Small Story 232.

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

From My Friend Ramasubramaniam.

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

Small Story 231.

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

Small Story 230.

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

Tribute 870..

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

Small Story 229.

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

Small Story 228.

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

Small Story 227.

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

Letter Published in New India Abroad USA On 25April 25

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

Tribute 869.

Tribute to Kasturirangan 869 "The demise of former ISRO Chairman Dr. K. Kasturirangan is a profound loss to the scientific community and the nation. A visionary leader and distinguished space scientist, Dr. Kasturirangan played a pivotal role in shaping India’s space programme and taking ISRO to global heights. Under his leadership, several landmark missions were conceptualized and executed, laying the foundation for future advancements. He was not only a brilliant scientist but also an exemplary administrator, known for his humility, integrity, and unwavering commitment to scientific excellence. Admired and respected by colleagues, students, and leaders alike, his legacy will continue to inspire generations to come. His passing is an irreparable loss to the world of science, education, and space exploration. India has lost one of its finest minds and a true son of the soil." K.Ragavan Bengaluru 25-4-25

Sirukathai 226.

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

Small Story 226.

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

Small Story 225.

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

Sirukathai 225

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

A NobleReunoon of PharmaProfessionals Meeting.

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

Unacceptable attack.

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

SmallStory 224.

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

Unforgettable Touching one.

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

Small Story 223.

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

Wheel chair facilities needed.

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

Small Story 222.

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

Tribute 868.

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

Small Srtory 221.

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

Small Story 220.

Small Story 220. "Real Gratitude" Murthy returned from the bank. He was set to retire next week after thirty-two years of service as a bank manager. His wife, Rama, brought him tea and his favorite evening snack—hot pakoras. Their family was small—just the two of them—and they had no children. Their loyal servant, Poongothai, had been working with them for nearly twenty years. She had a daughter, Kanaka, who was currently in college. Poongothai earned a monthly salary of twenty thousand rupees. Out of that, she managed to pay rent, handle household expenses, pay Kanaka’s college fees, and still save five hundred rupees each month. Her husband had been bedridden for seven years, unable to work. Poongothai was an honest, sincere, and hardworking woman in her fifties. Kanaka, too, was a bright and pleasant young girl. As they sat down, Rama said, “Next week, you’ll be retiring. How will you manage your time? You're always so active.” Murthy smiled, “Don’t worry. I have a few plans. I’ll deposit fifty percent of my retirement benefits in a fixed deposit. The interest from that will be used to support deserving people—students, and families struggling to make ends meet. Our pension will take care of our own needs.” “What a lovely idea,” Rama nodded. “I’ve known you for more than thirty-three years now, and I’ve always admired your good heart and desire to help others.” Murthy replied, “I’ve struggled in life and understand the value of money. That’s why I want to help.” Kanaka, who was listening, said, “Uncle, you're such a noble person with a big heart.” Murthy smiled, “No, Kanaka. Whatever little I’ve received from God, I want to share. That’s always been my mother’s principle too—helping others whenever possible.” The next week, Murthy received his retirement benefits. He deposited 50% into a fixed deposit, which yielded a monthly interest of twenty thousand rupees. He decided to use this amount to support students and struggling families. Through a recommendation from his friend Narayan, Murthy came to know about a lady named Ranjitham, who had lost her husband and had no source of income. She met Murthy, and he arranged to give her fifteen thousand rupees every month for three years. She gratefully shared her bank account details and left. Three years later, Murthy was watching TV when Ranjitham arrived at his home, carrying a cheque for one lakh rupees. Murthy was surprised. She explained, “Sir, each month I received ₹15,000 from you. I used to invest ₹5,000 of it in a small savings plan. Over three years, I’ve earned a net profit of two lakhs. I’ve come to give one lakh back to you and your wife, to thank you for your noble help.” Murthy’s eyes filled with tears. “Your gratitude means more to me than money. I helped you because it was the right thing to do. Now, take this money and help others like you. One doesn’t need millions or billions to make a difference. Respecting money and valuing people—that is the real wealth.” Ranjitham also shed tears, deeply moved by his words and kindness. K.Ragavan 19-4-25

Letter.

Letter Publishrd in The National UAE on 18April 25 , Harvard's turn in Trump's crosshairs With reference to Adla Massoud's report Trump threatens Harvard after it defied government demands for overhaul (April 15): This was a thoughtful article on the latest developments at Harvard University that has shocked the global academic community. Harvard's defiance of government pressure has raised serious concerns, particularly among international students who have long considered the US to be a top destination for higher education. The global image and reputation of US universities must not be tarnished through political interference. It is crucial that student safety is prioritised throughout their academic tenure. Educational institutions deserve respect and protection, not threats or political attacks. The integrity of academia should never be compromised for political gain. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 219.

--- Small Story 219 – OOI’s Global Image Denver was cool, and a light rain was falling. After finishing her shopping at the Indian store, Ranjitha walked to her car and opened the door. Suddenly, someone called from behind, “Hey, how are you?” To her pleasant surprise, it was her old friend Vandhana—now a celebrity in their community. They exchanged smiles. “Hey! This is a sudden visit. I’m returning the day after tomorrow,” Ranjitha replied. “I understand. If time permits, please come home,” Vandhana said, handing her a card. Ranjitha returned to her aunt’s house, where she had been staying for ten days. She was there for her son’s wedding and was due to leave soon. That evening, her nephew Srikanth and his new bride Vasanthy came back from shopping. “Hello, Ranjitha! We’ve been eagerly waiting to see you,” said Vasanthy. “What’s the matter?” Ranjitha asked curiously. “I’ve been living in Denver for two decades now. A nephew of mine, studying here, is hesitant to visit India. His course ends in 15 months, and his mother hasn’t seen him in over three years. Could you help?” “I understand the situation,” Ranjitha nodded thoughtfully. “I don’t personally know people in universities, but let me try through my sources for his India visit and safe return.” Ranjitha made a call. “Hey Robert, remember me? I’m OOI Assistant—we worked together on that investigation.” “Nice to hear your voice! What can I do for you?” Robert responded warmly. “A relative of mine, a student here, wants to visit India and come back. His course finishes in 15 months.” “Sure, send me his travel dates. I’ll arrange for his safe journey and return.” Ranjitha immediately sent the details. Within an hour, she received a letter from Immigration permitting the student’s visit to India and return. Vasanthy was astonished by Ranjitha’s influence. Ranjitha smiled modestly. “It’s not just because of me. It’s the image of my Chief—OOI—his global reputation commands respect. I’m just proud to be his assistant.” Vasanthy nodded. “Yes, very true. Chief OOI has a global image. And thanks to your goodwill, this ongoing crisis will vanish.” Ranjitha appreciated Vasanthy’s confidence and warmth. K.Ragavan 18-4-25

Small Story 218.

--- Small Story 218: Magic Number 111 Dwaraka was well-known among his friends for his strong intuition and vivid imagination. Whether it was predicting exam results, marriage proposals, or matchmaking outcomes, everyone trusted his instincts. Professionally, he was a software engineer and, even at the age of 50, carried a charming and positive demeanor. He lived in Bengaluru with his wife Meena and daughter Vasanthy. His aged parents continued to live in Thuraiyur, near Trichy. Vasanthy worked as a psychiatrist, and Meena was well-regarded for her online Vedantic classes, through which she spread meaningful messages to people without expecting any monetary return. She found joy in sharing wisdom for the benefit of others. One evening, Dwaraka returned home from work and was relaxing while watching an IPL T20 match between KKR and PBKS. Meena was busy with her online session, and Vasanthy was at her clinic. It was around 9 PM. In the match, PBKS had been bowled out for just 111 runs—a surprisingly low total for their strong batting lineup. This unusual score caught Dwaraka’s attention. Just then, his close friend Pramod called. “Hey! Did you notice PBKS scored only 111? Isn’t this their lowest in early innings?” Pramod asked. “Yes, you’re right. This is certainly one of their lowest totals,” Dwaraka responded. “You think KKR will chase it down easily?” Pramod asked, curious. Dwaraka smiled. “My intuition says PBKS will win this one. I’ve done my own calculations.” “Are you sure?” Pramod asked, slightly doubtful. “Usually, my predictions don’t fail—only once they’ve gone wrong. Today, I’m confident,” Dwaraka said calmly. They continued watching the match. By the end, to everyone's shock, PBKS emerged victorious. Pramod called again, astonished. “Hey, you’re amazing! A genius with your intuitions. You could actually make a lot of money with this talent!” But Dwaraka simply smiled. “My intuitions are genuine and not meant for profit. It's all God's blessing, my dear friend.” Pramod couldn’t help but admire him even more. K.Ragavan 17-4-25

Small Story 217.

Small Story 217 A Sweet Surprise by Parvathy Ramesh never expected that Rs. 10,000 would come from Aunt Parvathy for his daughter’s marriage. His wife Varsha also hadn’t anticipated such a gesture from Parvathy. Twelve years ago, after her husband's demise, Parvathy had left Ramesh’s house in Madurai and returned to her native Batlagundu, not wanting to be a burden. She had no children and lived alone in her late husband’s old house. She received no pension and had no significant bank balance. Recently, when Ramesh sent her the wedding invitation for his daughter Mridula, Parvathy sent Rs. 10,000 through GPay. Mridula, true to her soft nature, was touched and curious — how could Aunt Parvathy afford this? Every year, Parvathy would visit for just 15 days and never shared how she managed her life alone in Middle Street, Batlagundu. On the day before the wedding, Aunt Parvathy arrived quietly. The next day, the marriage went smoothly. For the evening reception, a large van arrived filled with sweets — boxes labeled "Ramesh Sweets, Batlagundu." Ramesh was stunned — who had sent them? The next day, after the ceremonies were over, Parvathy sat the family down and explained. Her brother Seshu, Ramesh’s father, had been a talented chef and sweet maker. Inspired by him, Parvathy had quietly started a small sweet business in Batlagundu. With modest earnings, she managed her monthly expenses and saved bit by bit — until she had Rs. 1 lakh. With emotion in her voice, Parvathy said, “Your father used his savings to get me married. I wanted to help your daughter Mridula in the same way — it’s my small gesture of gratitude.” Tears welled up in the eyes of Ramesh and Varsha. At 83 years old, Parvathy’s quiet sacrifices and her deep gratitude touched everyone’s hearts. Her sweet surprise wasn’t just in the boxes — it was in the years of love, effort, and remembrance that came with them. K.Ragavan 16-4-25 -

Tribute 867.

Tribute to Actor and TV Artist Bank Janardhan 867 The name Bank Janardhan was a household name in Kannada television and cinema. Known for his unique style, versatility, and powerful screen presence, he carved a niche for himself in the Sandalwood film industry. Sadly, on April 13th, we lost this legendary actor. Bank Janardhan was admired for effortlessly portraying diverse characters—whether in serious roles, comedy, or supporting parts. His contributions alongside various heroes and veteran artists made him a beloved figure in the Kannada entertainment world. He brought a distinct identity and flair to every role he played, making each character memorable in its own right. His work in television serials further established his reach into every Kannada-speaking household, while his performances in films left an indelible mark. His ever-smiling face, humble nature, and dedication to the craft earned him love and respect from fans and colleagues alike. His passing is an irreplaceable loss to the Kannada film industry. Yet, his legacy lives on through the countless characters he brought to life. Among the many films and shows he was a part of, a few remain close to my heart for the brilliance he brought to those roles. May his soul rest in peace. He may be gone, but Bank Janardhan will always live on in our memories and hearts K.Ragavan 15-4-25 -

Small Story 216.

Small Story 216. Education Deserves Respect Revathy was disappointed that her granddaughter Shreya had decided not to come for the vacation this time. Shreya explained to her grandmother that there were a lot of changes in their administration, and even the rules for legal students had become stricter. She was afraid of the consequences if she left without completing another year of her course. Revathy felt sad, but her husband, Ram, agreed with Shreya's decision. "Education is very important and should not be disturbed," he said. "It's the foundation for a secure future." Shreya’s parents lived in Bengaluru, while Ram and Revathy had settled in Tambaram, Chennai after Ram retired from the bank. They had built a beautiful house there. Their only daughter, Nandhini, worked in Bengaluru, and her husband, Satish, was a doctor. Revathy had been eagerly expecting Shreya to visit the following week. She had even prepared Shreya's favorite dishes, but now her excitement had turned into disappointment. Just then, Ram returned from shopping. He shared some news with Revathy: “You know my friend Ramamirtham? His grandson got selected by a university in the US but now hesitates to go. The ongoing deportation issues, illegal migration crackdowns, and the policies of President Trump have made many families worried about sending their children abroad.” Revathy nodded thoughtfully. “Our country is doing its best to safeguard our students, but political will is needed to support them on an international level.” Finally, both Ram and Revathy decided to pray to their deity. They hoped the ongoing crisis would come to an end peacefully, and that the US would regain its reputation for world-class education. "Prayer is the only answer now," they both agreed, folding their hands with hope. K.Ragavan 15-4-25

Tribute 866.

Tribute to Cinematographer Sakthi (Sakthivel) – 866 Today, I’m happy to pen a few words about yet another interesting film personality who has made a mark with his impressive work in the world of advertising films—none other than Sakthi (Sakthivel). Known for his impactful visuals and creative storytelling, Sakthi has carved a niche for himself through a series of high-quality ad films for leading brands and prestigious hotels. I’ve been observing his work for some time now, and I must say I’m truly impressed by his keen eye for detail and the artistic finesse in his cinematography. He is undoubtedly a talented and promising upcoming cinematographer to watch out for. Tamil Nadu has been a nurturing ground for many brilliant technicians in the film industry, especially in the field of cinematography. Incidentally, Sakthi hails from Saidapet, Chennai, if I’m not mistaken. It gives me immense joy to celebrate and acknowledge the journey of such a creative soul. As I have often mentioned in this column, I take great pride in appreciating individuals who excel in their respective fields—and Sakthi is certainly one of them. I'm also pleased to share that he is my friend on the popular social platform Facebook.Few films he has done independently shows his acceptance in the field. Here’s wishing Sakthi a very bright and successful future in the Tamil film industry and beyond. Keep shining! K. Ragavan 14-4-25 Until We Meet Again Next Week, ---

Small Story 215.

Small Story 215 "Ippadium Nadakuma – A Real-Life Twist" It was Tamil New Year’s Day, and the much-anticipated movie Ippadium Nadakuma, an investigative thriller written and directed by Ram, had just released. The film starred the award-winning actor Jai, known for his powerful performances and deep connection with his audience. Wanting to gauge the public’s reaction firsthand, Jai decided to visit Srileka Theater in a simple disguise—wearing a white dhoti and shirt. Blending in with the crowd, no one recognized the superstar amidst the bustling audience. The theater was packed, largely due to Jai’s star power and the buzz around the movie. During the intermission, he listened to the crowd's excited chatter. “The suspense is incredible,” someone said. “Director Ram has handled it beautifully—I still can’t guess what’ll happen next!” another exclaimed. The theater owner, Nagarjun, was observing the crowd when he noticed an elderly man in a dhoti standing alone. “Where’s your ticket, sir?” he asked politely. “I lost it in the crowd,” the man replied. Without hesitation, Nagarjun said, “No problem, sir. Please come upstairs,” and arranged a special seat for him. Unbeknownst to him, the man he helped was none other than Actor Jai himself. The film ended to loud applause. Audience feedback was overwhelmingly positive—85% rated it highly. People praised Jai’s performance, Ram’s direction, Shakthi Vel 's breathtaking cinematography, and the seamless music and editing by Shekar Urs. The next afternoon, Nagarjun received a surprising call—an invitation from Jai’s secretary to visit the actor’s home for tea at 6 PM. At exactly 6 PM, Nagarjun arrived. He was warmly welcomed by the secretary and soon greeted by Jai himself, now dressed in his usual pant and half-shirt. “I’m honored, sir,” Nagarjun said, humbled. “I never expected to meet an award-winning actor in his home!” Jai smiled. “You are welcome, my friend. Your humanitarian gesture yesterday touched me. You respected an old man who’d lost his ticket. That was me.” Nagarjun was stunned. “That was you, sir? I’m speechless!” “I’m equally amazed at how I was treated, even without being recognized,” Jai said with a chuckle. “It was a real-life scene fitting the title—Ippadium Nadakuma—‘Can this really happen?’” After some photos, warm conversation, and a gift of a fine pen, Nagarjun left with immense joy and a heart full of memories. Indeed, life had mirrored cinema—Ippadium Nadakuma. K.Ragavan 14-4-25 ---

Amazing write up in Nagarathar magazine in April 25 issue.

The Kadhai Surabi Versatile Editor’s Andal-Rangamannar Kalyanam was beautifully presented, and the elaboration of the divine wedding was done with great detail and devotion. I have been regularly reading and listening to Kadhai Surabi channel's content as and when it's released. The amazing Versatile Editor, Writer, and Lead Editor has truly proven her mettle—not just in her profession, but also through this channel, which has significantly created awareness among viewers about our rich cultural values. Wishing her all the very best for her future creative endeavors on the channel. I am confident that the number of subscribers will continue to grow steadily. With warm regards, K. Ragavan 13-4-25 ---

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Small Story 214: A Good Gesture Always Helps Muthu had just joined a prestigious export office at Parry's Corner, Chennai. The company specialized in exporting garments to South Asian countries, with manufacturing units based in Tirupur. The owner, Mr. Shankaran Pillai, was a kind-hearted businessman known for helping professionals from all walks of life. Muthu's mother, Maragatham, worked as a cook in Mr. Pillai's house in Anna Nagar. Out of generosity, he had also provided them with a comfortable outhouse to stay in. Muthu's father, Somashekar, was a weaving inspector who had tragically passed away in an accident a few months earlier. He had been a good friend of Shankaran Pillai. Muthu’s education was funded by Mr. Pillai, and after graduation, he offered Muthu a job as an accountant in his company, where Muthu started just the day before. Shankaran Pillai had a daughter, Gayathri, who had lost her ability to speak at a young age. Despite consulting many doctors, her condition remained unchanged. Nevertheless, Gayathri was a brilliant student, earning a gold medal in her M.Com degree. She was also known for her grace and beauty. Mr. Pillai, originally from Tirunelveli, had worked hard to build his business empire and earned immense respect in the industry. Muthu was given a separate cabin in the well-equipped office, reflecting the generous and thoughtful nature of his boss. The workplace had around twenty employees and a comfortable environment. One evening, when Muthu returned home, he found many relatives gathered at the house. His mother informed him that Meenakshi, Mr. Pillai’s wife, had suffered a massive cardiac arrest. She was deeply concerned about Gayathri's future and how she would cope after her demise. With a heavy heart, Meenakshi expressed her wish to see someone trustworthy like Muthu take care of her daughter. She made it clear to Maragatham that she wasn’t pressuring anyone but hoped Muthu might consider marrying Gayathri. When Shankaran Pillai heard this, he was overwhelmed with joy at the thought of such a noble match. To everyone’s astonishment, Muthu readily agreed. He made it clear that his love and commitment were only for Gayathri, not her wealth. A month later, their wedding was celebrated in a grand and heartwarming manner. The guests were astonished by Muthu’s selfless decision. A few months into the marriage, a new doctor named Ramesh examined Gayathri. Through his treatment, she slowly regained her speech. Dr. Ramesh then revealed something incredible — Muthu's father, Somashekar, had helped him during his struggling student days, and this was his way of repaying that kindness. He smiled and said, "You wanted to repay Mr. Pillai, and I wanted to repay your father." Hearing this, Meenakshi was filled with joy and peace. She said, “Maybe my heart attack was destined to bring about all these good things.” Indeed, a good gesture always helps — often in ways one never expects. K.Ragavan 13-4-25

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-Small Story 213. A New Year’s Reunion Radhika was anxiously looking out the gate, wondering if the courier man had arrived. Her brother, Ram, had called from London the day before and mentioned he had sent her a saree for Tamil New Year, which falls on April 14th. Every year without fail, Ram sent a gift to his only sister — a gesture of his deep love and affection. Ram had never married, having lost his dear friend to a health issue in his youth. Now 48, he had a good physique and a charming personality, working with a leading financial group. He visited Radhika and her family in Bengaluru once every two years. That evening, the courier man finally delivered a beautiful saree for Radhika and a box of chocolates for her daughter, Vasanthy. Radhika, five years older than Ram, had looked after him like a son after their parents passed away. Vasanthy returned home from work and was delighted to receive her favorite chocolates from her beloved uncle. She shared a close friendship with Nandhini, a 38-year-old doctor who remained unmarried. Vasanthy had, many times, hinted at her uncle Ram to Nandhini, who always listened quietly without giving much away. The next day, Vasanthy brought some chocolates for Nandhini. As soon as Nandhini tasted them, she remarked, “You won’t get this brand here… must be from Ram.” Vasanthy smiled, “Yes, you're right. But when it comes to Ram, you're not giving me a clear answer.” Nandhini replied thoughtfully, “If Ram has already made up his mind…” “I will make sure he agrees to marry you,” Vasanthy said firmly. “But he’s 48 and I’m 38 — that's a big age gap.” “My grandparents had a 15-year gap,” Vasanthy said. “Times are changing, and it’s up to you now.” Nandhini finally smiled and agreed. The next day, Vasanthy emailed Ram a picture of Nandhini. Ram was stunned. She was the very person he had once loved and lost touch with during his student days. He immediately called Radhika and Vasanthy, full of emotion. With joy and tears, Ram agreed to the match. Vasanthy’s determination wasn’t just about matchmaking. For over a decade, Ram had sent sarees and gifts every New Year, showing his unwavering love and connection to her and her mother. She simply wanted to give him back something meaningful — a chance at love and companionship. K.Ragavan 12-4-25

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An Unpredictable Market https://www.newindiaabroad.com/english/news/an-unpredictable-market my Letter in NewIndiaAbroad US on 11April 25

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Letter Published in The National UAE on 11 April 25 A spectacular week of tariff U-turns The National UAE, Middle East and world breaking news, stories and analysis April 11, 2025 An unpredictable market With reference to Deenal Kamel's report Asian stocks and oil market rout continues as Trump tariffs take effect (April 9): The impact of the Trump administration's tariffs on Asian stocks and the oil market was spectacular to see this week, even as most reciprocal tariffs are now on hold for 90 days. The market rout, driven by the tariffs, is causing significant turmoil not only in Asia but also across global financial markets. The article delves into the concerns that these measures are creating, with particular focus on how the tariffs have led to growing anxiety regarding the economic consequences. Beyond just the Asian markets, other international markets are still grappling with uncertainty, as many countries fear long-term implications of Donald Trump's actions. The tariffs have triggered wide panic, with investors and global leaders expressing deep concerns about future trade relationships, supply chains and overall economic stability. The article emphasises the broader geopolitical ramifications, showing that tariffs influence not just stock markets but also oil prices, and both were showing signs of volatility and a potential slump before the U-turn. The concerns about the future have intensified, as many countries brace for further policy change and their potential impact on global trade and economic conditions. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

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Small Story 212. Room No. 212 Chetan arrived at Room No. 212 in a posh office building housing over 250 office suites. At the reception, he informed the receptionist that he had come to meet Mr. Raghuram. She informed him that Mr. Raghuram was delayed due to some work and would arrive in about fifteen minutes. "Would you like some tea while you wait?" she asked politely. "No, thank you," Chetan whispered, settling quietly onto a plush sofa. The reception hall was beautifully decorated, with a calm ambiance and tasteful interiors. Chetan looked around, taking it all in. He was the only son of Ram and Savitha and had recently secured the highest rank in his MBA exams. Raghuram, a close friend of his father Ram, was a well-known lawyer with strong connections in both political and corporate circles. It was Raghuram who had invited Chetan to visit his office, a sleek and stylish place that looked like something out of a TV series. While Chetan was lost in thought, someone called out, "Excuse me, you left your wallet." A beautiful woman handed him his wallet, which he had unknowingly left on the next seat. "Thank you," Chetan said with a nod. "I'm Kavya. I'm here to meet Mr. Raghuram as well," she said with a gentle smile. Chetan, who had met many women during his college days, found himself unexpectedly drawn to her—her presence and melodious voice left a lasting impression. "I’m also here to meet Raghuram," he replied, trying to keep his composure. Ten minutes later, Raghuram arrived—looking sharp in his professional attire. The receptionist sent Kavya in first, which surprised Chetan. Another ten minutes passed before Chetan was called in. He greeted Raghuram, who invited him to sit opposite. To his surprise, Kavya was still in the room, seated beside Raghuram. "Chetan," Raghuram began, "the moment I received your credentials from your father, I forwarded them to one of my clients, a leading corporate house. Kavya here is their HR Manager." Chetan was stunned. He had assumed she was another visitor, like him. Kavya smiled and said, "Chetan, I reviewed your profile and was quite impressed. You are selected for the role of Personnel Officer. We’ll send your appointment details via email, followed by a formal letter by courier." Chetan could barely believe what he was hearing. Kavya continued, "We usually assess both credentials and character before selection. Raghuram is our legal advisor, and his recommendations hold great value for us." Raghuram added, "I’ve known your father for over two decades. He's a man of integrity and never asks for favors. I invited you today on my own accord because of the respect I have for him." "Thank you, sir. Thank you, Madam Kavya," Chetan said with heartfelt gratitude. "You deserve this position," Kavya said warmly. Chetan left Room No. 212 with a beaming smile and a heart full of hope. K.Ragavan 11-4-25

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Small Story 211. Bonding Revealed in Crisis" Normally, Vishnu would wake up once in the night to use the restroom. But one night, Shobhana noticed him trying to get up and failing. Concerned, she turned on the light and saw him sitting, feeling dizzy and experiencing a sensation of vomiting. Panicking, Shobhana immediately called her daughter for help. Kotha arrived quickly and called the family physician, securing an appointment for the next day. The following morning, Kotha took her father to the doctor. He greeted them with his usual smile, examined Vishnu, and confirmed that he had a vertigo problem. Following the doctor's advice, Kotha admitted her father for observation in the hospital for one to one and a half days. Upon hearing the news, Vishnu’s other daughter, Yamuna, rushed to the hospital. The youngest daughter, Sindu, called from her location to check on the ongoing situation. That night, Vishnu's twin grandsons, Ram and Bharath,visited him in the hospital. By the next afternoon, Vishnu showed improvement, and the doctor discharged him, advising rest and some follow-up procedures, including consultation with an ENT specialist. Once home, Vishnu prayed with his family deity and took rest. The following day, he was 80% better, speaking normally and resuming his routine. In the evening, Vishnu called all his family members to thank them for their care during the crisis and for ensuring he received the right treatment. He acknowledged his good fortune, saying, "I am truly blessed with such strong family bonding—my children, wife, and especially my grandchildren. I am also thankful to the doctors for their care during this time." Vishnu reflected, "In times of crisis, you truly understand the strength of your bonds with others. I am grateful and blessed." KRagavan 10-4-25

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Small Story 210 : A Chance Encounter on the Bus Sharmila walked through the grand gate of her friend's house to visit Roshini, who had come on holiday from Bengaluru. The two women, childhood friends from Trichy’s Thilkainagar area, shared a special bond. Roshini had moved to Bengaluru after her marriage, as her husband worked there in a software company. Meanwhile, Sharmila had settled in Srirangam with her parents and was still unmarried. As soon as Sharmila stepped inside the house, Roshini, who had been waiting, greeted her warmly from the entrance. Roshini’s father, a retired judge, was home, and her mother, Shyamala, offered Sharmila sweets and snacks. “How are you and your parents, Roshini’s mother asked. “All are fine, aunty. Yesterday, I got a call from Roshini that she was coming for the holiday, so I’ve come to visit her today since my office is closed,” Sharmila replied. Roshini, with a playful smile, whispered, “I hope I can expect your wedding invitation this year.” Sharmila looked at her friend, a bit surprised. “I don’t know, Roshini…” “Why? Are you not interested in marriage?” Shyamala asked kindly. “It’s not like that, aunty. I just believe the right time and person will come along,” Sharmila responded modestly. After the conversation, Roshini led Sharmila to her room, where the two reminisced about their old days spent at Main Guard Gate and Srirangam. Amid their laughter, Roshini suddenly asked, “Did you meet Suresh recently?” Sharmila paused and shook her head. “No, Roshini. The last time I saw him was when he came to my office for a discussion with my boss.” Roshini knew Sharmila had admired Suresh, a banker whom she had met on two occasions when he visited her office for audit verifications. She liked his simplicity and respect for others, but Sharmila had never shared her feelings with him. It had been over two years since they last met, and Roshini’s question brought back old memories. After spending some time together, Sharmila decided to head back to her house. On the bus ride to Srirangam, she noticed Suresh sitting in the front seat with a woman beside him. Sharmila was taken aback. Suresh smiled when he saw her and greeted her. “Sharmila, this is my wife.” He introduced the woman sitting next to him. “Her name is Nethravathi.” Nethravathi, smiling, greeted Sharmila warmly. “I’ve heard so much about you from my husband. He always speaks highly of your kindness and simplicity.” Suresh continued, “Nethravathi is my cousin. She lost her eyesight in her younger days. I married her, hoping that one day, her vision would return. We’ve been seeing several doctors, and today we visited one in Thilai Nagar who gave us hope.” Sharmila looked at Nethravathi with empathy. “I’m sure your eyes will heal soon. I wish you the best.” Nethravathi whispered, “Thank you, Sharmila. I’m hopeful too.” As the bus journey continued, Sharmila felt a strange sense of closure. Her long-held feelings for Suresh no longer seemed as important in light of his love and devotion to Nethravathi. It felt like an old chapter of her life had gently come to an end, leaving her with a sense of peace. Later, Shyamala, hearing the news of Nethravathi’s journey, felt a deep sense of happiness. One of the problems that had troubled her family for so long was now moving toward a solution. K.Ragavan 9-4-25

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Small Story 209 "A Heartfelt Encounter: The Impact of Small Acts" Shalini had decided to walk to her favorite restaurant for breakfast, a small distance from her flat, enjoying the peaceful holiday morning. After settling into the bustling media world of Dubai, she was still adjusting to the fast-paced environment and the warm hospitality of the Arab nationals. While waiting to place her order, someone suddenly called out her name. "Madam, do you remember me?" the senior person greeted. Shalini paused for a moment, struggling to recall the face. "I'm afraid I don't," she admitted. The man continued, "Two years ago, you conducted a survey on the status and living conditions of senior citizens for your media company in our area, Tambaram. I was the one who told you about the struggles of non-pensioners, how they find it hard to make ends meet, and how the government should do more to support them." Shalini's eyes lit up. "Now I remember! You're Mr. Sadagopan from Tambaram. You wanted senior citizens to be respected and their well-being ensured." "Yes," Sadagopan smiled warmly. "I’ve joined here for a better position at a leading media company, and I’m very grateful. After your recommendations, an NGO with a philanthropic mission reached out to me. They helped verify a list of a hundred senior citizens you had mentioned, and they’ve been supporting us with Rs. 5,000 every month for the last 22 months." Shalini was taken aback. "That's incredible, sir!" "It is," Sadagopan said, his eyes welling up. "I also wanted to share with you that my daughter got a job here in a bank just 15 days ago. I’ve been wanting to thank you for the impact your words had. You truly made a difference in our lives." Shalini quickly replied, "Don't thank me, sir. You gave the voice to those in need. I just shared your appeal. But it's heartwarming to hear that the efforts we made had such an impact." After a few more minutes of conversation, Sadagopan invited Shalini to visit his daughter’s house, a kind gesture she happily accepted. As they parted ways, Shalini walked away with a smile, grateful for the realization of how far her work had reached and the positive changes it had brought to someone's life. K.Ragavan 8-4-25

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Small Story 208"Professionalism Should Be Remembered" Shalini landed at Dubai International Airport, where she was greeted by Ali, the personal staff member of a renowned media and advertisement company. She had recently been offered the position of Regional Coordinator by the company after impressing Atkinson, the Managing Director of Dubai Creative World, with her work during her time in Bengaluru at a leading creative company. After a brief rest at her hotel, the Sheraton—famous for its top-tier service—Shalini was escorted to the office, located in the expansive Media City. She was warmly welcomed by receptionist Mala, who offered her tea, biscuits, and nuts. Shalini was then led to Atkinson's office, which had an international flair, complete with time zone clocks for various locations around the world. "Welcome to Dubai Creative World, Shalini! How was your journey?" Atkinson asked with a friendly smile. "It was fine, Mr. Atkinson," Shalini responded, feeling a sense of excitement. After being introduced to the team, Atkinson handed her the official appointment letter for the position of Regional Coordinator. The terms and conditions of the offer left Shalini thrilled, especially knowing she would be staying in the luxurious Sheraton Hotel for the next ten days for training. Upon completion of her training, she would be provided with a flat to stay in. Shalini reflected on how much she owed to her previous company, where her presentations and knowledge had earned her a great reputation. She also remembered her boss, Ram, who had given her the proper training and guidance, and how his mentorship had helped her reach this point. Later that day, Shalini called her mother, Pratima, to share the good news about her package. "All of this is because of your previous company and your boss Ram, you should never forget that," Pratima reminded her. "I know, mummy," Shalini said, nodding. "For my success today, Ram is responsible." K.Ragavan 7-4-25all story e08

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**Tribute to Cinematographer Satya Hegde** Today, I am delighted to pen a tribute to an exceptionally talented cinematographer from the Kannada film industry — Satya Hegde. A man whose work has beautifully captured both the grandeur and subtle beauty of Indian cinema. Satya Hegde’s journey into cinematography was fueled by his deep passion for the craft. He pursued a diploma in Cinematography from Jayachamarajendra Polytechnic in Bengaluru, which laid the foundation for his successful career. His early work began under the guidance of the renowned B.C. Gourishankar. Through this mentorship, Hegde honed his craft and grew into a versatile cinematographer, capable of capturing the intricacies of intimate moments as well as the grandiosity of large-scale scenes. Throughout his career, Satya Hegde has collaborated with other celebrated cinematographers such as H.S. Venu, Das, and Rajan. These collaborations enriched his understanding of the craft and gave him a unique perspective that would shine in his later works. With more than a dozen films to his credit, Satya Hegde has demonstrated his mastery of lighting, composition, and camera work in a range of projects. One film that particularly stands out is *Myna* (Kannada), a recent release where Satya Hegde’s brilliance in cinematography is unmistakable. The stunning visuals — from the indoor shots to the breathtaking outdoor scenes, including the waterfalls and Castle Rock Station — showcase his immense talent. The film itself was a visual treat, and I believe it wouldn’t have been as captivating without Hegde’s exceptional eye for detail. His contribution to enhancing the narrative with his visuals, paired with the lovely editing and direction by Naga Shekar, made *Myna* a truly beautiful cinematic experience. Despite receiving accolades for his best work in a few notable Kannada films, Satya Hegde has also worked with popular directors and actors, consistently proving his mettle. Apart from *Myna*, I have enjoyed his work in *Duniya*, *Sparsha*, *Manasaare*, and several other films. Today, as regional films embrace the art of cinematography more than ever, Satya Hegde’s work continues to inspire countless young filmmakers and cinematographers. It’s heartening to see the growing interest among youth in pursuing cinematography — a field that demands both technical skill and an artistic eye. Regional cinema, including Kannada films, now boasts cinematography that rivals international standards, and Satya Hegde’s work stands as a testament to that progress. Cinematography is an art form that demands an innate sense of storytelling and technical mastery. In this column, I have always celebrated the talents of individuals across various languages. Today, I proudly salute Satya Hegde — a talented cinematographer who continues to shape the visual storytelling of Kannada cinema with his exceptional work. K. Ragavan 7-4-25 Until We Meet Again Next Week,

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Small Story 207. A Bond Beyond Time" Ram had always cherished his morning walks, but today was different. As he merged with his group at the VLS Hotel corner in JPNagar, he felt an unusual sense of warmth. It wasn’t just any group—this was a bond that had spanned two decades, with members aged 65 to 80, all retired and sharing stories of politics, civic sense, and life. For Ram, the group had become family over the past five years, since he moved to the area. The group gathered every morning from 7 AM to 8 AM, and their discussions ranged from light-hearted gossip to serious debates, always maintaining a sense of mutual respect. If one member didn't show up, the others would immediately check on them. Their camaraderie was unmatched, and they made sure no one was left behind, even in times of illness. The older members were especially cherished for their wisdom and experience, and their stories were filled with insight, making every meeting a learning experience for Ram. This particular morning, Ram had a surprise in store. As he opened his bag, he handed out sweet peda to everyone and asked them to guess the occasion. When no one could, he whispered, "Today, I complete Five years with this wonderful group." A wave of applause followed, and everyone appreciated Ram's thoughtful gesture. He spoke about why he was so drawn to the group. "It's the respect you show to elders and the willingness to help each other without any hesitation," he said. "One hour spent here is never wasted; it’s full of learning, kindness, and respect." After the meeting, Ram returned home to a warm greeting from his young grandson, who playfully said, "Today your day started off great, right?" Ram smiled and murmured, "True," feeling content and grateful for the bonds that had enriched his life. K.Ragavan 6-4-25

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Small Story 206. The Myanmar Mystery Gopal was deeply worried about his son Ram's whereabouts. Ram had left India twenty days ago for official work in Myanmar. A week prior, Gopal had seen reports of a great disaster in Myanmar, which made him even more restless. His wife, Vedavalli, shared his unease, and they both skipped a meal, unable to focus on anything else. No one had anticipated such a natural disaster, and to make matters worse, Ram’s phone had been switched off for days. Gopal had no contacts in Myanmar, as Ram worked for RAW, and no one would give him accurate news. But at 5 P.M. one evening, Gopal's phone rang. It was Ram. "Hello, Dad, I’m safe. I never went to Myanmar. My mission was in Mumbai, and I didn’t want to disclose it earlier. My work is completed now, and I’m in Mumbai. Yesterday, I accidentally bumped into my college mate, Vasanthy, who works at a leading advertising agency. She insisted I stay one more day. I’ll be flying to Bengaluru tomorrow, as today is Sunday." Gopal and Vedavalli felt immense relief and happiness after hearing their son's voice. They thanked RAW for ensuring his safety and confidentiality. Ram, on the other hand, was glad that his mission had been completed smoothly. He hadn’t expected to meet Vasanthy again. She was an old college friend and, unbeknownst to him, someone he had once had a crush on. Vasanthy, too, was overjoyed to reconnect with Ram. She had lost touch with him after her father was transferred, and in an unfortunate twist, had accidentally deleted his number. Meanwhile, Ram had been transferred to Bengaluru. Their reunion meeting was nothing short of special. Vasanthy’s father, Mohan, was so pleased to see them together that he immediately proposed Ram as his son-in-law. Vasanthy’s mother, too, was delighted by the reunion, as she had worked with Vedavalli in the bank. The next day, Ram arrived in Bengaluru with sweets prepared by Vasanthy’s mother to meet his parents and present the marriage proposal. The natural disaster in Myanmar, which had caused so much anxiety, left Ram and his family praying for the victims' recovery. They also felt thankful for Ram’s safe return and his future with Vasanthy. Two months later, Ram and Vasanthy’s wedding was celebrated grandly in Bengaluru, with Vasanthy’s cousins helping to organize it in the beautiful garden city. The wedding was also celebrated in Mohan's native town, marking a joyous occasion for both families. K.Ragavan 5-4-25

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Small Story 205. Vedanth's Great Gesture After returning from the bank, Swamy called his wife Malathy. "I have good news for you. I met Nandhini, who got transferred from Tirunelveli." "Oh, good news! Did she talk to you?" asked Malathy. "Yes, she enquired about you. She will be visiting our house on Sunday," Swamy replied. After having his breakfast, Swamy sat down in his chair. His thoughts drifted back eight years to when he was working in Chennai for the Intelligence Bureau. His close friend, Vedanth, and his family were living in his apartment at Royapettah. Vedanth worked as a manager at a leading IT company, and his family consisted of his wife, Aarthi, and their only daughter, Nandhini, who was studying in the final year of her MBA. Swamy and Malathy didn't have children, so they often spent time with Vedanth's family. They admired Nandhini’s knowledge and behavior. One day, Vedanth called Swamy and invited him on a trip to Tirunelveli, Alwar Tirunagari, and other places. Swamy, who was about to retire soon and was expecting some important dignitaries from abroad, couldn’t join the trip. He wished Vedanth and his family a happy journey. After three days, Swamy received the shocking news that Vedanth and Aarthi had been involved in a tragic accident and had died, but Nandhini was in critical condition. With the help of his friend, Swamy managed to bring their bodies back and got Nandhini treated. After a month, Nandhini had fully recovered and had even secured a good rank in her final-year exams. Vedanth had owned a house in Tirunelveli, and Nandhini wanted to go there to stay in remembrance of her parents. She hoped to be selected for a job at the bank in Tirunelveli. Her wish came true as she was selected by a leading bank and posted close to her family home. For the past five years, Swamy and Malathy had visited Nandhini every year, but due to their pilgrimage journeys, they hadn’t been able to visit her recently. They kept in touch by calling weekly and sending their best wishes on various occasions. Today, Swamy was delighted when he saw Nandhini at the bank, now working as a manager. After reminiscing about the past, Swamy and Malathy invited her over for lunch on Sunday. Nandhini brought along two of her favorite sweets, Jangrey and Mysore Pak, and they shared a beautiful meal together. After a while, Nandhini gave Swamy and Malathy wonderful news: “Before my dad passed away, he made me promise that once I settled down, I would go and stay with you both, to take care of you until your last breath. He said that you two are now my parents.” Swamy, moved by her words, whispered, “Vedanth, you had great love and affection for me, and you asked Nandhini to be our daughter, which we had been longing for.” The very next day, Nandhini moved into their home, becoming the daughter Swamy and Malathy had always wished for. K.Ragavan 4-4-25

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Small Story 204. Expectation is Dangerous Ramaswamy never expected that his son, Sivaram, would be promoted to the position of Manager at his office with only seven years of experience. Sivaram had been working as a Senior Assistant at a leading pharmaceutical company's distribution house based in Chennai. Ramaswamy worked as an auditor at an audit firm, while his wife, Parvathy, was a school teacher. They lived in the posh area of Annanagar, near the Thirumangalam metro station—a happy family who believed in respecting others and upholding values. One evening, Sivaram returned home from the office, carrying large boxes of sweets. His father loved halwa, his mother adored badhusha, and Sivaram's favorite was sonpapdi. After presenting the sweets, Sivaram received his parents' blessings. Parvathy, ever the practical one, suggested that Sivaram should marry this year without further delay since the promotion he had been hoping for had finally come through. In Sivaram's company, many of his seniors had more academic credentials, but Sivaram had an M.Com and an exceptional knowledge base. Ramaswamy was proud of his son's promotion, considering the tough competition in the office. Shankaran, the Managing Director of Sivaram's company, was a strict and disciplined person, making Sivaram's promotion at the age of 28 all the more impressive. Just as Ramaswamy was enjoying the moment, he received a call from his friend Venu. "Hey, I heard the news! Sivaram got promoted with an excellent package!" Venu exclaimed. "Yes," Ramaswamy nodded, "we are all very happy. How are you and your family?" "We're doing fine," Venu replied. "We were thinking of coming over to your house this evening for my daughter's marriage proposal to Sivaram." Ramaswamy was taken aback. "You're welcome, my friend, but Sivaram is already engaged. We've already fixed his marriage with a girl." Venu was shocked. "Oh, I'm unlucky," he sighed, ending the call. Parvathy, overhearing the conversation, looked at Ramaswamy with a knowing expression. "Do you remember a few months ago when you asked Venu’s wife for her daughter’s hand? They were looking for a groom with a high profession. I don't want to deal with people who set such expectations," he said thoughtfully. Ramaswamy smiled and nodded. "Sivaram will find a better bride, just like he never expected this promotion. People should judge a person's knowledge and capacity, not just their position. If you have the capacity, the position will come automatically." Sivaram, who had overheard the conversation, murmured to himself, "Dad is right." K.Ragavan 3-4-25