Thirukkural Wisdom: A Life-Changing Story of Rain, Ruin, and Redemption | Chapter 2:5 Explained
Dive into the profound wisdom of Thirukkural with this captivating story inspired by Chapter 2, Verse 5: “Rain by its absence ruins men; and by its existence restores them to fortune.” Join Rajamani and Mali in a gripping tale of survival, resilience, and redemption as they face a life-threatening crisis aboard a submarine. This video blends ancient Tamil philosophy with modern storytelling, offering timeless lessons on how nature—or fate—can both destroy and rebuild. Perfect for those who love thought-provoking stories, ancient wisdom, and exploring life’s deeper meanings. Whether you’re a Thirukkural enthusiast or someone seeking inspiration, this video will leave you reflecting on the “rain” in your own life—what brings you prosperity and what challenges you to grow. Don’t miss this unique blend of philosophy and storytelling! #Thirukkural #AncientWisdom #InspirationalStories #LifeLessons #TamilPhilosophy #ThirukkuralADay #TAD #MotivationalContent
The script:
கெடுப்பதூஉம் கெட்டார்க்குச் சார்வாய்மற் றாங்கே
எடுப்பதூஉம் எல்லாம் மழை.
Rain by its absence ruins men; and by its existence restores them to fortune."
Have you ever faced a situation where something vital was missing—money, time, or even motivation—and it made everything fall apart? How did you recover?
In your life, who or what plays the role of ‘rain’—something that, when present, brings prosperity, and when absent, creates difficulty?
“Dearest Lata, this may be the last letter I write to you, " Rajamani put the pen down wondering if it was his last hour.
Thirty-six hours earlier, Rajamani had entered a submarine and met his friend and chef, Mali. Unexpectedly, the submarine went underwater. Rajamani started working on the real job that he was hired to do on the sub, installing his magic oven. But, the sub had descended too deep. The crew was working to pull themselves out of the abyss, when there was a sudden power loss. In the darkness that ensued, Mali had an asthmatic attack and Rajamani decided to stay right next to him to comfort him.
The darkness in the kitchen was suffocating, but Rajamani’s mind was racing. The Thirukkural he had recalled earlier now took on a deeper meaning:
கெடுப்பதூஉம் கெட்டார்க்குச் சார்வாய்மற் றாங்கே
எடுப்பதூஉம் எல்லாம் மழை.
Rain by its absence ruins men; and by its existence restores them to fortune.”
It was a stark reminder of how nature—or fate—could both destroy and rebuild. The power drain had brought them to the brink of ruin, but perhaps there was still a way to turn things around.
The lights came back on.
Rajamani took off Mali’s chef hat to use it as a pillow.
I don’t think I can hang on any longer just waiting around.
As though Mali could read his thoughts, Mali pointed to a peculiar device mounted on the wall.
“Is that a communication device?”
Rajamani picked up the handset and said, “Hello.. hello.. I am Rajamani from the kitchen. Anybody… anybody… we need help.”
“Not now. We are busy.”
“Medical emergency, Chef Mali is not doing well.”
All he could hear was a crackle. He wondered if they heard him.
“Hello… Hello…”
No response.
The darkness in the kitchen was suffocating, but Rajamani’s mind raced. The Thirukkural he had recalled earlier echoed in his thoughts: “Rain by its absence ruins men; and by its existence restores them to fortune.” The power drain he caused had brought them to ruin, but perhaps, like rain, there was still a chance for redemption.
A loud hiss pierced the air, followed by the sound of rushing water.
The water level started rising. Rajamani’s immediate concern was Mali.
Rajamani attempted to support Mali, but the torund chef lay listless and unresponsive. He carefully positioned himself under Mali’s armpits and strained to lift him into a more upright position. However, Mali’s weight proved too great, leaving Rajamani struggling to budge him.
“We’ve got a leak!” someone shouted. Panic spread as water flooded in, the sub groaning under the pressure. Rajamani’s heart pounded. He had caused this.
No one heard him.
The water level kept rising, immersing Mali underwater. Rajamani struggled to keep him above water, so that he had a fighting chance.
வான்நின்று உலகம் வழங்கி வருதலால்
தான்அமிழ்தம் என்றுணரற் பாற்று
By the continuance of rain, the world is preserved in existence; it is therefore worthy to be called ambrosia.
How does something small, like a raindrop or a kind act, create massive impact?
Can wisdom truly be universal, bridging generations, cultures, and even anime universes?
The cramped yet orderly chamber lay in eerie stillness, the usual hum of the engines absent, leaving only the silent booths and the bolted-down table pressing against the walls.
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