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Don't marry a man whose salary is less than 5 lac!

எம் பி பி எஸ் பாஸ் ஆகி ஒரு தனியார் மருத்துவமனையில் டாக்டர் ஆக காலையில் வேலைக்கு சேர்ந்தார் இந்த இளம்பெண். வெளி நோயாளிகளாக அனுப்ப வேண்டியவர்களை பணம் பிடுங்குவதற்காக வலுக்கட்டாயமாக ஐசியூவில் சேர்க்க சொல்லி ஹாஸ்பிடல் நிர்வாகம் கட்டாயப்படுத்தியது. இப்படி மனசாட்சிக்கு விரோதமாக செயல்பட முடியாது என கூறி அன்றைய தினமே மாலை ராஜினாமா செய்து விட்டார். அகில இந்திய அளவில் இது இப்போது வைரலாகிக் கொண்டு இருக்கிறது!!!!!

This story is controversial but it's true. The Kavacha That Came Back ! In the summer of 1981, I was a young doctor preparing for my MD examinations. The pressure was immense, and the stars seemed to be against me. An astrologer had looked at my chart and delivered a grim prediction: I would fail in my first attempt. The words lingered like a shadow. My father, Dr. T. Sankaran — a renowned entomologist, often called the father of biocontrol in India, with an insect species named after him — was not one to leave things to fate alone. A practical scientist by training, he had seen enough of life to respect forces beyond the microscope. When he heard the astrologer’s warning, he decided to seek help from an unusual quarter. He took me to Prof. R. T. Thevar, a well-known Tantric from Palani, Tamil Nadu. Prof. Thevar lived simply in his modest home in Anaimalai Puram Colony, Palani His letterhead proudly announced him as “Tantric,” complete with a post box number and pin code. After listening to our situation, he prepared a Kavacha — a protective talisman — and gave it to me with very specific instructions. “Wear this with faith,” he said, “and follow every rule I have given you. Do not let it come near a mashana (cremation ground).” I carried the Kavacha with me through the days leading up to the exam. But when the results came, the astrologer’s prediction proved true. I had failed. Disheartened, I returned the Kavacha to Prof. Thevar. A few days later, a worn envelope arrived. Inside was the same Kavacha, carefully wrapped, along with a handwritten letter on his old letterhead paper. Dated 13/8/81, it read in blue ink: “Dear client, You ought not to have returned the Kavacha! However you may again use the Kavacha and appear for the Exam. Yours faithfully, R. T. Thevar” The directness of the letter made me smile despite everything. There was no scolding, just a firm instruction to try again with the same talisman. I wore the Kavacha once more, this time with greater resolve. And in my second attempt, I passed. Some months later, I had the opportunity to meet Prof. Thevar in person. He looked at me calmly and said, “Think carefully. Did you strictly follow all the instructions I gave you the first time?” I reflected deeply. Then it struck me. Just before my first MD exam, my close friend Baliga had lost his mother. In the midst of grief and friendship, I had accompanied him to the burning ghat — the mashana. I was wearing the Kavacha that day. I had gone there to support my friend, never imagining that this single act of compassion had inadvertently broken one of the most important rules given by the Tantric. Prof. Thevar nodded when I told him. “That is why it did not work the first time,” he said simply. “The energy was disturbed.” Years have passed since that letter arrived in 1981. The creased, taped paper with its blue handwriting still sits safely with me — a fragile but powerful reminder of faith, science, and the mysterious ways in which life sometimes works. My father’s scientific mind and Prof. Thevar’s tantric wisdom came together that year in an unusual partnership. And somewhere in between the laboratory and the sacred fire, I learned that sometimes, even a small oversight can change the course of events… and that second chances, when given with an open heart, can rewrite our story

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