The Light That Saves

Daev Nest Script

As the night sky of Deepavali shimmered with dazzling fireworks, the village square glowed brighter still — not from the bursts of light above, but from the gathering of people eager to listen, learn, and share. It was the annual awareness fair organized by the Ranka Jain Foundation, a celebration not only of light but of compassion, wisdom, and human connection.

At the heart of the event stood an elderly storyteller, his voice calm yet firm, weaving tales that touched the listeners’ souls.

“Children,” he began, smiling at the curious faces before him, “the glow of Deepavali should come from your hearts, not from the burns on your skin or sparks in your eyes. Protect them — for through your eyes, you see the world; through your skin, you feel its love.”

A young boy named Aarav raised his hand eagerly. “But uncle,” he asked, “how can we celebrate without fireworks?”

The story teller chuckled softly. “Ah, little one, you can still celebrate! Just be wise. Watch from a safe distance, wear cotton clothes, and never forget that your joy must never cause harm — not even to yourself.”

The audience nodded, murmuring in appreciation. Then, his voice deepened, carrying the weight of another tale — one that silenced even the children’s whispers.

“There was once a man,” he said, “who passed away before he could complete all his dreams. But in his passing, he gave others the gift of life — his eyes to one who could not see, his heart to one that had almost stopped beating. He lived on through others, a true almsgiver even after death.”

The crowd felt the message ripple through them. An elderly woman wiped a tear. Another man whispered, “That’s real liberation — to keep living by giving.”

And it was then that Ashok Jain Ranka, the founder of the Ranka Jain Foundation, quietly stepped forward.

“My friends,” he said, his voice warm, “Deepavali is the festival of light, and our lives can be lamps too. Every small act of kindness — awareness about eye and skin safety, a pledge to donate organs, or simply spreading a word of care — all these become flames that guide humanity toward sanctification.

”He paused, looking at the people gathered. “That is our neo-humanism — realizing that we are one, beyond body and beyond time.”

Applause filled the air. For a moment, the sky and the hearts of the villagers seemed equally radiant — a harmony of light within and without.

The fair concluded not with fireworks, but with soft lamps being lit in memory of those who had given the gift of life. The night carried whispers of gratitude and renewed purpose.

As the banners of Ranka Jain Foundation (RJF) fluttered in the cool night breeze, their message shone clear:

“Life’s gift to others is the truest light of all. Live through others as God’s boon, and be helping as an almsgiver.”

(Narration by: M M Dev, Co-ordinator, Mobile Phone #: +91 962 006 7800, e-mail: dni.prcapital@gmail.com)

A Light Beyond Life: Harish’s Gift of Sight

 Daev Nest Script

In a small village near Tumkur, a young man named Harish dreamed of creating a better life for his mother. His journey, however, took an unexpected and tragic turn when he met with a fatal accident. Yet, in those final, fleeting moments, Harish made a choice that would illuminate countless lives—he chose to donate his eyes.

That selfless act did more than restore sight to others; it awakened an entire community. Inspired by Harish’s decision, his fellow villagers came together to pledge their own eyes, setting in motion India’s first-ever mass eye donation campaign. What began as one young man’s compassion soon became a movement of humanity, spreading hope far beyond the borders of his village.

Filmmaker Mrs. Maya Chandra, the creative force behind MAYA Films, captured this extraordinary story in the short documentary "Maanava: Harish’s Story of Selflessness and Compassion." Through her lens, the world witnessed how a humble soul’s final gesture became a symbol of light, empathy, and transformation. The film not only honors Harish’s sacrifice but echoes a message that transcends language—one that proves, as the saying goes, “Inspiration is a language that the deaf can hear and the blind can see.”

Moved by this message, Ashok Jain Ranka, Founder and Humanitarian of the Ranka Jain Foundation (RJF), extends heartfelt gratitude to Mrs. Chandra for immortalizing Harish’s story. RJF—an organization devoted to human body and organ donation, and social upliftment—has taken Harish’s legacy to heart. With guidance from coordinators like M. M. Dev, the foundation continues to champion the cause of organ donation, urging people to give others the gift of life even after their own time on earth ends.

As Ranka beautifully puts it, “Life is a gift to others; live through them as God’s boon and be a helping alms giver.” Through their collective commitment, Harish’s eternal vibration continues to spread—reminding us all that even in death, compassion lives on.

Maanava: Harish’s Story of Selflessness and Compassion | MAYA Films https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qp1SylxOCd8

Who Am I?

In the twilight of my life, I often ask myself: Who am I?

The days no longer rush past with work, there is no strict routine binding me, and the house that once echoed with voices and footsteps has now fallen into a silence where only the faint hum of peace remains.

Perhaps it is only now, in these quiet moments, that I have begun to understand my true self. Once upon a time, I built grand bungalows, raised farm-houses, and poured money into businesses of every size.

I chased success relentlessly—yet today, I find myself confined within four walls, wondering what all of it really meant. The wheel of my life once spun fast—from a bicycle to a moped, from moped to bike, and from bike to car.

I raced forward, chasing speed and luxury, but now, I move slowly… my footsteps small and careful, and often, I walk only within the narrow space of a room, alone. Nature laughs softly at my restlessness and asks, "Who are you, my friend?"

And I can only whisper in reply, "I am… just me." I once set my sights upon kingdoms, traveled through nations, and walked continents beneath my feet.

But today, the distance of my travels is nothing more than the short walk between the drawing room and the kitchen. I studied culture, tradition, and values from across the world, but now, I begin to feel that the greatest task still left undone is simply to understand my own family.

Again, Nature smiles knowingly and repeats, "Who are you, my friend?"

And again, I reply with the only truth I know: "I am… just me. "There was a time when birthdays, engagements, and weddings were celebrated in a blur of music, color, and laughter.

Today, even when I step out to buy vegetables, I count every coin carefully.

Once, I could feed cows and stray dogs by the handful, but now, even arranging a meal for myself feels like a burden. My wealth—the gold and silver, the diamonds and pearls—sleeps silently inside iron lockers.

The suits and blazers that once carried me through meetings and ceremonies are still hanging, untouched, like forgotten dreams in a cupboard.

Today, I live most comfortably in the softness of simple cotton clothes, unburdened, unadorned, content with their gentle embrace. Languages once flowed freely on my tongue—English, French, Hindi—but now, all the peace I truly seek comes when I read in the language of my mother. There was a time when I traveled endlessly for work, making deals, chasing profit, managing loss.

Now all that remains is the silent arithmetic of memories.

I ran businesses, raised a family, cared for relationships,and yet, in this stage of life, the warmest company I often find is that of a neighbor who simply greets me with a smile: "How are you?"

Once, I strictly followed the rules, pursued excellence in studies, and believed knowledge to be my greatest strength.

But now, I have realized that none of it matters as much as the small truths of life: love, kindness, and peace of mind. After a lifetime of victories and failures, in one quiet, unguarded moment, my soul finally whispered: "Enough… prepare yourself, traveler."

The time for the final journey approaches…"Nature, gentle as ever, smiles at me once again and asks, "Who are you, my friend?"

This time, I bow my head and answer, "O Nature, you are me, and I am you. Once, I longed to soar in the sky, but today, I find joy in humbly touching the earth. Forgive me, grant me one more chance to live—not as a machine made to earn wealth, but as a true human being, a soul filled with values, surrounded by family, nurtured by love."