Small Story 293.

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

Small Story 292

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

Small Story 291.

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

Small Story 290.

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

Small Story 289.

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

Tribute to Mr Veeresh.

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

Small Story 288.

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

Small Story 287.

Small Story 287 Priceless Periyakulam Krishna was happy as he got ready for his visit to Periyakulam after five years. It was his uncle’s native place. His Uncle Ram, who had retired from the US, had returned a month ago and settled in their ancestral house in Periyakulam. Uncle Ram and Aunt Ambujam had invited Krishna and his wife Shubha to stay with them for a few days. Krishna, a busy physician with a thriving clinic in Bengaluru, had been caught up with work. Shubha, his wife, worked as a professor at a college. They had been married for five years and had a three-year-old daughter named Aarti. On Thursday, Krishna and his family arrived in Periyakulam by car from Bengaluru. Uncle Ram and Aunt Ambujam were delighted to see them after so many years. After a hearty lunch, everyone settled down, reminiscing fond memories. Krishna gifted his uncle a Titan watch—his favorite—and little Aarti handed over a beautiful silk saree and a box full of homemade sweets to her aunt. That evening, they all went to a nearby temple. On their way back, someone called out to Krishna. When he turned, he saw his old college friend and fellow medical student, Sudhakar, standing there. Sudhakar introduced himself to Uncle Ram and Aunt Ambujam, saying, “My father, Dr. Sripadha Rao, was once a well-known practitioner here in Periyakulam. I’m based in Sydney now, but every two years I visit to relive my memories of studying here and enjoying the beautiful climate and peaceful Agrahara.” Ram and Ambujam nodded in agreement. Ram added, “That’s exactly why I chose to return to Periyakulam after spending twenty-seven years in the US. My daughter’s family is settled there, but this is where my heart is.” Sudhakar was invited for lunch the next day, and he gladly accepted. He was staying at a hotel named Wellbeing, and planned to leave for Udupi the next evening to visit relatives. The next day’s lunch was delightful. Everyone enjoyed the reunion. Sudhakar left with heartfelt joy after meeting Krishna and his uncle’s family. Three days later, Krishna’s family also left. While crossing Batlagundu on their return journey, Shubha smiled and said, “No doubt, Periyakulam is a beautiful place—with its calmness and lovely climate.” Krishna whispered in agreement, “True… Priceless Periyakulam.” K.Ragavan 25-6-25

Small Story 286.

Small Story 286: The Retirement Miracleof Chinya Seshan had retired from his role as Headmaster of an elementary school in Mysore just a few weeks ago. He moved back to his ancestral home in the quiet town of Chinya near Nagamangala, along with his wife, Ramya. Though they had no children of their own, Seshan and Ramya shared deep affection for every child they came across. Their ancestral home provided them a simple but sufficient shelter. Seshan did not receive a pension, but the school authorities had settled his dues with a lump sum of ₹5,00,000, which he had invested in a Post Office savings scheme. The monthly interest helped them meet basic expenses. To supplement their income, Seshan began offering tuitions, and Ramya taught Carnatic music. Life was modest, yet peaceful. Despite the limited income, the couple was content in their humble surroundings. One morning, while on his usual walk, a car pulled up beside Seshan. "Sir, are you Headmaster Seshan?" asked a young man who stepped out. Seshan paused, puzzled—he didn’t recognize the man. The young man smiled and said, “Sir, I was your student till the 8th standard. After that, my father was transferred to Bengaluru, and we moved. Now, I work as an engineer with an oil company in Dubai. I’m in India on a short visit and came to see the Melkote temple and Acharyan Ramanuja. As I was passing by, I saw you walking and couldn’t miss the chance to offer my respects.” Seshan was touched by the man’s sincerity and invited him and his driver home. Ramya served them tea and biscuits. After some time, the young man, whose name was Ram, spoke again. “Sir, I need your help. A friend of mine is planning to start a school in a rural area like this one. The idea is to provide free education up to the 8th standard. All necessary approvals have been obtained. I’ve been asked to select a suitable place and someone capable to lead it.” He continued, “After visiting Acharyan Ramanuja, I happened to meet my acharyan—you. I can’t think of anyone better than you to guide this school.” Seshan was stunned—never in his dreams had he expected such an opportunity after retirement. Ram gave his contact details before leaving. He also handed over a small bag containing fruits and almonds, requesting Seshan’s blessings. Later, Seshan and Ramya sat quietly, thinking about what had just happened. Ramya smiled and said, “No wonder this happened. When Sri Ramanuja himself lives nearby, miracles like these are bound to happen.” K.Ragavan 24-6-25

Small Story 285.

Small Story 285: When Welfare is Respected Radhika took the metro train to reach her office at the Jayanagar stop. She works as an Administrative Manager at a private pharmaceutical distribution firm, which handles the distribution for leading pharma companies across the entire Karnataka state. With 50 employees under her supervision, Radhika plays a crucial role in the organization. Despite being provided with a car, Radhika prefers the metro, as it saves time and helps her avoid the heavy traffic. She stays in Judicial Layout and commutes from the Silk Institute metro station to the office. Her daughter, Shobha, is married and living in Singapore with her husband, Ram, who holds a senior position at Google. Radhika reached her office at 9:30 a.m. As she walked into her cabin, a few staff members were waiting for her. They handed her a memorandum requesting a salary increase, citing the rising cost of living. Radhika accepted the memorandum and assured them she would speak to the management. After lunch, Radhika knocked on the Managing Director’s door. Mr. Vittal, the MD, welcomed her warmly. She explained the staff’s request and presented the memorandum. Mr. Vittal smiled and said, “You are the best judge of our financials—how much profit we make and what raise is feasible.” Using her expertise as a gold medalist in Cost Accounting, Radhika proposed a uniform salary hike of ₹275 for all employees, stating that the company would still retain a reasonable profit margin. This increment would also help cover the annual staff bonuses. Impressed by her clarity and calculation, Mr. Vittal immediately approved the proposal and signed the document. He applauded her ability to balance both the employees’ welfare and the company’s interests. As a token of appreciation, he offered her a bonus of ₹1,000. Radhika humbly declined the full amount and agreed to ₹750, considering her senior position. The next day, she posted the announcement on the office noticeboard. The staff was overjoyed and deeply appreciated the management’s thoughtful decision. Radhika, too, felt a sense of satisfaction seeing their happiness. Her quiet wisdom shone through—when mutual respect exists between staff and management, problems rarely arise. She truly understands the secret: a good leader is both an expert and an empath. K.Ragavan 22-6-25

Tribute 878.

Tribute to Versatile Actor.V.Jayaprakash 878 Today, I remembered an interesting and inspiring film personality—V. Jayaprakash—who began his career as a film producer and later evolved into a versatile and impactful actor. He carved a unique identity for himself in the Indian film industry with a wide range of performances across various languages. Initially known for producing a few meaningful films, Jayaprakash transitioned into acting and quickly established himself with his natural screen presence and strong character portrayals. I fondly recall watching his memorable performances in films like Mayakkannadi, Pasanga, Naan Mahaan Alla, Nadodigal, and Yuddham Sei. Each role—whether an administrator, a stern father, or a businessman—was brought to life with remarkable depth and authenticity. His contributions to cinema are not just limited to one language or genre; he has left a mark across Tamil, Telugu, and other South Indian industries as well. What makes his journey even more inspiring is his origin—hailing from the culturally rich Tanjore (Thanjavur) district, a region that has given birth to many distinguished actors and technicians in Indian cinema. Today, I am truly happy to pay tribute to this talented and dedicated artist. V. Jayaprakash is a shining example of how passion and perseverance can redefine one’s path and leave a lasting legacy. K.Ragavan 23-6-25

GoodMovie.

Today, I watched the movie Janumada Jodi on YouTube and truly admired it. Even though it was made nearly three decades ago, this film still feels fresh, relevant, and meaningful. Directed by the acclaimed and award-winning filmmaker T. S. Nagabharana, Janumada Jodi stands out as a timeless classic in Kannada cinema. The crisp and thought-provoking dialogues by Baraguru Ramachandrappa, coupled with the soulful and lilting music by V. Manohar, bring depth and emotion to the film. The picturesque locations and masterful cinematography by the legendary Gowrishankar elevate the storytelling to a visual treat. Performances by Dr. Shivarajkumar, Shilpa, Pavithra Lokesh, Mukyamantri Chandru, Rajeev, and the rest of the ensemble cast are heartfelt and impactful. Kanaka's powerful dialogue still resonates deeply and adds to the film's emotional weight. Even after all these years, Janumada Jodi continues to convey strong moral values and delivers a socially relevant message, making it not just a love story, but a film with substance. Kudos to the visionary duo — Director T. S. Nagabharana and Writer Baraguru Ramachandrappa — along with Music Director V. Manohar, Cinematographer Gowrishankar, and the entire technical team for crafting such a memorable and meaningful cinematic experience. K.Ragavan 22-6-25

Small Story 284.

Small Story 284: Delhi Badhusha Vishal heard the good news from his mother, Nandhini — her elder brother, Ram, was coming to Bengaluru from Delhi after five long years, along with his wife, Vasanthy. Ram, 57, works in the Intelligence Bureau and is a thoughtful, composed man. His only daughter is settled in the U.S. Vasanthy, 53, is equally mature and kind, making them a well-matched couple. Nandhini and her husband, Shubhas, were thrilled to see Ram again. Vishal, in his final year of engineering, was especially excited — his beloved “Badhusha Uncle” was finally visiting! The nickname came from Ram's love for Indian sweets, especially Badhusha. On the expected day, Ram and Vasanthy landed in Bengaluru in the evening and arrived at Nandhini’s independent house in Banashankari. Seeing her brother and sister-in-law after so long, Nandhini was overjoyed. She welcomed them warmly with her special homemade Badam Cake. The family sat together reminiscing about old memories. As they waited for Shubhas to return from work, Ram and Vasanthy shared updates about life in Delhi. Later, over dinner, Ram and Shubhas spoke about the rapid development of Bengaluru — the traffic, new infrastructure, and how the city had changed. Ram acknowledged that while progress was evident, more attention was still needed from the authorities. Shubhas agreed. That night, after a delicious dinner, they all watched an old Rajkumar Kannada movie and retired with smiles on their faces. Over the next ten days, Ram and Vasanthy enjoyed visiting many beautiful places, including Udupi, Mysore, and Shimoga. Vishal was delighted to receive a new phone as a gift from his favorite uncle. Every moment spent with Ram was joyful — full of stories, laughter, and warmth. For Vishal, Ram was not just a beloved uncle but a symbol of love and kindness — and of course, a lover of sweets. That’s why the name “Delhi Badhusha” suited him perfectly. K.Ragavan 22-6-25

Small Story 283

Small Story 283. The Lucky Prince Seenu received a call from his friend Venu. Both had recently retired from the Indian Air Force and settled in Tambaram. "Hey Seenu, how are you? Why don’t you come over this evening with your wife for tea?" "Okay," Seenu replied, and informed his wife, Lalitha, to get ready. Venu lived just a kilometer away. Both friends had built nice homes and had one son each, working in the same company in Dubai—just like their fathers once did. At 5 PM, Seenu and Lalitha reached Venu's house. They were warmly welcomed by Venu and his wife, Seetha. The tea and snacks prepared by Seetha were delicious. After a while, Venu spoke up, “Do you know why I invited you today? I have some good news!” “What is it?” Seenu asked with curiosity. “My son is sending us a new friend. His friend is bringing him over—he should be here any moment.” Seenu was surprised. “A new friend? What kind of friend?” “Wait and see,” Venu smiled. About half an hour later, Venu’s son’s friend arrived, carrying a small basket. Everyone gathered around as he opened it, revealing an adorable 50-day-old puppy. “My son sent him and asked me to take care of him,” Venu said with joy. “You know how fond I am of pets.” Seenu hadn’t expected this kind of friend. While he appreciated animals, he knew he wouldn’t be able to care for one himself. Still, he applauded Venu’s enthusiasm. Over tea, the young man explained, “This is a very good breed—rare, well-behaved, and with limited growth. He's also very obedient. A British man in Dubai gifted this dog, Prince, to Venu’s son before he returned to the UK.” After spending some time chatting and playing with the puppy, Seenu and Lalitha took their leave. As they walked home, they passed a stray dog on the street. Lalitha softly said, “All dogs are not lucky like Prince.” Seenu nodded, “Very true.” K.Ragavan 21-6-25

Letter.

Letter Published inThe National UAE on 20 June 25, What explains the Air India tragedy? With regard to the report Funerals begin for 279 killed in Air India crash (June 15): Last week's crash of Air India flight 171 was utterly heartbreaking. This is undoubtedly one of the worst aviation disasters in recent times. The aircraft, which was relatively young – less than 12 years old – and considered to be one of the reliable models in service, now comes under scrutiny. It is premature however to place blame without the full facts. The investigation must be conducted thoroughly to uncover the real causes behind this tragedy and to put an end to all the speculation of what could have gone wrong. Let us hope that the investigation brings clarity, justice, and measures to prevent such mishaps in the future. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 282.

Small Story 282: A Timely Topic" Shyamala was delighted to receive an announcement from her popular social media group about an upcoming speech competition. Back in her college days, she had won many prizes for public speaking. Now, after seven years of married life, this would be her first time participating again. Each participant was given four minutes to speak on a topic of their choice. Shyamala thought hard about what to choose but couldn’t decide. She planned to consult her husband, Vishnu, in the evening after he returned from the office. Their five-year-old son, Atul, was playing nearby and noticed his mother’s restlessness. “Mum, why are you sad?” he asked. “I’m not sad, Atul,” she smiled. “I’m just trying to pick the right topic for my speech. I’ll decide this evening when Dad comes home.” That evening, when Vishnu returned, Atul quickly shared that Mummy was worried about her speech topic. Vishnu was curious and asked what kind of topic she needed. When Shyamala nodded and confirmed, he said excitedly, “Then I have a suggestion — how about 'How to Control Anger'?” Shyamala thought for a moment. “Can I really talk about that for four minutes?” “Of course,” Vishnu encouraged her. “You can include real-life examples — how anger affects relationships and how patience can prevent problems.” Motivated, Shyamala worked on her speech for two hours, with little Atul keeping track of the time. She recorded the final version and submitted it to the group. Ten days later, she received a message from the group: her speech was praised as thoughtful, meaningful, and an excellent explanation of anger management — all perfectly delivered within the four-minute time frame. She had won first prize! At the next group get-together, they presented her with a beautiful Titan watch and a large sweet box. Shyamala smiled, full of gratitude, and thanked Vishnu for his excellent topic suggestion and Atul for his timing help. Vishnu whispered with a grin, “The moral of your winning speech — everyone should try to control anger, especially in the days ahead.” Shyamala smiled back, “Yes, dear. Absolutely.” K.Ragavan 20-6-25 -

Tribute to Pharmed Limited.

Tribute to Pharmed Limited It is often said that no one forgets their early professional experiences—and I am no exception. One such vivid memory resurfaced recently when I came across the remarkable growth of my old company, Pharmed (P) Ltd, now known as Pharmed Limited. To my joy and pride, I saw the company thriving as a popular and respected pharmaceutical hub, featured prominently on professional and social platforms such as LinkedIn and Facebook. Even more special is the fact that it is now established in Whitefield, Bengaluru—my hometown—which adds a personal sense of fulfillment. My journey with Pharmed began way back in 1967, when I worked as a Medical Representative in Madurai, promoting well-known formulations such as Actimol, Triactin, Capsovit, Citravirte, and many others. I had the privilege of spending 17 enriching years with the company, during which I gained deep insights into pharmaceutical practices and the ever-evolving healthcare landscape. Recently, I was amazed to learn that Pharmed, founded in 1946 at Walchand Hirachand Marg, Bombay, is now celebrating its 80th year of service—a truly admirable and inspiring achievement. Witnessing its transformation from a modest pharmaceutical player to a forward-thinking and innovation-driven organization has filled me with immense pride. Having been part of its legacy, I feel a deep connection with Pharmed Limited. I extend my warmest wishes to the current leadership and team, and I hope they continue to bring forth new innovations and life-saving drugs for the betterment of humanity. With heartfelt appreciation and respect, [A Former Employee – Proud to be part of the Pharmed Legacy] With Warm Regards, K.Ragavan

Small Story 281.

Small Story 281. GuruRaja's Blessings Kanaka was eagerly waiting for her son's friend from Dubai. Her son Arun had left six months ago to seek a job in Dubai through a friend, and fortunately, he secured a good position. Every month, he sent money home, and this month, he had decided to send clothes, a demand draft (DD), and other items for his parents through his friend Gurunath, who was coming to Bengaluru. Gurunath was supposed to arrive the previous day, but there was no call from him. Kanaka and her husband Kannan grew anxious. She waited all day, but there was still no news. The next morning, Kanaka called Arun to check. Arun too was puzzled—he had handed over the items to Gurunath and asked him to deliver them to his parents. But Gurunath’s phone was switched off. Wednesday passed with no information. On Thursday morning, Kanaka received a call from a woman. "Hello, I am Vasanthy, Gurunath’s mother speaking," the voice said gently. "My son had a vertigo episode at the airport while returning. Fortunately, a fellow passenger brought him home safely. He has been under treatment for the last two days. Today, I am sending your items through my daughter, Shobhana." At 11 AM, a graceful young woman arrived with the package. She introduced herself as Shobhana, Gurunath’s sister. Kanaka welcomed her warmly, served her tea and sweets, and they chatted. During the conversation, Kanaka learned that Shobhana’s parents were looking for a suitable groom for her. After Shobhana left, Kanaka called Gurunath to wish him a speedy recovery and mentioned her interest in getting Shobhana’s horoscope. Gurunath was delighted. He respected Arun greatly and had already considered him a suitable match for his sister, having known him well during their time together in Dubai. Three months later, Arun and Shobhana were happily married in Bengaluru, surrounded by friends and family—including many NRI friends who had flown in for the occasion. Kanaka’s heart was full of joy. The wedding had taken place on a Thursday, a day dear to her favorite deity, Sri Raghavendra Swami. She smiled, realizing how the Guru’s blessings had come in the most unexpected way—through Gurunath’s vertigo incident that changed the course of their lives. K.Ragavan 19-6-25

Small Story 280.

Small Story 280 Respecting Choices in Marriage" After hearing her friend’s daughter’s wedding news, Subha wasn’t too surprised. Her friend Roshani shared that her daughter Anita was marrying her office colleague Naveen, who is from Odisha. Though Subha felt a bit unsettled at first, Roshani’s happiness was evident. “Their food habits are similar, and they make a good pair,” Roshani said with a smile. Later that evening, Subha shared the news with her husband Ram. He responded warmly, “If they like each other, that’s what matters. Once love is there, one will adjust for the other. That’s how life becomes easier.” Ram’s practical take brought some comfort to Subha. The following week, Ram, Subha, and their daughter Vasanthy attended Anita’s wedding. They were pleased to see the happy couple and enjoyed the delicious lunch, especially the wide variety of sweets. After the celebration, as they were heading home, Subha turned to her daughter and asked, “Vasanthy, tell me honestly, do you have any plans to marry someone from your office like Anita did?” Vasanthy smiled and replied, “I truly appreciate Anita’s decision. But my nature is different. I want to follow our traditions and marry as per your and Dad’s wishes. Many youngsters today are choosing partners on their own, and we should respect that. But it’s also okay for someone like me to choose a traditional path. Both ways are valid as long as the decision is sincere and lasting.” Shubha was delighted by her daughter’s openness and clarity. Ram added with a proud smile, “She is our daughter after all—following tradition, yet respecting others’ choices. What truly matters is how we see and support these decisions, not just the decisions themselves.” K.Ragavan 18-6-25

Small Story 279.

--- Small Story 279 "A Transfer of Fate" After serving three years at the Dindigul branch of his bank, Karthik was transferred on promotion to the Theni branch. A bachelor, Karthik’s parents—Arumugam and Lakshmi—were settled in Karaikudi. His father was proud of the promotion, while his mother was already thinking about finding a suitable bride for her son. Karthik had once had a crush on a college mate named Sowmya, but they had lost touch after graduation. Recently, through friends, he had heard that she too had joined a bank. Theni, a busy business center, offered good housing. Karthik managed to rent a modest two-bedroom house conveniently close to the bank. After settling in, he reported to the branch and was warmly welcomed by the ten staff members. The manager was yet to arrive. Within a week, Karthik became well-acquainted with his duties and earned the goodwill of his colleagues. One day, his mother called from Karaikudi and insisted he come to Madurai to meet a girl whose photo she had liked. Karthik, not too keen on marriage at the moment, declined, saying he couldn’t take leave so soon after his transfer. The next day, the new branch manager arrived—a lady. The staff welcomed her warmly. Karthik, who had gone out for an inspection, returned later and entered her cabin to introduce himself. To his surprise, it was Sowmya—his college crush. “Hey, you? How are you?” she exclaimed, equally surprised. “Good! I was transferred from Dindigul. Happy to see you again after so many years,” he replied. “Please, have a seat,” she smiled. They spoke briefly, reminiscing about college days before returning to work. That evening, Sowmya invited Karthik to her home. He found her house pleasant and enjoyed the sweets she offered. During the conversation, she casually mentioned that her parents had received a good horoscope match for her and were considering a proposal. She had told them she would agree only if she liked the boy. What she didn’t know was that Karthik had once liked her deeply—and still did. The next day, Karthik received a courier from his mother. When he opened it, he was stunned—the girl in the photo was none other than Sowmya. Excited, he met Sowmya the following day and told her. She was equally surprised and delighted. “I never imagined my old friend would become my life partner!” she said with a smile. Indeed, Karthik’s feelings had been blessed by fate. A month later, their wedding was celebrated grandly in Madurai. The transfer had brought more than just a promotion—it had brought him love, and a new chapter in life. K.Ragavan 17-6-25

Small Story 278.

Small Syory 278. A Heartwarming Homecoming and a Noble Deed After ten years, Damodaran finally visited his hometown and was pleasantly surprised by the development in the Chennai suburbs—Tambaram, Selaiyur, and many other places. In his younger days, he had spent five memorable years on Mudichur Road while studying at Christian College before leaving for the US for further studies. Now settled in Atlanta, Damodaran works for a leading software company, while his wife Nandhini is an online journalist. Their son, Vishnu, is in his final year of MBA. The family had recently come to India and were staying in Bengaluru. Damodaran decided to visit his old friend Sudharsan, who now lives in Selaiyur. After a warm reunion and a hearty lunch, they toured nearby areas and caught up with a few other college friends. During his college days, Damodaran had played cricket for the college team, and the trip was a wave of nostalgia. Suddenly, Damodaran remembered his old classmate Vasanthy and asked Sudharsan about her. To his delight, he learned that Vasanthy now holds a senior position at Google in Bengaluru. Sudharsan shared her number, and upon returning from Chennai, Damodaran called her. They shared fond memories, and she warmly invited him and Nandhini for lunch. The next day, the couple visited Vasanthy. Her husband, Ram, a renowned architect, greeted them with warmth. After a delightful lunch—complete with Damodaran’s favorite sweets—they prepared to leave. Before they did, Vasanthy proudly spoke about her daughter, who is passionately involved in philanthropic work, particularly for the physically challenged. She runs initiatives that support employment and rights for differently-abled individuals. As Damodaran returned to the US, he reflected happily on his visit—revisiting cherished places, reconnecting with old friends, and being inspired by the noble efforts of Vasanthy’s daughter. It was more than a homecoming; it was a reminder of the bonds of friendship and the power of good deeds. K.Ragavan 16-6-25

Letter.

Letter Published in The National UAE on 13 June 25 Lebanon needs more than talk of resilience With regard to Jamie Prentis's article Nawaf Salam pledges to build 'Lebanon 3.0' but warns citizens' resilience alone will not fix country (June 10): Mr Salam’s pledge to rebuild Lebanon reflects a strong desire to restore the country’s former glory. His appeal to the Lebanese people was powerful and honest. He made it clear that resilience alone will not be enough to move the country forward. There must also be structural reforms, good governance and collective national effort. Lebanon is a land of rich history, natural beauty and deep cultural heritage. For decades, it stood as a beacon of diversity and cosmopolitanism in the region. Mr Salam's commitment to recovery and renewal signals hope and a vision for the country’s future. Whether Lebanon can regain its former charm remains to be seen. But this renewed leadership and realism offer a much-needed starting point. K Ragavan, Bengaluru India

Father's day Message.

Father’s Day Message – Madhyamar Group Contribution On the beautiful occasion of Father's Day, our Madhyamar group Administrator has given us an amazing and admirable topic to reflect upon. Truly, for any person—male or female—Mummy and Daddy are like the two eyes, both equally important in shaping our lives. Among the two, Daddy plays a vital role, especially in a child’s education and the development of good manners. My father has been a guiding light in my life. He never interfered with my thoughts or wishes, always giving me the freedom to think independently and make my own choices. One of my fondest memories is how he took me to my favorite place, Tirupathi, on many occasions. During my student days, he introduced me to his well-known friend, the late Dr. T. Venkatesan, a respected skin specialist from Madurai. I was fortunate to accompany them on outings a few times—those moments are unforgettable and deeply cherished. My father is the pillar of our family—the breadwinner who ensures our happiness and well-being. His advice shaped many of my values, especially respecting elders and taking pride in whatever work I do. His role in my life is truly memorable and continues to inspire me. I thank our group for encouraging us to express our gratitude and love on this special day. Wishing a Happy Father’s Day to all the wonderful dads out there! K.Ragavan 15-6-25 --

Small Story 277

Small Story 277 Accident Turned Into a Wedding Pradeep rushed to the hospital after hearing that his close friend Sandeep had met with an accident. He inquired at the reception for Sandeep’s room number and made his way there. Inside the room, Sandeep lay asleep. A nurse gestured for Pradeep to sit quietly. Ten minutes later, Sandeep woke up, saw Pradeep, and smiled. "How did this happen?" asked Pradeep with concern. Sandeep explained, "Yesterday evening, I went to visit a relative on Kanakapura Road. While I was waiting to book an Uber, a scooter suddenly came out of nowhere and hit me. I was thrown off, but luckily I landed in a patch of sand and escaped with only minor injuries. However, I did lose quite a bit of blood." He continued, "The scooter was being ridden by a woman named Harini. Apparently, a car behind her pushed her scooter forward, causing her to lose control and hit me. She immediately called an ambulance and brought me to this posh nursing home. She said she would come visit again this evening." Just then, Harini entered the room. “I’m extremely sorry,” she said sincerely. “Someone hit my scooter from behind, and I lost control. Your friend had to suffer because of it. I take full responsibility and will cover all hospital expenses. You’ll be discharged by tomorrow evening.” She introduced herself: “I’m Harini, working as a Finance Manager at an investment banking firm. I had taken the scooter out urgently, and this unfortunate incident happened.” She then invited both Sandeep and Pradeep to her home for tea once Sandeep had recovered. A week later, Harini called again and invited Sandeep, Pradeep, and Pradeep’s wife, Sandhya, to her home. It was a beautiful independent house with a well-maintained garden. Harini’s father, Mr. Venkatesh, and her mother, Padma, warmly welcomed them. To everyone’s surprise, Sandhya and Harini turned out to be college friends, meeting after four long years. They were overjoyed to reconnect. During the conversation, Venkatesh learned that Sandeep had lost his parents during the COVID pandemic and was working as a bank officer. Impressed by Sandeep’s sincerity and background, Venkatesh proposed the idea of Harini and Sandeep getting married. Everyone agreed they made a lovely pair. Two months later, the wedding was celebrated in a grand manner in Bengaluru. After the marriage, Harini and Sandeep moved into the flat that Sandeep had purchased before the accident. What began as a chance encounter from an unfortunate accident had blossomed into a beautiful new beginning. K.Ragavan 15-6-25

Tribute to Versatile actor Sivakumar.

A Tribute to the Versatile and Soft-Spoken Legend Sivakumar The versatile actor and soft-spoken personality of the Tamil film industry, Sivakumar, is completing six glorious decades in cinema — an achievement that is truly admirable and inspiring. I have had the privilege of watching many of his films, and in each one, he has firmly established his unique identity. His commitment to his craft, his dignified screen presence, and his ability to portray a wide range of characters are unmatched. Among his many memorable works, "Annakili," "Rosappu Ravikkaikari," and "Uyarntha Manithan" stand out in my memory. These are just a few examples of his brilliance. The rest of his extensive filmography, though not listed here, is equally commendable and deserves recognition. Sivakumar's contributions have not only enriched Tamil cinema but also inspired generations of actors and film lovers alike. As he marks this remarkable milestone, I extend my heartfelt wishes to him for continued good health, peace, and happiness. May he continue to inspire us all with his grace, wisdom, and enduring legacy. With deep respect and admiration, K.Ragavan 14-6-25

Small Story 276.

Small Story 276: Acquaintance Moments After finishing his usual morning walk, Ram joined his friends at their regular meeting spot. He was warmly greeted, and one of them offered him a birthday sweet. It had become a routine for Ram to receive sweets almost every day — either due to a celebration or as prasadam from someone’s visit to a temple. The mutual respect within the group and the time discipline they maintained for their meetings were admirable. Their conversations were concise, informative, and to the point, often covering a variety of useful topics. After the gathering, Ram bumped into another acquaintance who greeted him and invited him for tea. Ram politely declined, saying he had just had some, and the acquaintance understood. Instead, he invited Ram to attend his son's first wedding anniversary celebration that evening. Later that day, Ram went to the event. To his pleasant surprise, he met several of his social media followers there. Many of them told his friend that Ram was a talented writer and blogger. This made Ram feel happy and appreciated. His friend Shankar said, "You never told me about this! I'm proud of you." Ram smiled and replied, "There’s no need to showcase everything. If someone has a true talent, it will come to light naturally one day. One should remain simple and continue doing what they love, regardless of age." He paused and added, "An old friend of mine, who is no longer with us, taught me this. I still follow that principle, and I’m now seeing the results. Today, I’m happy to have met some friends who first connected with me on social media." After a delightful dinner, Ram left the function with a heart full of joy. K.Ragavan 14-6-25

My letter in Mew IndiaAbroad USA .

Letter Published in New India Abroad USA On 13 June 25,Dear editor, The recent Air India flight from Ahmedabad to London met with a tragic and shocking mishap near the airport. The incident, which occurred when the aircraft was at an altitude of just 625 feet and reportedly struck a building, has left more than 200 passengers of various nationalities affected. This heartbreaking event has sent shockwaves to the families and loved ones of those on board. It is both unbelievable and deeply saddening. My sincere and heartfelt condolences go out to the victims and their families during this incredibly difficult time. I also wish a speedy and full recovery to those who were injured. The aircraft, which was relatively young—less than 12 years old—and considered to be one of the reliable models in service, now comes under scrutiny. However, it is premature to place blame without the full facts. A thorough investigation must be conducted to uncover the real causes behind this tragedy. Accountability is essential, and those found responsible must not be spared. Let us hope that the investigation brings clarity, justice, and measures to prevent such mishaps in the future. This is undoubtedly one of the most unfortunate aviation disasters in recent months. K.Ragavan

Good one.

Another thought-provoking message and interview by award-winning director T.S. Nagabharana began with a beautifully curated display of Mysore sandalwood, designed with a touch of local culture and the Kannada language. His heartfelt emphasis on the importance of Kannada and its role in creating employment opportunities for Kannadigas is truly commendable. Director Nagabharana’s suggestion that the local language should be actively implemented and promoted is both timely and admirable. His initiatives during the COVID period, which inspired several countries to adopt and recognize Kannada in their own cultural exchanges, deserve special appreciation. One of his most striking observations was about governance: “Administrators like IAS and IPS officers can work wonders, while political rulers stay in power for just five years.” This highlights the lasting impact that committed administrators can have, beyond political terms. His balanced recommendation of encouraging both the local language Kannada and the international language English as tools for empowerment is practical and inclusive—it has the potential to benefit every citizen, especially the youth. A truly inspiring and meaningful message from Director T.S. Nagabharana. K.Ragavam 13-6-25 https://youtu.be/bt7maOTbLyo?si=jXPyfvgjNhuF-kbx

Small Story 275.

Small Story 275: Unexpected Acceptance Roshani visited her friend Shyamala, who was grieving the tragic loss of her only son, Rishi, in the recent Cricket Celebration Stampede. Rishi, just 17, was a bright student and a passionate cricket player. He had dreams of playing for the national team one day, having already shown great promise in local matches. On the day of the stampede, Rishi hadn’t planned to attend the event. But when a friend offered him a pass to see his favorite cricketer—the national team captain—he asked his parents for permission and excitedly went along. What was meant to be a joyful day turned into a nightmare. The overcrowded venue led to a stampede, and tragically, Rishi was among the victims. When Roshani arrived, she found Shyamala overwhelmed with sorrow. Seeing her friend broke her heart—Rishi was her world. Roshani struggled to find the right words to console her, knowing that no words could ever fill the void left by such an irreparable loss. Despite her deep grief, Shyamala had composed herself, at least outwardly. Her husband, however, was still unable to speak, paralyzed by the shock. Roshani spent some quiet time with them, offering what little comfort she could. As Roshani was leaving, Shyamala whispered through her tears, “No compensation from the authorities can ever bring back our Rishi. This loss is beyond measure. But I have come to understand—no matter how sudden or painful, we have to accept what life, or perhaps God, places before us.” Roshani left with a heavy heart, touched by the unexpected strength and acceptance shown by a mother who had lost everything in a moment. K.Ragavan 13-6-25

AirIndia Mishap.

Tragic and Unfortunate Air India Mishap The recent Air India flight from Ahmedabad to London met with a tragic and shocking mishap near the airport. The incident, which occurred when the aircraft was at an altitude of just 625 feet and reportedly struck a building, has left more than 200 passengers of various nationalities affected. This heartbreaking event has sent shockwaves to the families and loved ones of those on board. It is both unbelievable and deeply saddening. My sincere and heartfelt condolences go out to the victims and their families during this incredibly difficult time. I also wish a speedy and full recovery to those who were injured. The aircraft, which was relatively young—less than 12 years old—and considered to be one of the reliable models in service, now comes under scrutiny. However, it is premature to place blame without the full facts. A thorough investigation must be conducted to uncover the real causes behind this tragedy. Accountability is essential, and those found responsible must not be spared. Let us hope that the investigation brings clarity, justice, and measures to prevent such mishaps in the future. This is undoubtedly one of the most unfortunate aviation disasters in recent months. K.Ragavan 12-6-25

Small Story 274.

Small Story 274: A Miracle at the Wedding Seshan was finally happy. After several reminders from his old friend Sethu, he arrived at Tiruchendur and checked into the hotel where his room had been reserved. Seshan and Sethu were both from Tirunelveli and had been close friends for more than three and a half decades. After retiring from India Cements, Seshan had moved to Bengaluru to live with his son. Sethu had migrated to Sydney, where his own son had settled. Though the two friends hadn't met in years, they stayed in close touch through daily video calls and messages. Sethu’s grandson’s wedding was fixed in Tiruchendur, and Seshan had come to attend. The bride, also from Tiruchendur originally, lived with her parents in Sydney. A few minutes after Seshan arrived at the hotel, Sethu came to greet his old friend with joy. Sethu asked Seshan why his wife hadn’t come along. Seshan explained that she had to attend a close relative’s wedding in Bengaluru and couldn’t make it. That evening, the pre-wedding function went smoothly, followed by the wedding the next morning. Both the bride and groom were charming and well-mannered, admired by everyone. The reception dinner that evening was special. There were four sweets—favorites of both Seshan and Sethu: Wheat Halwa, Badam Cake, Badhusha, and Cashew Burfi. Both men loved sweets, and thanks to God’s grace, neither was diabetic. They savored every bite with childlike joy. Suddenly, Seshan received a call from his son. After the call, his face lit up with joy. He turned to Sethu and said, “Come closer, I have some wonderful news.” Seshan continued, “Last week, when you invited me to the wedding, my wife Kanaka was unwell. She had been admitted to the hospital, and the initial diagnosis was malignant. We were waiting for a second opinion from a top specialist who was out of station. He returned yesterday, and today my son met him. After reviewing the reports, he confirmed that it was just an ordinary boil. Nothing serious.” Seshan’s eyes filled with happy tears as he added, “Kanaka told me to come here and attend the wedding as planned. She confidently said, ‘Invite Sethu and everyone to our home in Bengaluru for a feast.’” Sethu was overwhelmed. The fact that Kanaka, even during a health scare, had insisted on Seshan attending the wedding and extended such a heartfelt invitation, filled him with deep emotion. The strength of their friendship, the love of a devoted wife, and the miracle of good news—everything came together to make the moment unforgettable. K.Ragavan 12-6-25

Kudos to Professor Gnana chandran

Kudos to Professor Gnanachandran and the Group MaduraiVeerans. Ever since I joined the Madurai Veerans group, not only did I reconnect with old friends, but I also had the privilege of meeting highly knowledgeable individuals like Professor Gnanachandran—a remarkable personality who began his career as a medical representative and went on to create a unique identity in the field of education and innovation. Professor Gnanachandran has made significant contributions through his dedicated teaching and his commitment to finding practical solutions for pressing health challenges. His work has been recognized with numerous accolades from esteemed educational institutions and colleges. Most recently, his innovative efforts to address widespread deficiencies of Vitamin B12 and Vitamin D—a growing concern in today's world—have earned him further respect and appreciation. His passion for improving human well-being through research and innovation is truly inspiring. Kudos to Professor Gnanachandran for bringing pride to our Madurai Veerans group, and heartfelt congratulations to the group itself for being a platform that connects such inspiring individuals! With Warm regards,. K.Ragavan 11-6-25

Small Story 273.

Small Story 273. A New Destiny for Shravanth Bhagya boarded the bus at Bengaluru bus station, heading to Hassan to see her grandchildren. Her daughter Suma lived there with her husband Keshav and their twin sons, Bharath and Sharath. Keshav, a native of Hassan, owned ancestral property and an old family house there. Although a postgraduate, he had resigned from his college job to focus on agriculture and fruit farming. After a few hours of journey, Bhagya reached Hassan, where she was warmly greeted by her son-in-law, Keshav. He drove her to their beautiful home, located three kilometers away, surrounded by a lovely garden. At the entrance, Suma welcomed her mother with the twins, Bharath and Sharath, by her side. Suma had prepared delicious sweets—Badam Cake and Mysore Pak—which they all enjoyed together. After a hearty lunch, Bhagya took some rest. Since the passing of her husband three years ago, Bhagya had been living alone in her house in Jayanagar, built by her late husband, who had been an engineer. Though Suma was her only daughter and had repeatedly asked her mother to come live with them, Bhagya always refused, choosing instead to stay in the house filled with memories. Suma, now 38, was a graceful and disciplined woman, raising her sons with care. The boys, in 8th grade, were doing well in their studies, consistently scoring top ranks. During this visit, Bhagya once again declined her daughter’s request to stay with them permanently. However, she asked for a different favor—she wanted to take one of the twins back with her to Bengaluru and raise him to become a doctor. After discussing with Keshav, Suma agreed and presented the idea to the boys. Shravanth was excited by the thought of city life and the opportunity to further develop his sports interests. He decided to go with his grandmother after the final exams. After three years apart, Bhagya had finally reunited with her daughter and grandchildren. Now, as she returned to Bengaluru with one grandson by her side, her heart was full. Not only was her wish coming true, but Suma was also happy to support her mother’s dream, even if Bhagya had refused to stay with them. It was a bittersweet parting—filled with love, hope, and a new destiny. K.Ragavan 11-6-25

Small Story 272

Small Story 272. Deserving Honour After returning from his morning work at the studio, the award-winning editor Krishna Urs—known simply as "Urs" in the film industry—received an unexpected call. To his surprise, the voice on the other end was unfamiliar. The caller introduced himself as Natwarlal, representing a network media company based in the United States. He informed Urs that he was currently in Chennai and wanted to meet him in person. They agreed to meet the next day at the Canimora Hotel. Before Urs could ask any questions, Natwarlal added that a car would pick him up at 10 AM sharp—and to his amazement, Natwarlal correctly mentioned his home address. Urs, a veteran editor from Karnataka, had contributed to over 775 films across various Indian languages and received numerous awards, including National Awards. His dedication and skill had earned him immense respect in the industry. Yet, this sudden attention from an international company left him both excited and curious. The next morning, as promised, a car arrived at 10 AM. A man named Sathish introduced himself and drove Urs to the hotel. In a beautifully decorated room, Natwarlal greeted him warmly. Over coffee, Natwarlal explained: “Mr. Urs, I heard about you through Ram, a leading blogger whose stories we’ve been following closely. Our company is now venturing into family-oriented films in both Tamil and Kannada. Ram strongly recommended you not only as an editor but also as a director for one of his scripts—a family drama. Given your vast experience and dedication, I fully agree with his suggestion.”Also as per his suggestion Vel is our Cinematographer. Urs was deeply moved. He remembered Ram, a popular writer and blogger, whom he had met once and interacted with regularly online. Their bond had grown through shared respect and admiration. That Ram had such confidence in him touched Urs deeply. Without hesitation, Urs signed the agreement. He thanked Natwarlal for the opportunity and for introducing him to the network, all thanks to Ram’s recommendation. Later, back at home, Urs called Ram to express his heartfelt gratitude. Ram laughed and replied warmly, “You are truly deserving, my friend. I know your caliber—more importantly, I know your character. You’re a good human being, hardworking and committed to your craft.” Urs was silent for a moment, overwhelmed with emotion. Then he whispered, “God has blessed me with a true elder brother.” K.Ragavan 10-6-25

Memorable one.

Memorable Tourist Family Recently, after a long time, I watched the Tamil movie Tourist Family – and it was not only amazing, but also carried a meaningful story with a strong message. The performances by Sasikumar, Simran, Yogi Babu, Ramesh Thilak, and Kumaravel were all excellent, along with M.S. Bhaskar, who added great depth to the film. The young boys, including the one who played the drunkard, also did a commendable job. The film stood out with its emotional storytelling, focusing on human affection, love, and the sense of family that forms even among strangers. The way the story portrayed the struggles of people wanting to come to India for a better life, and how they found unexpected bonds along the way, was truly touching. One of the most memorable and emotional moments was in the final scene, when Ramesh Thilak’s character tells Sasikumar, “Who said you are a refugee?” – a powerful and heartwarming line that perfectly sums up the film’s message. Director Abhishan Jeevinth deserves special appreciation for handling such a sensitive and socially relevant theme with care and honesty. Tourist Family is definitely a memorable film with a beautiful message. K.Ragavan 9-6-25

Small Story 271.

Small Story 271. A Bold Decision Beyond Stars Sundaram and Rajan were close friends, both working in the Spare Parts division of the TVS Group. They were god-fearing men, lived nearby, and met frequently with their families. Sundaram's son, Kannan, had just completed college and joined a leading newspaper as a sub-editor. At 23, he was a handsome and well-mannered young man. Rajan and his wife, Pankajam, had a beautiful daughter named Kanaka. Though she had finished her education, her marriage was repeatedly delayed due to astrological mismatches. Now 28, Pankajam grew increasingly anxious as proposals kept falling through. One day, Sundaram's wife, Ambujam, casually asked Pankajam why Kanaka’s marriage was being postponed. Pankajam opened up about the astrological issues — Kanaka's star did not align with any suitable groom's horoscope. Ambujam, who liked Kanaka very much, said, “If not for the age gap, I would have loved to make her my daughter-in-law.” Rajan, who had overheard the conversation, stepped out and said, “Sister, if you like the match, I am ready to give Kanaka’s hand to Kannan. In life, even some celebrities have older wives and live happily.” After getting consent from both Kanaka and Kannan, their marriage was celebrated grandly in a beautiful Kalyana Mahal (wedding hall). One and a half years later, Kanaka and Kannan were blessed with a beautiful baby boy. They named him Srihari. Though astrological beliefs once delayed Kanaka’s marriage, it was the elders' bold decision that made her life joyful — a life filled with love and a lovely child. K.Ragavan 9-6-25

Tribute 875.

Tribute to Director V. Somashekhar (875) Today, I would like to pay tribute to another versatile director from the South Indian film industry—one who made a significant impact over four decades with his remarkable work in Kannada and Malayalam cinema. He is none other than Director V. Somashekhar. A true craftsman, V. Somashekhar collaborated with all the leading actors of his time and carved a unique identity for himself in the industry. He was especially known for his action-packed narratives, tight storytelling, and impressive cinematography. His films were often fast-paced and focused, keeping audiences engaged throughout. Although I have only seen a few of his films, ‘Chakravyuha’ and ‘Parashuram’ still remain fresh in my memory. I regret not being able to watch more of his works, but those I did see left a lasting impression. His contributions were rightly recognized when he was honored with the prestigious Puttanna Kanagal Award, a fitting tribute to his excellence in direction. Though he is no longer with us, V. Somashekhar’s legacy lives on. His films remain an essential part of the cinematic infrastructure of the Kannada film industry, continuing to inspire future generations of filmmakers and cinephiles alike. Rest in peace, Director V. Somashekhar. Your work lives forever. K.Ragavan 9-6-25 Until We Meet Again Next Week -

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மத்தியமர் குழு நிர்வாகி வயதானதைக் குறித்து – அதை இயல்பாக ஏற்றுக்கொள்ள வேண்டுமா அல்லது மறைத்துவிட வேண்டுமா என்பதைக் குறித்து ஒரு அர்த்தமுள்ள தலைப்பைப் பகிர்ந்துள்ளார். எனக்குத் தோன்றுவது, இது மதிக்கத்தக்கதொரு மற்றும் சிந்திக்க வைக்கும் விஷயமாகும். நாம் பிறந்த அந்தக் கணத்தில் இருந்து, வாழ்க்கையின் பல கட்டங்களைக் கடக்கிறோம்: கட்டுமானம், குழந்தைப் பருவம், இளமை, நடுத்தர வயது, ஓய்வுபெறும் பருவம், அதன் பின் முதுமை. இக்கட்டங்களை கடக்கும்போது, எங்கள் உடலும் மனமும் இயற்கையாகவே மாறுகின்றன. வயதானதைக் கண்ணியமாக ஏற்றுக்கொள்ள வேண்டும் என்பதிலும், அதை மறைக்க வேண்டாம் என்பதிலும் நான் உறுதியாக நம்புகிறேன். இதனை ஏற்றுக்கொள்வது இயற்கையானதும், கண்ணியமானதும், மரியாதைத் தரக்கூடியதுமானது. எடுத்துக்காட்டாக, எனக்கு முதன்முதலாக வெண்மை முடிகள் 48-வது வயதில் தோன்றின. நான் அதை நிலைநாட்டினேன்; அதாவது, கலர் செய்யவில்லை. வயதானதைக் கௌரவிக்கும் ஒரு சிறிய ஆனால் அர்த்தமுள்ள அடையாளம் இது என்று நம்புகிறேன். நாம் இயற்கையை அது என்னவோ அதுபோலவே காதலிக்கிறோம், அதே போல் நம்முடைய வயதானதையும் அதே மனப்பான்மையோடு மதிக்க வேண்டும். சுருக்கமாகச் சொல்வதானால், வயதானது வாழ்க்கைப் பயணத்தின் ஒரு அங்கம், அதை நிம்மதியாக, கௌரவத்துடன் ஏற்றுக்கொள்வது ஒரு உள்ளார்ந்த வலிமையும் ஞானத்தின் அடையாளமும் ஆகும். இது என் மனமுள்ள கருத்து, மேலும் நானும் இதை என் வாழ்க்கையில் பின்பற்ற முடிவு செய்துள்ளேன். கே. ராகவன் 8-6-25

Small Story 270.

Small Story 270: An Unexpected Encounter Nandhini had been searching for over two hours for file number 270 but couldn’t locate it. She had no idea where she had kept it. Her husband Ram, a celebrated author, had just completed his 270th story and was planning to submit it to the publishers that afternoon. The story was a family drama filled with strong moral values and a powerful social message. Ram was a versatile writer who had received numerous accolades for his thought-provoking stories. Each of his works resonated deeply with readers, leaving lasting impressions. Nandhini, his devoted assistant and life partner, was meticulous in maintaining his story files—until today. Ram returned from shopping and immediately noticed the worry on Nandhini’s face. In a soft voice, she said, “Sorry, dear. I just can’t remember where I kept file 270—the one you finished recently. The publishers are coming this afternoon, and I’m really upset. I know how much effort and creativity you put into that one.” Ram smiled gently and replied, “Don’t worry, we’ll find it. Stay calm. Stress won’t help.” Still, Nandhini wracked her brain, unable to recall anything. Just then, her close friend Ranjitha called. “Hey! How are you? Yesterday, you met me and showed me Ram’s new story. You were so excited, and after our chat, you accidentally left the file in my car. I just found it! I’m bringing it over—and I’ve got some good news too.” Half an hour later, Ranjitha arrived, accompanied by her friend Vasanthy, who had just arrived from the U.S. Over snacks and drinks, Ranjitha said, “Nandhini, this is my friend Vasanthy. She runs a media production company in Boston and is looking for a strong story to adapt into a film. I told her about Ram’s work—and here she is.” Ram warmly welcomed Vasanthy, who smiled and said, “I’ve read your story Ten Rupees—it moved me deeply. I’d like to acquire the film rights. I didn’t know Ranjitha was connected to you!” Ram was pleasantly surprised and happy to entrust his work to someone who truly appreciated it. They signed the agreement then and there. After the meeting, as their guests departed, Nandhini whispered with a smile, “You told me we’d find file 270—and not only did that happen, but we also got a film deal for Ten Rupees. I won’t be surprised if story 270 becomes your biggest success.” Ram nodded with a grin. “Your intuition always leads us to the right path, dear.” K.Ragavan 8-6-25

Small Story 269.

Small Story 269 "A Surprising Twist in the Final Interview" Shyam had just completed an interview for the position of Territory Manager at a leading tyre company. Feeling the need to relax, he headed to a nearby restaurant to have a cup of tea. Just as he settled in, he was pleasantly surprised to see his old friend Murthy walk in. The two friends, who hadn’t seen each other in five years, greeted each other warmly and sat down to catch up. They talked about their families and careers. Shyam mentioned that he had come for an interview at the tyre company and was thoroughly impressed by the professionalism of the interview process. “Even if I’m not selected,” he said, “I genuinely appreciate the way they conducted the interview.” Murthy shared that he had recently left his job at a company in Chennai and would soon be joining a new organization. He invited Shyam to visit his home and gave him his phone number. That evening, Shyam told his wife Sangeetha about the unexpected meeting with Murthy and how he had been invited to his friend’s home. Later, he visited Murthy's house, met his wife Nandhini and son Bharath, and spent some quality time reminiscing. A week later, Shyam received a message from the tyre company, calling him for a final interview with their Marketing Manager. On the scheduled day, Shyam arrived at the office, and an attendant guided him to the Marketing Manager’s cabin. As he stepped inside, Shyam froze in surprise. Sitting confidently behind the desk was none other than his friend Murthy. Murthy smiled and said, “Welcome, Mr. Shyam. Your earlier interview with our Branch Manager went very well. He appreciated your thoughtful responses. With your MBA in Marketing and your previous success in the confectionery industry, you’re a perfect fit for this role.” Murthy handed him an envelope and continued, “Here’s your appointment letter. When we met last week at the restaurant, I had just joined this company as the new Marketing Manager. I admired how you spoke about our interview process. I kept it a secret so I could surprise you today.” Overwhelmed and thrilled, Shyam accepted the offer letter and thanked Murthy — not just his old friend, but now his new boss. K.Ragavan 7-6-25

Letter.

Letter Published in The National UAE on June 6 June 25 Kudos to Bengaluru for winning the IPL title I write in reference to Ajit Vijaykumar's article IPL 2025: Cricket fortunate to witness final flourish of Virat Kohli's glorious career (June 4): it was a proud and unforgettable moment for Bengalureans, including myself, as we witnessed the final IPL T20 match played in Ahmedabad, where our Royal Challengers Bangalore side clinched a thrilling victory against Punjab Kings. This win marks a significant turning point in RCB’s journey, as they secured their first IPL trophy after 18 long years of perseverance and dedication. The team's unwavering spirit, hard work, and unity were truly commendable and inspirational. RCB’s victory sparked huge celebrations across Bengaluru, with fans expressing their joy and pride in grand fashion. The deep bond between Bengalureans and their home team was evident, turning the city's streets into a sea of red and gold. What made the moment even more special was the spirit of true sportsmanship displayed by Punjab. Despite the loss, they graciously acknowledged and applauded RCB's well-deserved victory, reflecting the essence of the game — that cricket, like any sport, should be played and celebrated with mutual respect and integrity. This final wasn't just about winning a trophy – it was about resilience, belief and the spirit of the game that unites millions. K Ragavan, Bengaluru, India

Small Story 268.

Small Story 268 A Father's Blessing Devaki finished her morning routine and waited eagerly for her friend’s call. Right on time, Aruna rang. “Hey Devaki, all set for the day?” “Yes, Aruna. I’ve been waiting for your call. I told my husband Ravi I’ll be home a bit late this evening.” “Great, I’ll be there in ten minutes—already on the way.” Devaki and Aruna, friends for more than twelve years, lived near each other in Anna Nagar. They had made a special plan that day: to visit their beloved old class teacher, Mr. Annaswamy, on the occasion of his 80th birthday and receive his blessings. Annaswamy and his wife, Kanakavalli, lived in Tambaram. Aruna arrived shortly in her car with the driver. Devaki greeted her and offered tea, but Aruna politely declined as she had just finished hers. They set off and reached Annaswamy’s house around 1 PM. The teacher was delighted to see them. He welcomed them warmly and offered sweets. “I just wanted a simple celebration,” he said. “No big functions.” A strict disciplinarian, Mr. Annaswamy had shaped the lives of countless students, many of whom went on to achieve great success. Devaki and Aruna were among his proud students, having studied under him during their school years. To them, he wasn’t just a teacher; he was like a father. Both had lost their own fathers at a young age, and Annaswamy had always been a guiding light. The affection was mutual. Annaswamy had lost his son in an accident years ago and considered the two women as his daughters. His wife, Kanakavalli, had lovingly prepared a delicious feast for them. After spending two joyful hours reminiscing, laughing, and reliving fond memories, Devaki and Aruna handed him a small gift. True to his nature, he gently refused it. “No gifts, just your visit is enough,” he said with a smile. They returned home with full hearts. The happiness they felt wasn’t just from the visit—it was from the blessing of a fatherly figure they had longed for all these years. K.Ragavan 6-6-25

Small Story 267.

Small Story 267. Advice Followed in Time Sam and Chander entered the restaurant right on time. At exactly 5:15 PM, Ram joined them with a cheerful greeting. “Sam, how are you? Why this sudden meeting?” Ram asked with a smile. Sam simply nodded and replied, “Let’s have tea, and I’ll explain.” As the tea arrived, Ram began, “We’ve been friends for thirty-five years, and we’ve all settled in the same place. I just wanted to share something important. Decades ago, when my grandson Vishnu asked me for a puppy, I advised him that it wasn’t the right time—he was too young and busy with studies. Surprisingly, he understood and appreciated my advice. I told him that when the time is right, he can have one.” Ram paused and sipped his tea, then continued, “Now, thirty years later, Vishnu is in a good position at Google. He’s built his own house, settled in Denver with his wife and child. Just last week, he called and said he’s sending tickets for me and Ambujam to visit for six months. He mentioned that our visit would bring joy—and a surprise.” “Six months!” Sam exclaimed. “We’ll really miss you—and your famous sweets.” Chander nodded in agreement. They chatted for a while longer before parting ways. Sixteen days later, Ram and Ambujam arrived in Denver after a comfortable journey. Vishnu, his wife Roshini, and their son Vishal warmly welcomed them. After an hour’s drive, they reached Vishnu’s palatial home. As they entered, a beautiful dog greeted them. “Who is this?” Ram asked, surprised. “This is Prince,” Vishnu smiled. “He’s eight months old.” Ram was amazed by Prince’s behavior—obedient and well-trained. Whatever Vishnu said, the pup followed without hesitation. Later, over tea and sweets, Vishnu leaned over and whispered to his grandfather, “Do you remember when I was eight and wanted a pup? You advised me to wait until the time was right. Eight months ago, I felt the time had come. Prince isn’t just a pet—he’s become a part of our home.” Ram’s eyes sparkled with joy. His advice, long given and patiently remembered, had blossomed at the perfect time. K.Ragavan 5-6-25

Tragic incident.

The recent victory of RCB was a moment of great celebration for fans, but it turned tragic due to an unfortunate stampede that resulted in 11 deaths and left over 50 injured. The chaos was attributed to an unmanageable crowd, and the lack of proper crowd control and emergency response measures, such as timely ambulance access, worsened the situation. What makes this tragedy even more heart-wrenching is that the victims were mostly young individuals—full of life, dreams, and promise. Their untimely loss is a devastating blow to their families and loved ones. This incident serves as a painful reminder of the urgent need for stronger safety protocols and crowd management during large public gatherings. While the celebrations were meant to unite and uplift, the outcome has left a deep scar on the hearts of many. Our thoughts and prayers are with the families of the victims, and we hope that lessons are learned so such tragedies can be prevented in the future. K.Ragavan 4-6-25

Kudos to RCB Team and it's men.

Kudos to RCB Team and it's men It was a proud and unforgettable moment for Bengalureans as they witnessed the final IPL T20 match played in Ahmedabad, where the Royal Challengers Bangalore (RCB) clinched a historic and thrilling victory against the Punjab Kings (PBKS). This win marks a significant turning point in RCB’s journey, as they secured their first IPL trophy after 18 long years of perseverance and dedication. The team's unwavering spirit, hard work, and unity were truly commendable and inspirational. RCB’s victory sparked massive celebrations across Bengaluru, with fans expressing their joy and pride in grand fashion. The deep bond between Bengalureans and their home team was evident, turning the city's streets into a sea of red and gold. What made the moment even more special was the spirit of true sportsmanship displayed by PBKS. Despite the loss, they graciously acknowledged and applauded RCB's well-deserved victory, reflecting the essence of the game — that cricket, like any sport, should be played and celebrated with mutual respect and integrity. This final wasn't just about winning a trophy — it was about resilience, belief, and the spirit of the game that unites millions. K.Ragavan Bengaluru

Small Story 266.

Small Story 266: No One Can Change Destiny Anand came to Anand Sweets to buy his daughter Vasanthy’s favourite sweets for her birthday. Vasanthy was turning 23 and had just completed her MBA exams. After collecting the sweets, someone suddenly called out to him. When he turned around, he saw his old college mate Varsha standing there. It was the first time he was seeing her since she moved to the US. "How are you, Anand? Can you recognize me?" asked Varsha, smiling warmly. "How can I forget my old friend, especially when you've come back to India!" Anand replied cheerfully. Varsha, now 49, still looked smart and admirable. She explained, “I came back fifteen days ago. My husband Ravi wanted to settle back here, and our son Rohit is also interested in starting a business. We've taken an apartment in Elegant Building, D Block.” Anand was surprised. “Which floor?” “Second floor, 201,” she replied. “My God! I’m in 301 — just above you!” Anand laughed. They both laughed and agreed to catch up later that evening. Varsha declined a drop home, saying she had more shopping to do. Anand returned home and shared the good news with his wife, Radhika, who was delighted — she had even attended Varsha’s wedding 27 years ago in Chennai. That evening, Varsha visited with her husband Ravi and their son Rohit. Vasanthy had gone to the temple. After enjoying some sweets, Varsha asked, “Where is Vasanthy?” Radhika smiled, “She’s gone to the temple. It’s her birthday today.” Varsha introduced Rohit — a bright MBA graduate from Harvard who was planning to start a pharmaceutical company in Bengaluru. When Vasanthy returned, she gave prasadam to everyone. Ravi and Varsha were immediately impressed by her beauty and gentle nature. Seeing her qualifications and personality, they expressed interest in having her as their daughter-in-law. Radhika was happy and welcomed the idea. Rohit, too, was drawn to Vasanthy’s simplicity and academic excellence. The next week, Anand, Radhika, and Vasanthy visited Varsha’s apartment. Rohit was delighted to see Vasanthy again. After a few minutes, Varsha came straight to the point. “Anand, I’d love to have Vasanthy as my daughter-in-law. What do you think?” Radhika responded positively, “It’s a good proposal, Varsha.” However, Vasanthy had made up her mind. Calmly and respectfully, she said, “I’ve decided not to marry right now. I want to start a company where women lead and showcase their strength. I’m focused on women empowerment and believe it’s my path.” Everyone respected her decision. Anand added, “I always support others' choices and never impose.” After dinner, they all left with clarity and mutual respect. Rohit admired Vasanthy even more — not just for her beauty or achievements, but for her conviction. Destiny is already written for everyone. Rohit’s destiny in marriage may be with someone else — perhaps an even better match awaits. K.Ragavan 4-6-25

Small Story 265.

Small Story 265. Janaki's Visit and the Surprising Turn of Fate After returning from Madurai, Janaki seemed different. Her recent meeting with her old school friend Archana had brought a fresh energy to her. Despite the years, their bond had remained strong. After eight years, Janaki had finally visited Archana in Madurai to spend some quality time together. Archana had a well-mannered, responsible son named Sanjay, who worked in a private firm. Her husband was employed at a bank. During the visit, Janaki noticed Sanjay’s composed demeanor and found him to be an ideal match — and a thought sparked in her mind. Janaki had a niece, Nandhini, the daughter of her sister-in-law Radhika, who worked in the U.S. Janaki’s only son was married, so she had been thinking of finding a good match for Nandhini. Sanjay seemed perfect. Janaki knew that Radhika and her husband were looking for a groom from the U.S. for their daughter. Though she was unsure if they would agree to consider someone from India, Janaki’s husband Bharath, who understood his sister well, didn’t discourage her. He believed it was worth trying. That evening, Janaki and Bharath visited Radhika’s house. Over tea, Janaki shared details about Sanjay — a handsome, respectable young man, the son of her close friend Archana. To Janaki’s surprise, Radhika responded calmly, “I just received a message from Nandhini. She has already decided to marry someone. She’ll give us the full details soon.” Janaki was disappointed. She had not expected Nandhini to make such a decision without involving the family. Fifteen minutes later, Nandhini called from the U.S. She explained that she had met someone through a social platform, admired his creative and digital talents, and they had mutually decided to get married. She would soon come to Bengaluru to introduce him, and he would also visit her home with his family. A week later, Janaki and her family were invited to Radhika’s house to meet the boy. At 4 PM, the young man arrived with his parents in a taxi. Janaki, who had briefly stepped into the restroom, came out a few minutes later and was utterly shocked — the boy was none other than Sanjay, sitting beside her friend Archana. Sanjay and Nandhini had been friends for over two years. They had met online, connected deeply, and decided to marry after understanding each other well. Nandhini would now join the Indian branch of her company in Bengaluru, and Sanjay had received an offer there too. Janaki was overjoyed — her unspoken wish had come true, though in the most unexpected way. Archana was equally surprised and moved by how destiny aligned with her friend’s heartfelt desire. Two months later, Sanjay and Nandhini began working in Bengaluru and moved into a new apartment. Archana and her husband also got transferred to the same city. Janaki's wish was fulfilled — not only had her niece found a perfect match, but her dearest friend now lived close by, proving the lasting strength of true friendship. K Ragavan 3-6-25

Tribute to Actress Sowcar Janaki 875.

Tribute to Actress Sowcar Janaki – 875 Today, I fondly remember another remarkable personality from the South Indian Film Industry — none other than actress Sowcar Janaki. With a film career spanning over seven decades, she has acted in more than 400 films across four major South Indian languages — Tamil, Telugu, Kannada, and Malayalam — a truly commendable achievement. She has shared the screen with all the legendary heroes of her time, including the late Sivaji Ganesan, Gemini Ganesan, A.V.M. Rajan, Srikanth, and several leading actors from Telugu and Kannada cinema. Sowcar Janaki began her journey as a leading heroine and firmly established her identity through powerful performances. From 1949 to 1975, she was at the peak of her career, leaving a lasting impact on Indian cinema — and this is no exaggeration. Post that era, she transitioned into a versatile character actress, excelling in a wide range of roles and continuing to captivate audiences with her charm and skill. Over the years, she has been honored with numerous accolades, including: Tamil Nadu State Film Award for Iru Kodugal Rajyotsava Award from the Karnataka Government Simha Award Kalaimamani Award And many more prestigious honors. I have had the pleasure of watching many of her unforgettable performances. A few that I always cherish include: Iru Kodugal Uyarntha Manithan Puthiya Paravai Ethir Neechal Bhama Vijayam Pavai Vilakku Kumudham Annai Kadavulai Kanden Akka Thangai Bhagyalakshmi Kasthuri Paar Magaley Paar Maanavan Thunaivan Needhi (and many others I may have missed) Her performance in Iru Kodugal as a collector was extraordinary — her dialogue delivery still resonates with me. In Uyarntha Manithan, her portrayal of a disciplined character was equally memorable. She worked extensively with the legendary K. Balachander, and their collaborations were cinematic gems. One of her masterpieces is Thillu Mullu, where she starred alongside Rajinikanth and the late Thengai Srinivasan. That film continues to bring joy with each rewatch. Her early days in stage dramas further enhanced her acting depth, making her one of the few actresses to master both stage and screen. I have been fortunate to meet her on three occasions, and each time I was deeply impressed by her knowledge, humility, and discipline. A close friend introduced us, and I still keep in touch with her. To me, she is not only a great artist but also a good friend, philosopher, guide, conversationalist, and above all, a wonderful human being. Just a few months ago, I watched her in the film Thambi, where she played the grandmother's role with grace alongside Karthi, Sathyaraj, and Jyothika. Even today, she continues to captivate audiences with her elegance and authenticity. She is not only admired in the film fraternity but also loved by millions of fans across generations. I write this humble tribute with my limited knowledge and utmost respect. If there are any errors, I kindly ask readers to forgive them. Whenever I meet her, I call her "Amma", a word she deeply cherishes — and I am always moved by her warm response. Today, I feel immense joy in paying tribute to this versatile and talented actress who made a significant impact on the Indian film industry. – K. Ragavan 2-6-25

Small Story 264.

Small Story 264: The Simple Formula by Ram Ram was chatting with his friend Ramesh during their usual evening meeting when he received a call from his wife, Pankajam. “Rajan and Suresh have come to see you,” she said. “They’re waiting at home. They said they’ll share the news once you arrive. I’m also just leaving and will be home in ten minutes.” Ram quickly wrapped up his meeting and headed home. At his apartment, Rajan and Suresh—sons of Ram’s close friends—were eagerly waiting. “Sir,” Rajan began, “we followed your advice and restricted our hobbies during exam time, just like you said. Because of that, we were able to focus better and scored very well!” Suresh added, “I got excellent results in Chemistry, and Rajan has earned great recognition in Physiotherapy!” Ram was overjoyed. The boys had applied his simple formula—to pause distractions during crucial periods—and it had paid off. Their success was a testament to how a small change in discipline could yield big rewards. To celebrate, Ram offered them gulab jamun prepared by Pankajam, in return for the mysorepak they had brought. After spending a joyful evening together, Rajan and Suresh left, their hearts full of gratitude and happiness. Later, Ram’s friends Vandhana and Kousik also expressed their heartfelt thanks for Ram’s simple, non-intrusive, yet powerful advice. K.Ragavan 2-6-25