodi, reflecting deeply on the evolution of the Kannada film industry. He highlights how visionary and capable directors have played a transformative role in shaping Sandalwood, leading it through significant and much-needed changes. Nagabharana makes a heartfelt appeal to audiences to read Kannada literature, emphasizing the immense talent and creativity of Kannada writers. Their contributions have given rise to some of the finest literary works, many of which have the potential to inspire powerful cinematic storytelling. He also delivers a subtle yet firm critique of repetitive and stereotypical cinema, encouraging filmmakers to move beyond formulaic narratives. His call for more versatile, meaningful, and content-driven storytelling that resonates with contemporary audiences is both timely and commendable. Notably, he mentions with pride that the village portrayed in Janumada Jodi was referenced by the eminent scholar Swaminathan at the University of Chicago—an admirable recognition that speaks volumes about the film's authenticity and cultural depth. Nagabharana strongly believes that content is the foundation of a film’s success—a principle I wholeheartedly agree with. A truly thought-provoking and memorable clip from one of the greats of Indian cinema. 🎥👏 K.Ragavan - https://www.facebook.com/share/p/1CidtCarjf/

Small Story 309.

Small Story 309 Friendship Beyond Faiths James and Swamy worked together as Travelling Ticket Examiners in the Railways and, after retirement, both settled in Tirunelveli. Their daughters, Sophia and Smitha, were close friends who studied together and later got married. Smitha moved to the United States with her husband, Ramu, who works in an audit firm in Boston. She is a homemaker and also offers consultation services for senior citizens. Sophia, on the other hand, lives in Madurai with her husband David, who works as a secretary in the Collector's office. Sophia is an English professor at a local college. Both Sophia and Smitha have daughters—Helen and Rashmi—who are the same age and currently studying in 5th standard. Despite the physical distance, the two friends, Sophia and Smitha, continue to stay connected. They chat every week, sharing memories and updates from their lives. James and Swamy still reside in Vanarapet, Tirunelveli, enjoying their retired life. Whenever James visits Swamy’s house, he enjoys the delicious South Indian meals. In return, Swamy never misses visiting James’ house during Christmas to savor the special Eggless cake lovingly prepared by Mrs. James. God has truly blessed these two friends, who have maintained a deep and beautiful friendship for over three decades, transcending religious and cultural differences. One day, Smitha called her mother, Parvathy, and said, “Hey Mum! This year, you and Dad are coming to the US with us.” Sophia also promised to join them with her family. A month later, both families traveled to the United States, had a wonderful time, and made many cherished memories. Sophia couldn’t stop thinking about the trip, the warmth of Smitha’s hospitality, the amazing places they visited—especially Niagara Falls—and the delicious food Smitha prepared. On a quiet Sunday back home, while visiting the temple, Sophia prayed deeply: "Bless me, O Lord, that in my next birth, I may once again have a friend like Smitha—one who transcends all boundaries of faith and culture." K.Ragavan 17-7-25

Kudos to Astronaut Shubhanshu Shukla.

The return of Astronaut Shubhanshu Shukla after his successful mission is not only admirable but also sends a powerful message to people around the world. India has performed exceptionally well in this mission, marking a significant achievement in space exploration. Astronaut Shukla’s inspiring words — “Even the stars are attainable” — resonate deeply and ignite hope and ambition across generations. His journey stands as a shining example of courage, dedication, and the spirit of scientific advancement. The entire nation takes immense pride in his accomplishments and his safe return to Earth. It is also a heartwarming moment for his family, whose support and sacrifices are equally commendable. Kudos to Astronaut Shubhanshu Shukla — a true hero and a symbol of India's rising stature in space science! K.Ragavan Bengaluru https://www.narendramodi.in/network/userpost-task/6877b7cd0f49d44a111b4c9e via MyNt

Kudos to Astronaut

The return of Astronaut Shubhanshu Shukla after his successful mission is not only admirable but also sends a powerful message to people around the world. India has performed exceptionally well in this mission, marking a significant achievement in space exploration. Astronaut Shukla’s inspiring words — “Even the stars are attainable” — resonate deeply and ignite hope and ambition across generations. His journey stands as a shining example of courage, dedication, and the spirit of scientific advancement. The entire nation takes immense pride in his accomplishments and his safe return to Earth. It is also a heartwarming moment for his family, whose support and sacrifices are equally commendable. Kudos to Astronaut Shubhanshu Shukla — a true hero and a symbol of India's rising stature in space science! ---

Small Story 308.

Small Story 308 Peanut Cake and the Confidence to Learn Muthu arrived at Pallavaram station and boarded the electric train to reach his office near Beach station. He was lucky to get a window seat and soon noticed his friend Sivan sitting opposite him. Sivan greeted him warmly, and the two began chatting about their usual office routines — both worked for the same private company. Suddenly, they heard a boy walking through the coach, calling out, “Peanut cake! Peanut cake!” Muthu turned to look — and to his shock, the boy was none other than Lokesh, the son of their colleague, Pitchai. Lokesh greeted them politely, “Good morning, Muthu sir, Sivan sir. Please don’t tell my dad.” Muthu asked gently, “Why are you not going to school and selling peanut cakes in the train?” Lokesh leaned in and whispered, “I’m in 9th standard, sir. My father hasn’t been able to pay my school fees because of Grandpa's huge medical expense. So, I’m trying to manage by selling in the mornings before going to school. The school has given me 15 days' grace time to pay the fees.” Later that day, during the lunch break, Muthu and Sivan met Pitchai at the office. As they were chatting casually, Muthu carefully brought up the topic. “Pitchai, I saw your son Lokesh in the train this morning… He was selling peanut cakes. If you had asked, I would have helped with the school fees.” Pitchai was stunned. “What? I didn’t know this! I’ve been struggling the past two months. My father was admitted to the hospital, and I had to spend ₹16,000 for his treatment. I didn’t want to burden anyone.” He was heartbroken to learn that his son had been selling in the train for four days — before going to school — without telling anyone. That evening, back home, Pitchai gently asked Lokesh about the morning incident. Lokesh looked down and said, “Dad, if I sell in the mornings, I can earn ₹50 per day. In 15 days, I’ll have enough to pay the fees. I know how hard you're working and how tight money is. I just wanted to help.” Pitchai was moved to tears by his son’s maturity, confidence, and thoughtfulness. He hugged Lokesh tightly. “You will become a great man one day,” he said, his voice full of emotion. Lokesh smiled and replied, “Your blessings will surely make me one, Dad.” K. Ragavan 16-7-25

Good one.

A Heartfelt Tribute to Actress Sarojadevi – An Interview by Shankar Krishnamurthy A well-presented and touching interview by my good friend — lawyer, actor, and anchor — Shankar Krishnamurthy, on the recent and unexpected demise of the legendary actress Sarojadevi, was truly commendable. The way her journey in cinema was narrated — from her humble beginnings to becoming one of the most celebrated actresses across four South Indian languages — was both informative and moving. It was fascinating to hear how the classic film Thangamalai Ragasiyam, directed by the late B.R. Bantulu, became a turning point in her career and brought her lasting fame. Her association with the iconic M.G. Ramachandran (MGR) was beautifully recalled, highlighting how their films together earned her immense popularity. The interview also paid tribute to her collaborations with other stalwarts like Sivaji Ganesan, Gemini Ganesan, and S.S. Rajendran, which were fondly remembered. The fact that she delivered over 26 blockbuster films is a testament to her talent and star power. Her songs remain evergreen, still hummed by fans across generations — a true mark of her enduring legacy. The passing of Sarojadevi is a great loss to the Indian film industry. Her grace, talent, and contribution will be remembered forever. Kudos to Shankar Krishnamurthy for conducting such a respectful and insightful interview that honored her life and legacy. K.Ragavan

Small Story 307.

Small Story 307 A Visionary Leader: Ramnath's Approach to Merit-Based Recruitment Sowmya had seen many top executives come and go in her decade-long career, but none had impressed her like Ramnath. As a Programme Manager at a leading pharmaceutical company based in Chennai, she deeply admired her 57-year-old Marketing Head. His vision, strategic thinking, and ability to inspire the dedicated field force made him stand out. The company’s headquarters were in Australia, and it was well-known for its range of health products. Sowmya’s personal life was also fulfilling. Her husband, Sanjay, worked as a Training Manager in a bank, while their son, Vibhav, was in the 8th standard and already making a mark as a badminton player, having won many awards. That morning, as Sowmya arrived at her cabin, she noticed Govind waiting outside. “Madam, Marketing Manager Ramnath wants to meet you,” he said. Without delay, she made her way to his cabin. Ramnath greeted her warmly. “You remember, about two years ago, you recommended a candidate named Vishnu—your friend’s brother—for a position in Bengaluru?” Sowmya nodded, slightly surprised he remembered. “I’m considering expanding in Karnataka,” he continued. “Vishnu seems like a strong fit for the role of Territory Manager. He has the right background and experience from a reputed company. Before sending him our offer and terms, I wanted to inform you personally.” Sowmya was thrilled. Ramnath’s ability to remember and value her recommendation from two years ago meant a lot. As she turned to leave, Ramnath added with a quiet smile, “Our philosophy is to recruit purely on merit. Your recommendation matched our standards—and that’s why the decision is mine.” Sowmya walked back to her cabin, heartened. Ramnath was not just a great leader—he was a believer in quality, vision, and values that built strong teams. K.Ragavan 15-7-25

Tribute 881.

A Tribute to the Late Versatile Actress B. Sarojadevi 881 Today, I wish to pay heartfelt tribute to the legendary and versatile actress B. Sarojadevi, whose remarkable contributions to Indian cinema have left an indelible mark across generations. Hailing from Bengaluru, Karnataka, Sarojadevi rose to prominence in an era when Indian cinema was witnessing a golden age. She captivated audiences with her grace, poise, and powerful performances in films across multiple languages, most notably Kannada and Tamil. Her illustrious journey in cinema began with the landmark Kannada film Mahakavi Kalidasa, which received the National Film Award more than six decades ago. From that promising beginning, there was no looking back. With a career spanning over 200 films, she became one of the most sought-after leading ladies in South Indian cinema and earned the affectionate title "Abhinaya Saraswathi" — a testament to her mastery in acting and emotive expression. Sarojadevi was a household name in Tamil cinema, where she starred in timeless classics like: Baga Pirivinai Palum Palamum Kalyana Parisu Alayamani Pani Thirai Ponmana Selvan Iruvar Ullam Even in her later years, she continued to grace the screen, with films like Aadhavan showcasing her enduring talent and screen presence. What truly set her apart was not just her beauty or screen charisma, but her versatility — she could effortlessly portray roles ranging from a devoted wife to a fierce, independent woman. Her charming smile, graceful demeanor, and the emotional depth she brought to her characters earned her immense admiration from fans and critics alike. Sarojadevi's contribution to Indian cinema was recognized with numerous awards, including Padma Bhushan and Padma Shri, two of the country's highest civilian honors. She is also one of the few actors from her era to enjoy a pan-Indian fan following, earning respect across linguistic and regional boundaries. Today, as I pen this tribute, I feel proud and privileged to join thousands of admirers in remembering this iconic figure whose legacy continues to inspire generations of actors and film lovers. B. Sarojadevi was not just an actress—she was an institution in herself. May her soul rest in peace, and may her legacy live on forever through her unforgettable work. K. Ragavan 14-11-25 ---

Small Story 306

Small Story 306 "Autograph No. 306 – A Passion Beyond Borders" Ranjitha received an unexpected call from her aunt in Denver, USA. Her aunt had a special request—she asked Ranjitha to fix an appointment with the respected Chief OO1 for her friend’s son, Vishal, who was visiting India on holiday. Curious, Ranjitha asked, “Why does he want to meet Chief OO1?” Her aunt replied mysteriously, “It’s a surprise! I’ll tell you the date in 15 days. For now, just try to secure the appointment. Vishal is coming to Mysore to see a bride, and while he's there, he wants to meet OO1. Take care, dear, and regards to everyone.” Ranjitha, though curious, was busy investigating another case and couldn't press further. Thirteen days later, Vishal visited Ranjitha at her home, as the appointment with Chief OO1 was scheduled for the next day. She warmly welcomed him with coffee and snacks and asked about his family and the bride visit. Vishal replied politely, “The bride selection went well. My parents in the US are thrilled.” He then added, “I work in supply chain management in a senior position. But my true childhood passion is collecting autographs from personalities across fields. I have a big collection back home.” Ranjitha was surprised. “That’s quite rare these days.” Vishal smiled. “Yes, and now that I’m here in Mysore, I want to meet Chief OO1 and get his autograph—with your help, thanks to your aunt Vasanthy.” The next day, Vishal arrived at the OO1 Academy and was welcomed by Ranjitha. She introduced him to Director Pal and later took him to meet Chief OO1 in his cabin. After some pleasant conversation, Vishal took a group photo with Ranjitha, Director Pal, and Chief OO1. Then, with excitement, he handed over his autograph book. Chief OO1 smiled, signed it, and complimented Vishal on his dedication to such a unique passion. As he accepted the autograph, Vishal whispered, “With your signature, I complete 306.” Chief OO1 nodded with admiration. “Amazing, Vishal.” As they parted, Vishal said, “I’ll be back again—for my wedding here in Mysore, in six months.” Ranjitha smiled as he waved goodbye—this wasn’t just a meeting, but a moment to remember. K.Ragavan 14-7-25 -

Trobute 880.

Tribute to the Versatile Actor Kota Srinivasa Rao 880 The demise of the legendary and versatile actor Kota Srinivasa Rao is an irreplaceable loss to the Indian film industry. With a remarkable career spanning several decades, he acted in over 750 films across multiple languages, portraying a wide range of roles with unmatched brilliance. From intense villains to comic relief, from powerful character roles to deeply emotional performances, Kota garu left an indelible mark on every frame he appeared in. As someone who has watched and admired countless films featuring this stalwart, I am deeply saddened by his passing. His acting inspired millions, including myself, and his talent transcended linguistic and regional boundaries. Born in Kakinada, he rose to become a towering figure in Indian cinema. His departure is not only a profound loss to his family but also to the world of cinema that he so immensely enriched. May his soul rest in peace, and may his legacy continue to inspire generations of actors and cinephiles to come. K.Ragavan 14-7-25 --

Small Story 305

Small Story 305 A New Route, A New Beginning: Bus 305 Serves Its Purpose Rashmi was receiving continued congratulations from her apartment friends for the initiative she led as the residents’ association president. Thanks to her persistent efforts with the authorities, a new hourly bus service—Route 305—from their Gubbalala apartment to JP Nagar, Banashankari, and Jayanagar 4th Block had finally been sanctioned. Today was its first day of operation. Excitement filled the air as residents, friends, and committee members gathered at the apartment’s main gate to welcome the first bus. Amid the cheer, Rashmi received a congratulatory call from her father, Ram, who lives in Dubai. He praised her dedication to public welfare, a value he has long championed through his own community-focused writings. Rashmi felt deeply touched by her father's words. Her happiness only grew as residents brought sweets from the popular Anand Sweets, distributing them to everyone present—including the bus driver and conductor. It was a proud and memorable moment for Rashmi and her husband, Sandeep. While all acts of service are worthy of appreciation, those that benefit the larger community hold a special place. Rashmi nodded with gratitude and whispered, “By God’s grace, this is a wonderful start for our residents.” K.Ragavan 13-7-25

Small Story 304.

Small Story 304 Shiridi Mahan’s Blessings in Pyramid Apartment Sethu had decided to buy a new apartment, but only within a reasonable budget. His wife Lakshmi shared the same dream — a comfortable and modern home, within their means. Sethu worked as a financial controller at Philips’ regional office in Bengaluru. Their only son, Ashwin, was working in the Netherlands as a program manager, and Lakshmi, a homemaker, enjoyed watching meaningful TV programs in her free time. In today’s market, a modern 3-bedroom apartment in a prime area of Bengaluru would cost no less than ₹4 crores. They also wanted a flat from a reputed builder with all legal documents in order — no compromises. Lakshmi was particularly interested in the Pyramid Apartment complex in JP Nagar, where three of her close friends had already moved in. On a pleasant Sunday, Sethu and Lakshmi visited the Pyramid Apartments and met Lakshmi’s friend, Malathy, to inquire about availability and the timeline for possession. Malathy greeted them warmly with juice and some prasadam she had received from a friend who recently returned from Shiridi. After catching up, she took them to see a flat available on her floor. Sethu and Lakshmi both liked the apartment very much. They recorded a video and sent it to Ashwin for his opinion. Within half an hour, Ashwin replied with his approval. He also sent them a photo with the message: “Now I need your approval too.” It was a picture of a beautiful young lady. Ashwin and she worked together in the same office and liked each other. Her parents were also based in Bengaluru, which made Lakshmi especially happy. She showed the photo to Malathy, who immediately exclaimed, “Hey! That’s Vasanthy — our neighbor Sumathy’s daughter!” Overjoyed, Sethu and Lakshmi met Sumathy and happily finalized the wedding date for September. Returning to their current apartment later that evening, Sethu whispered with a smile, “We’ve been truly blessed — a beautiful new home and a wonderful daughter-in-law, both in the Pyramid.” Lakshmi nodded joyfully and said, “All this is because of Shiridi Mahan’s blessings.” Sethu smiled and agreed, “Very true.” K.Ragavan 12-7-25

Letter.

Letter Published in The National UAE on 11 July 25 Dubai is walking the walk on child safety I write in reference to the article Dubai setting up a specialised division for child protection (June 30): in today’s world, where child abuse and harassment are sadly on the rise, the decision by the Dubai government to establish a dedicated child protection division is a commendable and much-needed step. While the international community continues to advocate for children’s safety and rights, Dubai’s initiative demonstrates strong administrative will and a proactive approach to protecting the well-being of children. It reflects a deep commitment to safeguarding the most vulnerable members of society and ensuring a secure, nurturing environment for their growth and development. This move not only aligns with global standards but also sets a positive example for other nations to prioritise child protection through focused policies and dedicated institutions. One can hope this initiative leads to more awareness, better reporting systems, stricter law enforcement, and ultimately, a safer future for all children. K .Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 303.

Small Story 303. The Mystery of Book OO1 at Malleswaram Reading Stop" Suma had always been a lover of books. After completing her M.A. in English, she chose not to pursue a conventional job but instead joined a renowned library in the Malleswaram area as an Administrator. Her love for literature had drawn her to this peaceful place—Malleswaram Reading Stop—a well-known library among book enthusiasts. The library had a staff of eight members and could accommodate up to a hundred readers at a time. It was founded by Mr. Basavaraj, a retired Deputy General Manager from the RBI. With his own savings of one million rupees and generous donations of twenty-five lakhs from his NRI friends, he established the library to serve readers from all walks of life. A passionate reader himself, Mr. Basavaraj envisioned the library as a space where minds could grow freely through reading. At 26, Suma was known for her warm demeanor, smart presentation, and the respectful rapport she maintained with regular visitors. One morning, as she entered the library at 9:30 AM, she noticed a small girl looking curiously at her chair. Suma approached her gently. “What’s your name? Why are you looking at my seat?” The girl responded, “Madam, my name is Roopa. I was looking for a book but couldn’t find it on the shelf.” Suma glanced at the slip Roopa was holding. It read: Investigation Tips by International Investigator OO1. Suma smiled and said, “Ah, that book. It’s very popular. Three editions have been released so far, and all have sold out. We’ve already contacted the publisher’s headquarters. They’ve assured us a new edition is coming soon, and they’ll be sending us multiple copies in the next few days.” Roopa’s eyes lit up. “Can I leave my phone number and address? Once it arrives, can you call me? I’d like to take it home for two days if possible.” Suma nodded. “Of course, but we now require a security deposit of ₹250. Earlier, we allowed readers to borrow books without any fee, but unfortunately, a few books were never returned. That’s why we implemented this policy.” Roopa replied confidently, “No problem. My dad is a popular film director. He’s currently attending a film function in Srinagar. I’ve always wanted to read this book. Once you call me, I’ll come, pay, and collect it.” Suma was pleased by the increasing demand for the OO1 book. As Roopa left, she whispered to herself, “My friend Ranjitha is lucky to be associated with that genius OO1. His work continues to inspire so many.” K.Ragavan 11-7-25

Small Story 302.

Small Story 302: A Chance Encounter That Turned Into an Opportunity Radhika took the metro from Banashankari Station. The train was unusually crowded at that hour. She was heading to Vajrahalli Station, where her office was located. Radhika worked at a reputed consulting firm that specialized in overseas recruitment. She held a degree in Business Management, just like her boss, Aravind. The firm employed ten staff members and was known for its fair and transparent recruitment process. As the train reached Yelachenahalli Station, a young man stood up and offered his seat to Radhika. She politely declined. "Thank you, my stop is just two stations away. I can manage standing." The young man nodded and then asked, "What is your good name?" Radhika was stunned. A stranger asking her name so casually was a first for her. She felt like saying, "None of your business," but held back when she noticed his innocent face. When she got down at Vajrahalli, she was surprised to see the same young man getting off right behind her. This made her slightly uneasy. After walking a few steps, both of them stopped at the same point. Just then, a smart-looking woman in her 50s approached Radhika. "Are you Radhika, Nandhini’s daughter?" she asked. "Yes. What do you want?" Radhika replied, still cautious. "My friend Nandhini told me to meet you at your office regarding a job for my son. He is my son—Rajeev, a Business Management graduate," the woman said, pointing to the young man beside her. Rajeev smiled. "Madam, I only asked your name to make sure you were the right person. I know it wasn’t appropriate, but I’ve been unemployed for over six months, and I was a bit desperate. My mother, Padma, who was seated next to me on the train, asked me to confirm your identity. You didn’t notice her." Radhika realized her earlier judgment had been harsh. His face was indeed innocent, and his explanation genuine. She invited them to her office and, after going through the necessary formalities, helped arrange a job for Rajeev in Dubai. Padma later shared that she was a close friend of Vasanthy, Radhika’s mother. After offering them tea, Radhika felt shy and a little guilty about her initial assumptions. After successfully registering his name, both mother and son left with a smile. A random metro encounter had turned into a life-changing opportunity. K.Ragavan 10-7-25

Small Story 301.

Small Story 301. Bonding Over Birthdays and Beyond Rajan was waiting for his friend Rangan at a restaurant, excited to catch up over tea after nearly two years. When Rangan arrived, his face lit up with joy. "Hey Rajan, how are you?" "I'm fine! How are you and your Mrs.?" "All are fine," nodded Rangan, settling into his seat. "It's been a long time since we met." "Yes, almost two years," agreed Rajan, as he ordered samosas and hot tea for both of them. They sat across from each other, sipping tea and reminiscing about how their friendship began five years ago. It all started when Rajan returned from Chennai. On the train, his neighbor and fellow passenger, Kumar, introduced him to Rangan when they arrived at Bengaluru Cantonment station. Though Rajan was meeting Rangan for the first time, Rangan warmly invited him to his 70th birthday celebration the very next day at a prominent hall in the city. Rajan was pleasantly surprised—a stranger inviting him to such a personal event? He felt both happy and touched. True to his word, Rajan attended the celebration the next evening. It was a delightful gathering, filled with professors and intellectuals, as Rangan was a retired professor from the prestigious IIM. After enjoying a delicious dinner and a memorable evening, Rajan left with the feeling of having made a meaningful connection. They met again three years later, and now, here they were, catching up once more after another gap. Their conversation spanned various topics—politics, stories, films—reflecting the depth and ease of their bond. Before parting, they made a promise: to meet at least once every year, and to stay in touch regularly via WhatsApp. As they bid farewell, both felt grateful for the bond they had formed—a friendship that began at a birthday party and grew stronger with time and mutual understanding. Moral: Friendship can blossom at any age or stage of life when hearts connect with understanding and warmth. K.Ragavan 9-7-25

Goodone

"Heartfelt wishes... May this book become an inspiration to everyone." These were the words of the renowned and versatile director-producer, T.S. Nagabharana, after reading my 300th story. Receiving such appreciation from an award-winning legend made it a truly special and unforgettable moment for me. K.Ragavan 8-7-25

Small Story 300.

Small Story 300. "300 Stories and a Grand Celebration" Vedanth returned from office and settled down with his usual cup of tea and biscuits. A Project Engineer at a leading multinational construction company based in the U.S., he lived comfortably in an independent house in Bengaluru, complete with all modern facilities. His son, Desikan, an Architect Engineer by profession, was also an acclaimed storyteller. His blog had attracted thousands of readers, and his stories resonated with many. Handsome and principled, Desikan always followed the values of his mother Rajalakshmi and his father, Vedanth. Just then, Vedanth’s phone rang. It was Desikan. “Dad, I got a call from a lady named Vasanthy — a journalist and Programme Manager at a top U.S.-based media and creative company operating in Bengaluru. She wants to meet me. She’s coming home at 7 PM. I’ll be there before she arrives.” At exactly 7 PM, a poised and elegant lady arrived. Vasanthy was greeted warmly by Vedanth and Rajalakshmi, who offered her sweets and juice. She accepted with a smile but looked around, clearly expecting someone. Desikan came downstairs a few minutes later and greeted her politely. Vasanthy began, “Desikan, I’m with a leading media company in the creative and storytelling sector. Your blog came to us via Google recommendations, and I must say — I was thoroughly impressed. The message and content are outstanding. Today marks your 300th story. That’s an incredible achievement.” Desikan smiled and replied modestly, “Just a small correction — I had paused after my 100th story. But readers and friends encouraged me to continue. Since then, I’ve written 200 stories without a break.” Vasanthy continued, “That consistency is what amazed us. Our management has decided to recognize your contribution. Not only are we awarding you a certificate and a cash prize of ₹10 lakhs, but we are also recommending your work to the Guinness World Records for consideration.” Vedanth and Rajalakshmi were filled with pride at this moment of honor for their son. Vasanthy then invited the entire family to the award ceremony at the Taj Residency Hotel on Sunday evening, followed by a grand dinner. Desikan quietly stepped into his prayer room and offered thanks to his favorite deity, feeling humbled and blessed. The ceremony was a grand success. Popular Sandalwood personalities graced the occasion, offering their compliments and applause to Desikan. In her closing note, Vasanthy smiled and said, “The name Vedanth Desikan itself signifies depth and wisdom — a father and son whose words have power and meaning.”Also I got my youngerbrother Desikan in this programme. K.Ragavan 8-7-25

Small Story 299.

Small Story 299: Anniversary Tension and Dad’s Diagnosis – A Chain of Events Ramesh walked into his cabin at the office and settled into his chair. Just then, his phone rang—it was his wife, Ramya. “Hey, sorry to disturb,” she said anxiously. “I kept the new gold chain you bought me yesterday for our 25th anniversary celebration in the shelf inside the cupboard... and now it’s missing!” Ramesh froze. The chain had cost nearly ten lakhs—a special gift for their silver jubilee, which they planned to celebrate on Friday. Now, panic set in. He couldn’t focus on work. The thought of the missing chain haunted him. Already under pressure from his recent transfer to Mysuru as Branch Manager, this felt like a final blow. Their daughter, Mithra, who was pursuing her post-graduation in Dubai, was scheduled to arrive Thursday for the celebration. He debated telling her but soon received a call. “Dad,” Mithra said, her voice filled with concern. “Mom told me about the chain. I’m shocked too, but don’t worry. I’ve shared the address of my friend Suma’s mom, Vasanthy aunty. She lives in Mysuru—wise, practical, and well-connected. Please reach out to her. She’ll guide you.” Ramya wasted no time. She reached Jayalakshmipuram near the old Premier Studio and met Vasanthy. After listening patiently, Vasanthy called her niece, Ranjitha, and requested her to meet Ramya immediately. Within an hour, Ranjitha arrived at Ramya’s house. A sharp-eyed young woman with calm confidence, she examined the cupboard and the shelf—completely empty. “What time did you place the chain there?” Ranjitha asked. “And when did your husband buy it?” “Day before yesterday,” Ramya replied, handing her the bill. Ranjitha glanced at the jeweler’s name. “Ah, one of Mysuru’s most reputed jewelers,” she said. “Did you show the chain to anyone?” Ramya thought hard. “Only my friend Ambujam came over.” Just then, Ramya’s phone rang again. It was Ambujam. “Hey! I’m on my way to return the chain you gave me yesterday to show my daughter. My husband agreed to buy a similar one for her,” she said cheerfully. Moments later, Ambujam arrived—with the chain and a box of sweets. “I took it when you got that call from your mother,” she explained. “You were so distracted.” Suddenly, it all came back to Ramya. Her mother had called from Baroda, tearfully informing her that her father might have a tumor. The emotional weight of that moment had made her completely forget that she’d handed the chain to Ambujam. She hadn’t told Ramesh about her father’s condition yet—she’d wanted to confirm the diagnosis first. Then, as if on cue, her phone rang again. This time it was her mother—with joyful news. The doctors had confirmed it wasn’t a tumor after all, just a treatable infection. Relief flooded Ramya. Her knees nearly gave way as she sat down, smiling through tears. Ranjitha smiled too. “Madam, I’ve solved many cases in under two hours. I had a strong feeling this one would be no different.” She updated her aunt Vasanthy, who called Ramya again. “My niece is an assistant to the world-renowned investigator OO1,” she said proudly. “She’s sharp, observant, and above all, a good human being.” Ramya was amazed. “We’ve heard of OO1 and his international academy! My husband and I would love to meet him someday.” “In fact,” she added thoughtfully, “we’d be honored to invite him to our anniversary function. His presence would mean a lot.” “Right decision,” Ranjitha nodded, smiling warmly as she left. “He values families who honor truth, love, and memory.” K.Ragavan 7-7-25

Good Topic.

My Opinion on the Given Topic (Post the Rithanya Incident) Our Madhyamar group administrator has once again given us a very relevant and thought-provoking topic, especially in light of the recent Rithanya incident. In earlier days, families with daughters often felt it was their duty to marry them off at a young age to fulfill their responsibilities and safeguard their future. Unfortunately, in many cases, this did not lead to a happy or secure life. Dowry demands and domestic harassment became common, and sadly, many women even lost their lives due to such pressures. However, times have changed. With the rise of the IT sector and advancements in education, both men and women now have the opportunity to learn, grow, and build careers. Women, in particular, have become more aware of past societal issues and are now striving to become educated, financially independent, and self-reliant. I wholeheartedly applaud this transformation. At the same time, I believe that while focusing on career and financial stability is important, marriage should not be postponed indefinitely. In my humble opinion, marriage—if desired—should ideally take place before the age of 30. Delaying it too long in search of a higher-earning partner or a more "perfect" match may not always lead to better outcomes. A balanced approach is essential for a secure and fulfilling life. I appreciate the consistent effort by our group administrator to bring up such meaningful and timely topics. This one too is very apt for today’s world. K..Ragavan 6-7-25

Small Story 298.

Small Story 298: “By God's Grace: Venu's Unshakable Conviction” Confidence is essential, but overconfidence is not advisable — this is Venu's strong belief, well known to his circle of friends. After his evening walk, Venu usually sits in the apartment's reception hall between 6:30 and 7:00 PM. There, he meets fellow residents and engages in discussions on various topics. Everyone appreciates Venu’s thoughtful replies and the calm, convincing way he addresses questions. What people admire the most is his humble phrase, "By God’s grace," which he often adds when speaking about future plans or achievements. Despite the diversity of beliefs among residents, many resonate with the sincerity of his words. Venu is a retired officer from RAW, and his clear vision and composed demeanor reflect his experience and inner discipline. According to him, people often doubt whether they can attend an event or complete a task on their own, fearing obstacles. But Venu has a strong conviction: if you sincerely say, “By God’s grace, I will attend,” things will fall into place. He firmly believes that divine grace adds strength to our intentions. Raj and Sam, two of his close friends, completely endorse Venu’s philosophy. They too have experienced how a shift in mindset — from self-doubt to faith-backed confidence — can change outcomes. Happening is Belief. K.Ragavan 6-7-25

Good Group.

To the Administrator, Moderators, and all my dear brothers and sisters of our wonderful Madhyamar Group, It gives me great joy to share my heartfelt impressions of this group, especially as I complete one year of being a part of it—if I am not mistaken. I truly admire the enthusiastic participation, sincere interest, and active involvement shown by all members, particularly during group competitions and activities. It reflects the deep bond and respect everyone shares with our dedicated Administrator and Moderators, whose efforts I deeply appreciate. Over the past year, I have done my best to extend my wishes and endorsements for birthdays, wedding anniversaries, and other important events—whenever I’ve been informed either directly by the concerned person or through our fellow members. If I have ever missed any occasion, please kindly take this message as my heartfelt concern and warm regards for all such events, even if unintentional lapses occur. Wishing each of you a blissful Saturday and continued happiness and harmony within this beautiful group. With warm regards, K.Ragavan 5-7-25

Small Story 297.

Small Story 297 Sweet News After Hanumantharao's 70th Seshan reached the park where his old friend Hanumantharao was already waiting. With a warm smile, Hanumantharao greeted Seshan and handed him a sweet box — a token from his recent 70th birthday celebration held at their hometown deity’s temple in Maddur. Seshan had missed the event, so Hanumantharao brought the sweets especially for him and his family. Both men, retired colleagues from the Telephone Department, had settled in Rajajinagar — a peaceful locality near the city station. Though two years younger, Seshan shared a deep bond with Hanumantharao, and they often met like this to relive old memories. As they chatted, Seshan received a call from his wife, Lalitha. “On your way back, bring some sweets. My good friend Lakshmi is coming over with her son.” “Okay,” said Seshan and soon took leave from Hanumantharao, clutching the sweet box. On the way home, he stopped at a popular sweet shop and picked up some additional sweets. When he arrived, Lakshmi was already there — along with her daughter Shobha and husband Mahesh. After a brief round of introductions, Mahesh expressed their wish to propose Shobha's hand in marriage to Seshan’s son, Vishnu, who worked in Dubai. Seshan was pleased — Shobha seemed like a perfect match for Vishnu. Lalitha had already sent Shobha’s photo to their son, and he had responded with an enthusiastic ‘yes’. After a pleasant conversation, Mahesh’s family took their leave, promising to send the formal proposal and discuss the wedding date soon. Later that evening, Lalitha opened Hanumantharao’s sweet box. Inside were Vishnu’s favorite treats — Badam Cake and Mysorepak. Smiling, she whispered, “Anna Hanumantharao’s 70th birthday… and now our son’s wedding — maybe the sweets brought good luck!” Seshan nodded in agreement. “True,” he said, contentment shining in his eyes. K.Ragavan 5-7-25

Small Story 296.

Small Story 296: Knowledge is an Asset Lakshmanan had recently retired from the college where he had served as a Chemistry professor for thirty-two years. Known for his excellence in teaching, he had mentored countless students who later rose to prominent positions in the pharmaceutical industry—some even became directors of leading pharma companies. His only daughter, Shubha, often proudly told her friends about her father’s students and their achievements. She admired both her father for his dedication and her mother, Aarti, for her kind and supportive nature. One evening around 6 PM, Lakshmanan received a phone call from someone named Ram, who expressed a desire to meet him. Lakshmanan asked him to come at 6:30 PM, since Ram mentioned he lived nearby and was familiar with the house. At exactly 6:30 PM, a well-dressed and graceful gentleman arrived with his wife. Lakshmanan was pleasantly surprised by their charismatic presence. Aarti welcomed them warmly and offered tea and sweets. Ram began, "Professor, I’ve heard so much about you. I’m currently the CEO of a pharmaceutical company, recently moved to Bengaluru from Mumbai. One of our Technical Directors, Santhosh—your former student from fifteen years ago—often speaks highly of you and your teaching." He continued, "I have great admiration for knowledgeable people who truly make a difference in their profession. My wife, Vasanthy, is a Lead Editor for a multinational journal." Vasanthy respectfully folded her hands in greeting to Professor Lakshmanan. They spent over an hour discussing pharmaceutical formulations and innovations. Ram enthusiastically spoke about Santhosh's brilliant contributions and innovations that had significantly benefited the company. He concluded by applauding Lakshmanan: “The credit goes to you, Professor. You are the architect behind his success.” Lakshmanan humbly replied, "I am just a teacher who loves his subject and cares deeply for his students." Before leaving, Ram and Vasanthy warmly invited Lakshmanan and his family to their home. The next day, Lakshmanan was honored by the same pharmaceutical company for his lifelong contributions and the successful careers of his students. Indeed, respect for knowledge is one of the most meaningful forms of honor. K.Ragavan 4-7-25

Small Story 295.

Small Story 295 A Thoughtful Drive on Kanakapura Road Natraj called his friend Raju for a short drive after finishing breakfast, and Raju happily agreed. They met at the popular Adigas restaurant and enjoyed their favorite masala dosas and hot filter coffee. Both worked in the same office and lived nearby in their newly built apartments in the Gubbalala area. After breakfast, Raju asked, “Buddy, where are we going?” “I’m planning a drive for about twenty kilometers along Kanakapura Road,” replied Natraj. “There’s been a lot of development along the way, and since we’ve both had our baths, we can stop at the Guruvayurappan Temple for darshan on our way back.” “Sounds good,” nodded Raju, as he settled into the front seat. Natraj had recently bought a new Seltos, which looked elegant, and Raju admired the car as they began their journey. As they drove along the main road, they were both amazed to see the rapid development — modern buildings, new restaurants, educational institutions, and apartment complexes lined both sides of the road. The traffic, however, was quite heavy all the way to Kanakapura, with many people commuting daily from there to the city. After a scenic and insightful drive, they reached the temple, had a peaceful darshan, and then returned home. Before parting ways, Raju whispered, “I’m happy to see the development — all the eateries, schools, and buildings — but we’re still lagging in infrastructure. The traffic control system needs serious improvement, and we must restrict the construction of too many high-rise buildings.” Natraj nodded in agreement, “Absolutely. Development must go hand-in-hand with proper planning and infrastructure.” K.Ragavan 3-7-25

Small Story 294.

Small Story 294: Grandpa's Blessings Madhavan had been planning to visit his daughter in Hyderabad for the past ten days. Finally, he made the decision and landed at the Hyderabad airport along with his wife, Padma. He called his daughter Amritha from the airport to let her know. Amritha was surprised and overjoyed to receive a call from her parents at the airport. Within an hour, Madhavan and Padma arrived at her home. Her husband, Krishnan, and daughter, Nirupa, warmly welcomed them. Padma handed over a big box of homemade sweets to Nirupa. Madhavan presented her with a beautiful crest and said, "This is a small gift for you, for winning the 15-kilometer marathon race you participated in fifteen days ago, organized by the leading IT company. Winning the first prize among 750 participants is no small feat." He continued, "We wanted to come fifteen days earlier, but we were waiting for my good friend’s arrival from Mumbai and couldn’t make it sooner." Amritha was touched that her father remembered Nirupa's achievement and appreciated her mother's delicious dishes, especially those that her husband Krishnan enjoyed. During their one-week stay, the family visited many places. One of the highlights was their visit to the newly built Ramanuja temple, which left them all thrilled. On the day of departure, Madhavan and Padma hugged Nirupa tightly before heading to their afternoon flight to Chennai. They blessed her for future success in all her endeavors, especially the upcoming Carnatic music competition. Though the trip was delayed, it turned out to be a truly delightful and memorable visit for Madhavan and his family. K.Ragavan 2-7-25

Small Story 293.

Small Story 293: A Memorable Help – Belliappa’s Gift of Hope Belliappa arrived at his old friend Naniah’s house in Ponnampet, Coorg. It had been six long years since the two friends had seen each other—Belliappa had settled in Canada with his son and daughter-in-law. The reunion was warm and nostalgic, as both had shared a friendship spanning over two and a half decades, having served together in the defence services. Naniah, now a widower, lived with his grandson Bhimaiah and worked in a plantation near Mercara. When Belliappa handed him a sweet box, he inquired about Bhimaiah. Naniah smiled and said he had gone to visit a friend in Gonikoppal for the weekend and would return by evening. The two friends went out for lunch at a nearby hotel, enjoying the food and the comfort of familiar company. Back home, as the evening rain began to fall, they settled in to watch an old English film starring Sean Connery, lost in memories and laughter. At 7 p.m., Bhimaiah returned, carrying a bottle of whisky as a gift for his grandfather’s guest. Belliappa chuckled and politely declined—he had given up drinking six years ago. Naniah too had slowly stopped drinking after Belliappa left for Canada. Suddenly, Naniah received a phone call. A friend's son, Vivek, was in need of help. Knowing Belliappa was visiting, Naniah asked Vivek to come the next day to meet him. The next day, Vivek, a 45-year-old former estate worker, arrived. He had lost his job and was hoping to move abroad to earn enough money to care for his ailing parents—both recently diagnosed with early-stage cancer. Belliappa was moved by the man's honesty and dedication. He immediately called his son and daughter-in-law Sophia who worked as an HR manager at a major cargo company in Toronto. After hearing Vivek’s story, Sophia asked him to send over his CV. Two days later, Belliappa left for Mysore and eventually returned to Canada. A few days later, Sophia received Vivek’s CV, and impressed by his experience, offered him a position as a Factory Supervisor. Vivek accepted and moved to Toronto. Four months later, Vivek visited Belliappa and his family, carrying a big box of sweets and fruits. With tears in his eyes, he thanked them all. His job had allowed him to support his parents, who had now fully recovered from cancer. Belliappa was overjoyed, and turned to thank Sophia for her support. Sophia whispered, "I'm just happy I could help save two lives. I only wish I could have done the same for my own parents." Belliappa placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, deeply moved by her empathy and compassion. K.Ragavan 1-7-25

Small Story 292

Small Story 292: A Noble Gesture Beyond Self Padmanaban had come to a firm decision, though his family members were not entirely happy about it. After serving 30 dedicated years in the banking sector and receiving retirement benefits—excluding his pension—he decided to contribute the entire sum of ₹30 lakhs for a noble cause. He chose to support the welfare of senior citizens who are neglected, either directly or indirectly, by their own children. The amount was deposited in a fixed deposit, and the monthly interest earnings would be donated to Sri Andavan’s Senior Citizens Home in Bengaluru, a well-respected and diligently managed institution known for its philanthropic efforts. His wife, Ambujam, fully supported his decision. However, their son and daughter were a little upset. Their concern was genuine—they feared that if both their parents were to fall seriously ill and required hospitalization, they wouldn't have access to any liquid funds, as the entire corpus was locked into a long-term deposit. Padmanaban reassured them, saying, "My pension is nearly one lakh rupees a month. Since our house is owned and we have no rent to pay, we’ll manage by God's grace." His words carried the calm conviction of a man who had lived a simple, honest life, grounded in faith and purpose. He added, “There are many senior citizens in this country surviving with barely ₹10,000 a month. Some are thriving, while others struggle. We have been blessed by God—a spacious home, good health, and more importantly, caring and mature children. I have lived my life with integrity. I know you will never leave us during tough times.” Though his children advised him to reconsider and keep some emergency funds aside, they ultimately respected his values and remained silent. They knew their father—an upright, selfless man—would never act without deep thought and compassion. In a world growing increasingly self-centered, Padmanaban’s act stands out as a quiet reminder: True legacy is not what we accumulate, but what we give back. K.Ragavan 30-6-25

Small Story 291.

Small Story 291 "Respect Through Language: Rani's Bengaluru Journey" After being transferred to the Bengaluru branch from Chennai, bank officer Rani felt a bit unsettled during her initial days. She had left her daughter, Shilpa, in Coimbatore with her parents who were settled there. Her father had retired from ICMR, and her mother, a dedicated teacher, happily took care of Shilpa. Rani’s husband, Ravi, worked in the Forest Department in Ooty. Rani had rented an independent house in Bengaluru, with the intention that her parents and husband could visit and stay comfortably whenever they could. Shilpa, a bright and cheerful student in 5th standard, loved her grandparents and was doing well in studies. One day, Rani’s thoughts were interrupted when her colleague Smitha approached her with a question. Rani answered and then resumed her work. Having completed 15 days in the new branch, she had begun adjusting to the environment, colleagues, and the pace of work. Determined to connect better with the locals, Rani started learning Kannada. She began watching classic Kannada films, especially those featuring Dr. Rajkumar, and slowly picked up the language. Two months later, Rani had become very popular in the bank. She greeted and conversed with everyone in Kannada, earning smiles and appreciation from all. The branch manager, Menaka, praised Rani’s effort and spirit: “You’ve shown real commitment, Rani. Learning the local language is a beautiful gesture of respect.” Rani smiled and whispered, “My mummy is a teacher. She always taught me that we should try to learn every language while never forgetting our mother tongue—Tamil. I really like this city. People are friendly, respectful, and always ready to help.” She added, “Next week, my parents and daughter are visiting. We plan to explore the city and attend the colorful Mango Mela festival.” Menaka nodded appreciatively. “If everyone transferred to a new place made the effort to learn the local language like you, our workplaces would be even more harmonious.” Rani nodded with a smile. “True, ma’am.” K.Ragavan 29 -6-25

Small Story 290.

Small Story 290 "A Memorable Week in Tirunelveli: Waterfalls, Temples, and Friendship" Janaki was eagerly waiting for a call from her friend Ramya, who was to confirm her visit to Tirunelveli and its surrounding areas. Ramya, who had come from Sydney to spend her vacation with her parents in Chennai, wanted to visit her dear friend Janaki. Janaki’s son was settled in the U.S., while Ramya lived with her daughter and husband, Aravind, in Sydney. Janaki and her husband Vishnu had settled down in Vanarapet, a peaceful area in Tirunelveli, after his retirement as General Manager of a leading marketing company. While Janaki was lost in thought, her phone rang—it was Ramya confirming their visit the next day. The following afternoon, Ramya and Aravind arrived with a bag full of delicious sweets and dry fruits. After exchanging warm greetings and reminiscing for a while, they took some rest. That evening, they visited the Nellaiappar Temple and had dinner at a local restaurant in town. The next morning, Ramya shared her travel plans for the week. She wanted to visit Tiruchendur, Alwartirunagari, and Srivaikuntam, and stay in Tenkasi for two days to enjoy the refreshing baths in the famous Courtallam waterfalls. Janaki was thrilled to hear the plan and even happier to spend a whole week with her old friend. The week went by joyfully, filled with sightseeing, temple visits, and reliving old memories. On the day of departure, Ramya thanked Janaki for her warm hospitality, especially the delicious lunches and sweets. With a smile, Janaki said, "This time, you spent more days and visited all the places. Our trips to Alwartirunagari, Tenkasi, and Tiruchendur will remain unforgettable." As they were leaving, Aravind whispered, “I never expected the Courtallam waterfalls in Tenkasi to be so mesmerizing. The sea temple of Tiruchendur and the spiritual depth of Alwartirunagari truly moved me. This has been a memorable vacation.” Indeed, every corner of India holds a unique charm, rich with tradition and culture. K.Ragavan 28-6-25

Small Story 289.

Small Story 289 "One-Month Visit, Three-Year Bond" Ram landed in Dubai and was warmly welcomed by his old friend Nath. Originally planning to spend just one month in the "City of Opportunity" to meet his longtime friends and revisit his old home in Sharjah—where he had spent over 18 years—Ram had no idea that destiny had other plans. Nath, who now lived in a spacious villa in Sharjah with his wife Malini and school-going son Sandeep, invited Ram to stay with them during his visit. As Ram crossed the familiar streets of Sharjah, memories of his professional days as a pharma executive came rushing back—those days of interacting with top-tier doctors of various nationalities, filled with purpose and passion. At Nath's home, he was introduced to Malini, and after a hearty lunch, Ram took a short rest. Later that evening, Sandeep returned from school and happily greeted him. Ram gifted the boy a sweet box and a cricket bat, knowing about his interest in the sport—an act that brought joy to the child. That evening, Nath took Ram to meet their old friends—Raghu, Kishore, and Mohan. They were all thrilled to see Ram after five years. At 63, Ram still carried his charm and was known among his peers for his punctuality, humility, and deep respect for his profession. During their reunion, another guest joined the group—Sanjay, a friend of Kishore and an employee of a multinational pharmaceutical company. After being introduced to Ram, Sanjay said, “I’ve heard a lot about you. In fact, I’ve been looking for you.” Ram, intrigued, asked, “What for?” Sanjay replied, “Our company is looking for a Regional Coordinator with a strong pharma background. Based on my industry contacts, you're the perfect fit.” Ram hesitated, “But I’m 63.” Sanjay smiled. “You may be 63, but you look 55. Age doesn't matter to us as long as the person is capable—and you clearly are. It’s a three-year contract, and after that, it’s entirely your choice whether to continue or return home.” Nath was thrilled at the opportunity presented to his friend. “Ram, this is perfect for you. You’re smart, experienced, and this city knows your value.” Ram thought about his family—his wife Vasanthy and daughter Nandhini. Both of them loved Dubai. Even though Nandhini had settled in the US, she often expressed her desire to visit Dubai frequently. Having completed his one-month visit, Ram returned to India with more than just memories. He shared the news with Vasanthy, who was overjoyed at the unexpected offer. What started as a short visit turned into a new chapter in his professional journey. Sharjah and Dubai had once again opened their arms to him. His one-month stay had turned into a 36-month commitment—a testament to how strong relationships and reputations can bring unexpected rewards. K.Ragavan 27-6-25 L

Tribute to Mr Veeresh.

https://youtu.be/kg6nT7FmzOA?si=1ghbcudSpXJywdkpA Tribute to Mr. Veeresh of Chitraloka The inspiring narration by Mr. Veeresh of Chitraloka about how the company was initiated was truly commendable. Running a channel is no easy task, and he has undoubtedly proven his mettle. His journey in building Chitraloka from the ground up, even without much prior technical knowledge, and elevating it to an international level—winning the Guinness World Record twice—is nothing short of amazing. It was heartening to hear how he sought guidance from stalwarts like the late Dr. Vishnuvardhan and Puneeth Rajkumar. Their advice, combined with his dedication and passion, played a crucial role in shaping the channel's success. Mr. Veeresh’s hard work, friendly nature, and consistent quality content have made him a well-respected figure, not just among audiences, but within the entire Kannada film fraternity. His channel gained widespread recognition, especially for its extensive and sensitive coverage during the kidnap of the legendary Dr. Rajkumar. I have had the privilege of being connected with Mr. Veeresh for over seven years through LinkedIn, and it has been a rewarding association. I sincerely wish him many more years of continued success. May his name continue to be celebrated in the media and film world, especially in Kannada cinema. My heartfelt blessings to Mr. Veeresh and his family for a life filled with good health, happiness, and peace. May Chitraloka keep reaching new heights. K.Ragavan 26-6-25

Small Story 288.

Small Story 288: Honesty That Sparked a New Bond Swamy had recently joined a leading marketing company as Chief Accountant, having accepted the role after serving for 26 years in his previous organization. At 52, Swamy felt fortunate to have secured such a reputable position with excellent benefits, especially after the management at his old firm had changed hands. One morning, Swamy was unexpectedly called to meet the Managing Director. To his surprise, a young woman was seated in the MD's chair. She greeted him warmly and offered him tea. "From today, I’ll be leading the company," she said with a confident smile. "My father is retiring and settling down in Australia with my brother. I’m Vasanthy." "Welcome, Madam," Swamy replied respectfully. "No madam—just Vasanthy," she insisted. "I’ve heard a lot about you. My father says you're one of the most capable accountants in the city." Swamy whispered a humble, “Thank you,” touched by the appreciation. Back in his cabin, he reflected on his journey. A gold medalist in Chartered Accountancy, Swamy had always believed in honesty and hard work. His only son, Arjun, was a successful architect who had chosen to stay in India despite opportunities abroad. That evening, as Swamy stepped out, Vasanthy was waiting. “Where do you stay, Mr. Swamy?” "JP Nagar,” he replied. “I’m headed that way. Let me drop you.” Swamy accepted, and they soon arrived at his independent house. He invited her in for tea. His wife, Pankajam, offered sweets and was pleasantly surprised by the respectful nature of her husband’s young boss. While sipping tea, Vasanthy noticed a photo of a young man. “Who’s that?” she asked. “My son, Arjun—the architect.” Vasanthy paused, her eyes lighting up. Two years ago, she had dropped her wallet in a theater while watching a Rajkumar film. A young man had found it and called the number inside. She had asked him to meet her in the parking lot to return it. He had politely declined her offer to come home, citing urgent work. That man was Arjun. She had been secretly impressed by his modesty and honesty ever since. A few days later, Vasanthy’s parents—her father and mother Padma—visited Swamy’s home with a marriage proposal. Pankajam was thrilled. Vasanthy’s father shared how he had been impressed by Swamy during the interview and later touched by Arjun’s integrity when he returned the wallet without expecting anything in return. Swamy felt proud of his son’s character and values. The wedding was celebrated grandly, uniting two families not just through marriage, but through mutual respect and shared principles. Soon after, Vasanthy’s parents left for Australia, comforted by the knowledge that both their daughter’s future and the company were in responsible hands. K.Ragavan 26-6-25