Small Story 237.

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

Tribute 871.

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

Small Story 236.

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

Small Story 235.

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

Small Story 234.

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

Letter.

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

Small Story 233.

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