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Good morning Listeners,
Today's movie is "Sees Kaddi".

Production Design & Executive Producer :Krithi Nannaiah

Director Of Photography:
Suneil Narasimhamurthy

Screenplay & Dialogues:

Akarsha Kamala

Akshara Bharadwaj

Sharath K Parvathvani

Jayanth Venkat

Mahendra Gowda

Music Director : K C Balasarangan

Written & Directed By
Rathan Gangadhar

Every molecule of creation has its own story

from the beginning of the story which has no end, to the end of the story which has no beginning

From the drop of a rain to the selfgrown crop of grain, each has their own beautiful stories.

Some are stories of imagination, some are stories of experience

some are stories of seeing, some are stories of haunting

some are stories that leaves a question, some are stories that will give an answer.

Your victories and loss
will decide who you are.

You might be 'The Great Vikram'
to this world.

But I don't need that.

I'll return only after you
lose the arrogance in you.

Goodbye Vikram.

A man doesn't die when he loses.

He dies the moment the
process of learning stops.

Well, I shall leave now.

Whether it's your mother or I..

It doesn't matter who's telling
you to correct your mistakes.

[MAN CHUCKLES]

A man can't do it all alone.

An incident or a person who influenced
a man, shapes his personality.

Saying 'Me, myself and I' will only...

[MAN CONTINUES TO LAUGH]

Let me carry it for you.

No, thank you. It's okay.

Come on. Give it to me.

Have you seen me before?

Do you know who are the
real poor in this world?

A man who has no one
to share his love with.

To sit in an empty room, keep looking by
the window to see if someone will come...

The man who waits to see if
someone will come by today...

...is you and I.

I can't forget your eyes.

Neither can I not look at them.

Life is bigger than lonely moments.

Is there no one you can call your own?

I did.

The mic on the stage...

The tambourine and cymbals.

The costumes and accessories.

Many would step on the
stage and garland me.

A garland of money.

They would fold their
hands out of respect.

Some would fall at my feet.

I would cook up fables!

♪ Our earth is an earthen pot,
inside it, goes on a fair ♪

♪ Our earth is an earthen pot,
inside it, goes on a fair ♪

♪ Those who are out to
sell their loneliness ♪

♪ Those who have lived the
length and breadth of life ♪

If you send him to the forest,
right at the beginning, what next?

Keep reading.

♪ Our earth is an earthen pot,
inside it, goes on a fair ♪

Despite having it everyone and
everything, I'm a loner.

I was someone who believed
that I was above all.

If I lost the 'I' in me,
I might get it all back.

Maybe everyone might come back.

♪ The Supreme being
knows the way of life ♪

♪ He’s filled the
life with essence ♪

♪ He’s given us all a graphite
tool called knowledge ♪

♪ Not to forget the canvas
of life he’s spread for us ♪

♪ The Supreme being
knows the way of life ♪

♪ He’s filled the
life with essence ♪

♪ He’s given us all a graphite
tool called knowledge ♪

♪ Not to forget the canvas
of life he’s spread for us ♪

♪ Listen to thy self ♪

♪ Listen to thy consciousness ♪

♪ Listen to thy self Listen
to thy consciousness ♪

♪ Until you see it ♪

♪ Until you’re guided
by the unseen hand ♪

♪ Earth is an earthen pot,
inside it, goes on a fair ♪

God! What is this?!

This is a locally sourced elixir.

People like you drink
this to become Gods.

People like me drink this to
become Demigods like Betaala.

Yeah. There it is.

You are Vikrama and I am Betaala.
[FOLKLORE REFERENCE]

Inside Barbarika's mind
was an innocent child.

Bethala began his story and Vikrama began to search for the depth of this story.

What name will I give a Nameless character.

Happy Birthday my darling.
- Thank you, Appa.

God! You're thirteen now.

You're a teenager.
Not a kid any more.

You're at the cusp of adulthood.

Fine. I know.

You said the same thing
on my birthday last year.

Good Morning, Amma.

Good Morning my queen!

Happy Birthday!
- Thank you, Amma.

Princess...

Wish you a Happy...
- Thank you, Kempajji.

Madam has made 'Bibina' for you.

You're still
calling it 'Bibina'.

Come on. Let's taste it.

Two measures of flower as
usual, right?

What's up, doll?

You look so beautiful wearing this
skirt and sporting the Vermillion dot.

I knew you'd have forgotten.

Today is my birthday.

Oh no! You're right.

Have some sweets.

May God bless you with everything.

Thank you, Ajji.
- Take care.

Hema!

Take this.

This is beautiful.

Thank you so much.

Ajji is being reminded of Hema.

Greetings madam. How are you?

I'm good. What about you?

I'm good too.
- It's her birthday today.

Of course, I remember her star signs.
Aashwija Maasa, Shukla paksha.

In the name of Bakula Devi...
[PRIEST CONTINUES TO CHANT PRAYERS]

♪ HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU! ♪

This feels exactly like
the Dorian hurricane.

I was in the USA during
the Sandy Hurricane.

It was extremely devastating.

Ananda, what an irony!

We're discussing the names of their floods and hurricanes!

Back to square one.

Do you have to discuss
this every time you meet us?

Ananda, if you don't ace this shot, it's time you get a name.

Not a problem.
- You're all talk.

I aced it.

Consistency gives steady speed, steady speed gives skill, skill gives triumph

Today's weather forecast.

A cloudy day.

Forewarning of rain.

Did the weather
department get it right?

That remains my worry.

For a tag that wasn't meant for him,
Suri stood and sat back like a dunce.

I don't know when
he'll learn the game.

That remains my worry.

Kateesha has been
running since a while.

But poor boy always forget to
tag someone and keeps running.

Where did he go?

Was he still at home?

We've been defeated and buried.

But that scribble-bum,
still hasn't joined the game.

Can I get some tea?

Can we get some tea here?

Yeah. Sit.

Are you the only one here?
- Yes.

I work here.

Looks like an old restaurant.

How old is it?

Pretty old.

Got anything to chew?

He means something to chomp.

To eat. Got anything?

Yes. What do you want?

What do you have?

Well, there's Rotti and chutney.

How about some Gundupangala?

Tea?

Was it hot?

Was it at least good?

How much?
- Five bucks.

Tell the foreigner lady that this
hotel won't work for the shoot.

Why should I? You tell her.

My English is just like this hotel.
Broken.

You're right.

The roof is shaky and
tea is all they have.

Kho [Tag]!

Raveesha, we were acing the game.

How long do we guard the
fort with our butts hanging?!

Eons ago, Kho-Kho was played
using Carrots (Chariots).

Once upon a time they
were doing what?!

What's up man?

You're swaying all over!

Plexibooty (Flexibility)!

What does that mean?

Let me show you.

PLEXIBOOTY!

Raveesha!

How did you learn about "plexibooty"?

Couple of days ago,
father was reading a book, Suri.

I was asleep next to him.

He kept turning pages...
- Then?!

Suddenly, a girl sprang from the book.

Hand on one side.

Leg on the other.

Head on a whole other side.

It was written in bold letters.

Plexibooty.

Plexibooty is not just for the body,
but for the mind too.

That explains it.

If you didn't get it,
ask me again, Suri.

I'll explain. I don't mind.

His brain is like a fortress.

Nothing will enter or exit it.

Forget a fortress,
it's not even as big as Obavva's Kindi.

What happened man?

I'm quitting this school.

Really?!

Really?

Yes, Raveesha.

Grandpa asked me to do something
that I can make sense out of.

So, I'm going to stay with him.

He's in to sculpting.

So I'll join him in that.

Let my story be.

I heard you're leaving town.
Is that true?

What? No way!

To the city?

There's no way I'm going.

City must be good, right?

You'll get Pizza too.

Tell me what could beat
my Grandma's Ravae Dosae.

I'm not going to the city.
- But why?!

If I got a chance,
I would leave in a jiffy.

Your father tells everyone
who goes to his hotel.

"We are moving to the city."

By everyone,
he must mean a handful, right?

Maybe to eight or nine people?

What happened?

Scribbling is all he does.

Come on now. Let's go.

Be it fragrance or malodorous, won't the
wind carry them both, without any bias?

Be it a hut or a palace, won't the
sun rays shine light on them both?

Be it a poor man or a wealthy man,
won't the rains drench them both alike?

Be it a pious man or a sinner,
isn't the earth carrying them both?

Be it a good man or a bad man,

Why O' heart do you
bother unnecessarily?

Isn't it enough to be aware
of yourself and live on...

What's up, Mr. Shyam?

That is enough, right?

[WHISTLES]

Is this really for me, Master?

Yes, Mister.

But why Master?

Don't want it, Mister?

I do.

Of course, I do Master.

"I want, I want",
kept demanding the man.

What does that mean, Master?

If you want this pen, answer my question.

Sure.

How will you use this pen?

I'll hold it like this and write.

Nope. Try again.

I'll fill the ink first.

Then, I will write 'Shri' on the paper.

And then...

Here's how you should use the pen.

Every stroke, every consonant...

Every sign to a vowel,
every word or even a single alphabet...

It should spill all of your
God-given gift on the paper.

Got it?
- Not really, Master.

Master,
why are you giving me this pen?

For this.

Your essay is average at its best.

But, your handwriting?

You see the beauty of nature?

Around our village lies all sorts of
flora, fauna and the mountains.

They are all God's
own handwriting.

Your handwriting is
capable of describing the

...beauty of God's work on
a simple sheet of paper.

Your talent isn't an ordinary
one, Raveesha.

It is on another level.

The one who gives tears and stuggles, will also give a solution to erase the tears.

Look at these aeroplanes.

Look at them flying on the map
without crashing into each other.

Tea?

Yuck! Disgusting!

People go to Bengaluru to
learn all sorts of things.

You being my nephew, couldn't
learn to make a decent cup of tea.

Manji, come here and
give the tea to Sir.

Please have your tea, Sir.

My father would say that if
one could get three meals and

...six cups of hot tea,
it would make for a great life.

Drink it before it cools down.

Piping hot coconut water and icy
cold tea are like our Lavanna here.

Good-for-nothing.
- Watch what I do!

If you touch the radio,
I'll smash all these glasses.

Am I like uncle to get
scared to your threats?!

Why do you drag me
into this every time?

Manji, you and his
glasses are on your own.

I'm leaving.

Is that what it is now?

Last week,
when Saroja came by for tea.

What did you tell?

What did I say?!

If Saroja was your aunt, why on earth
would I have to drink this disgusting tea?

This! I've told this very thing to
Aunt on my way here this morning.

You blockhead!

You ruined my home, didn't you?

Go home!

A slipper or a
broomstick awaits you!

Just 'cause I couldn't take it on
you, I chose another victim.

Tea was great.

If only you'd told this
in front of my uncle.

So what?

When I come over tomorrow,
I'll repeat the same thing.

What?! Did you just say
that you'll come back again?

You must be a god-sent!

Sir, take a quick glance over there.

But he knows Kannada.

As if a photograph
speaks a language.

So what? Let's get a
picture clicked together.

Please come back tomorrow.
I'll get all dolled up for the picture.

Fine.
- Lavanna!

Listen to the words.

Why wait?
Get it clicked tomorrow.

[READERS] The only man
who's ever returned for a

...second cup of tea in this
hotel has been his uncle.

If you end up coming tomorrow...
- What the heck!

You guys hog the bench all day.

To top that,
I've to bear with your mockery.

You guys should be
thrashed black and blue.

Lava, we meant repeat customers.

Not about wastrels like us.

Aunty?
- Manji, come in.

There are some books of Nirmala.

So only,
I told Putta to inform you.

Go on. Take them.

Manji?
- Hmmm?

Did you finish reading all
the books you took last time?

Yes, I already did.

I thought of asking for more.

By then, Manjayya teacher came by
the shop and gave a couple of books.

Why do you speak this way?

Are we strangers to you?

If you need them,
ask for it without hesitating.

Sure, Aunty.

Aunty!

Yes, Manji?

Here, take some fried snacks.

Give some to your father too.

Okay, Aunty.
I shall leave now.

Grandma, I shall leave.

God bless you!

In this lap of Mother Nature,
there are thrilling flower gardens around.

Birds that spread their wings and
fly are the guests who visit often.

The swaying wind is taking
me to you with open arms.

Those who live in your
lap, are the blessed ones.

The sun's rays are unabashedly unbiased.

Can we ever become like you?

Poems are born out of gush of words, a poet is born out of realm of papers.

Greetings Kumaranna!

Come in, son.
Take it.

Everybody takes the vows
after tying the knots.

You on the other hand,
say the vows and then tie the knots.

What's wrong?

Looks like you liked
the movie only in parts.

If everybody pays up only for the
parts of the movie they liked,

...the producer will have to go out
on the streets, seeking alms.

Let them make a great movie
and go on a world tour.

Who's stopping them, Kumaranna?

You make me laugh
even when I'm pissed.

That is why I like you.

Only after a hot burning silencer
is cooled, can you kick start it.

I shall go now.

If I keep chatting with you,
the silencer at my home will heat up.

Carry on.
- See you.

What's up, Veereshanna?
Looks like business is going well.

Who knows how well it's going?

There are two other stores
right around mine now.

If two more stores come up,
I'll be busy squatting flies.

Until I'm here,
you won't get a chance to sit idle.

Only because of regular customers
like you am I breathing fine.

If not, by now I just be squatting flies.

Veereshanna,
you know what I want better than I do.

Only because I do know,
my store remains open.

Else, by now I had to shut shop.

See you, Veereshanna.

Gudiya?

Did you get her more colour pencils?!

No matter how much I refuse,
you don't listen to me.

No matter how much paper I give her,
she won't stop doodling on the walls.

She's doodled all over and has
turned the walls into a scrap board.

Come on, Ammi.

How could you call
that a scrap board?

Those tiny hands can make every
scribble look like a painting.

You both are made
for each other.

Make her scribble or doodle,
I'll leave it to you.

Grandpa, take this.

You left early in the
morning and you're back now.

You slog all day on an empty stomach.

You slog to take care of us all.
Fine! I get that.

But how long can you go if you
don't take care of your own health?

My health depends on
all of your well-being.

My hunger means nothing in front of the
hunger to take good care of all of you.

Your comebacks
leave me speechless.

Dadu, have a smoke at your pace.

Your smoke has overtaken the
smell of mosquito coil at home.

Really? Get me another pack of beedis
from tomorrow instead of mosquito coils.

Yeah, right.

I'm tired of getting scolded
by Ammi for these beedis.

Smoking beedis are harmful for health.

My health?

If you collect all the beedis I smoked,
you can burn my body on a pyre with them.

I've smoked so much and
you think it'll affect me?

What are you looking at?
Take out your money.

Okay.

Look at you gambling with kids who
are fit to be your grandchildren.

Is this really the age to gamble?
- What the heck!

Do the cards read,
'Oldies can't gamble'?

Would you quit if it did?
- One hundred percent.

By that logic, the beedi pack
claims it's harmful to smoke.

Quit and prove me wrong.

It claims to be harmful.

Does it ask us not to smoke it?

If only you'd use this intelligence four
decades ago, we could've lived a royal life.

All you did was open up
four branches of your family

...and contributed to
the country's population.

Countless children took
away all of your wealth.

Nobody bothered to
take you in though.

You guys are at it again.

Show!

I lost my money because of you.

All he does is lose money.

The day he makes any,
there'll be an earthquake.

Did you make arrangements
for Gudiya's education?

Don't worry. I'll handle it.

You are dreaming the dreams
we're supposed to dream.

You are enduring the hardships
we're supposed to endure.

How do I not worry? You tell me.

Before I could even question Allah for showering
us with difficulties, he sent you as our answer.

You're assuming that
I'm struggling to earn.

I've accepted that
I'm enjoying the job.

Haven't you always told me that a man needs
to work an extra mile to enjoy his meal?

I would be happy if you were
of the age to work hard.

How can I be happy to see a child working
hard, when you should be out playing?

Gudiya is of the age to play.

If we want her to prosper,
I have to work today.

Not to forget that I
work for Hussain Uncle.

[RADIO] Greetings!

You're listening to Vividha
Bharathi, Akashavani Channel.

Welcome to the
Chitramanjari program.

I'm your RJ,
Harsha Vasishta.

The first song of the day is
'Ee Sambhashane'.

Movie: Dharmasere.
- 'Dharmasere'

Direction...
- Puttanna Kanagal.

Music...
- Upendra Kumar.

Lyrics...
- Vijay Narasimha.

Singers...
- S. Janaki & S. P. Balasubramaniam

Imran Bhai, please increase the volume.

♪ This conversation ♪

♪ This lovely conversation of ours ♪

♪ Is an extremely fresh
and emotional poetry ♪

♪ Having flourished upon
the land one stood ♪

♪ Having lived the
reality in the dreams ♪

♪ For the brush that
couldn’t meet the colours ♪

♪ Beauty lies in the
colour of the skin ♪

♪ The answers lie in
the nibbling questions ♪

♪ A dry vessel smiles
looking at the water ♪

♪ Is a battle necessary
for a smile to appear? ♪

♪ Just like the night disappearing
after the daylight appears ♪

♪ My redundant life too
continues to drag on ♪

♪ For freshness too
seems to waver ♪

♪ Find your God ♪

♪ Search for yourself ♪

♪ Is this a tale or my fate? ♪

♪ Is this an act of
remembering or forgetting? ♪

♪ For the dream that the eyes measured seem to head towards a non-existent path ♪

♪ Act like you’re walking
without taking a step forward ♪

♪ Is this a tale or my fate? ♪

♪ Is this an act of
remembering or forgetting? ♪

How long can we keep going like this?

At some point of time,
we've to consider this seriously, right?

We've addressed this enough, Ani.

This is all we talk
about every time.

Today, people name their
kids after random words.

Linda or Brenda!

Give her something.

Why are you letting
others influence you?

We took this decision after
thinking through all possibilities.

Didn't you name your child yet?

How do you expect to
open a bank account?

As she grows up,
there'll be more issues it deal with.

Let's solve them for her.

We are not abandoning our child.

We are just not dictating what
or who she wants to become.

What name will you give her
in the wedding invitation?

The girl without a name?

She's her mother.
- Just like a nameless brand.

I've heard your
philosophy, Anand.

Why the hell do you need our daughter to
experiment your ideologies and principles?

Hi D'souza Ma'am!

How was your vacation?

Ma'am, you didn't wish
me on my birthday.

I was waiting for your
call, you know?

Happy Birthday.

Wow!

Everybody should practice
the Hindola Raaga well.

Your group can perform for half
an hour in the next programme.

The notes need to settle
in a couple of places.

Okay madam.

Do you realise where
you're going wrong?

We are misjudging the
notes in the stanzas.

Try singing the notes.

That's where we're going wrong.

Listen carefully.

Everybody practice it well.

Aarabhi, you haven't bought
the electronic tanpura, right?

Not yet.
- Fine.

Buy one soon and
practice with it.

Heyya Nameless!

Madam could've called
her Baiju Bawra instead of Aarabhi!

What does Bawra mean?
- A lunatic!

Heyya Nameless!
Want some Cheetos?

Even chips have been named.
But her father hasn't named her!

Hey useless!

Nameless! Shameless! [IN UNISON]

Hey darling!
Did you see my 'Best of 70s' vinyl?

Woah!
Would you look at that?

Look at shine so bright!

Ditto like Balu uncle's pate.

You're right. Just like his head.

Oy Balu Uncle!

Oy Balu Uncle!

What is it?

Bend down and show your head.
- Get lost!

Come on! Just once.

This is so unfair.

And why's that?

They've given a good
writer a great pen.

You chimp!
What do you mean?

Does an overflowing river need rain?

Shouldn't a land dry as
a desert get some rain?

WOAH!
[IN UNISON]

What a line, my boy!

The Great Sh*t-terateur!

Mother, what's wrong?

Your face has aged so much.

Look here! My master...

Has given me a handful of money.

Look! Handful of money.

Look here.

Listen...
- What is it?

What do I do, Chenna?

Will you come to the city with me?

To the city?

Look here.

The accounts are all empty.

No. Let me boil some milk.

Raveesha!

Reduce the TV volume. I
can't bear that woman howling!

That wasn't the TV, grandma!
That was amma screaming.

Raveesha, I'll teach you a lesson today.

Mother, that's a fake one.

If this scares you, I
wonder what else does.

Where did you come from man?

This one's a sly kid! Moron!

Don't hide behind her
saree. That's my spot.

Sheesh! Don't speak such things.

You must be tired.
Let's eat.

Hold up, Grandma!

Check this out.

Who gave you that?

Shivu master gave this to me.

He told me that my
handwriting is as good as God's.

Awesome, right?

What did he mean?

Who knows?

All I can say is that
he praised our boy.

You're a treasure of this house!

1958...
- Are you that old, Grandpa?

That was the last time your
Grandma called me her 'treasure'.

You'll never stop being cheesy.

Enough now. The food's ready.

Everybody freshen up.

Come on now, you jackass.

Where are you going now?

This one's a brat.
You guys come along.

Mother?!

[GRANDPA SNICKERS]

Your teeth is gone.
So has your hair.

Looks like you're losing
your pawns as well.

Where have you placed your pawns?!

Instead of placing them in your blocks,
it's strewn all over the ground.

I won't play with this old man!

Quit being dramatic.

What?!

Does theater hold no value to you?

Every year during the fair, I've asked you
to watch the 'Sadarame' play so many times.

All you gobble,
burp and fart out loud in the backyard.

Watch the play at least once.

Your numb mind
might actually work.

Keep changing your words every
time, you sly fox!

Did you just call me a sly fox?

A sly f...

Wait! Don't cough forcefully. Stop!

Take this. Quickly.

Drink it up.

Drink this.

Are you feeling better?

Grandma...

Although Grandpa's eyes are of no use, he
somehow manages to bring you some water quickly.

He kept the pillow by your
back, right?

You think he's concerned?
Tell him.

What? Let it go.

Why are you bringing it
up after so many days?

Let it remain between us.

Grandpa! Come on.
Tell me right now!

Quit shouting.

There was an astrologer
named Abbayyachari.

Once when I met him, he asked me
to take very good care of my wife.

That is all.
- Is that all?!

Ask him to continue.

He meant...

He told me that if my wife dies,
I'll die in the next half an hour.

So...

So, that's the truth!

No wonder you poop your pants every
time Grandma coughs or sneezes, right?!

Power cut.

Amma,
I'll go out and play Kho-Kho.

If I play Kho-Kho,
the power will be back.

Raveesha!

Come back inside.

Sit! You don't go looking
for a lamp in the dark.

You might end up tripping in the dark.

God! I'm done with you.

Everyone wondered how
can one play in the dark?

No matter who asked.

They stated that lions and
tigers hunt in the dark.

How would others know the
joy of playing in the dark?

Our boys were no less
than a pack of lions.

Man, let's call Chennagiri too.

Nah! Why him?

He'll be all alone.
- So what? Let him be.

Raveesha?

Isn't he your friend?

He's a strange guy.
Don't bring it up now.

Raveesha!

Can one do the flexy
booty in the dark too?

What has darkness got to do with it?
Of course you can.

I'm just wondering if
the opponents can see it.

Isn't it better if they can't see it?
- Yeah!

Raveesha! Let's finish
performing the plexibooty!

There's a power cut.

Did you get any
sweets from the hotel?

[NODS IN DISAGREEMENT]

Shiva Sir gave me a pen today.

Despite my essay being average,
he praised my handwriting to the hilt.

What?

He praised your handwriting?
- Yes, father.

Nobody else got anything.

I was the only to get a pen.
- Is that so?

Ahem!
[CLEARS THROAT]

Click pictures of a buffalo being scrubbed.

But see us scrubbing our...

Disgusting!

Who are you visiting?

Mr. Shankar's estate.

Then why are you here?

What a choice!

Take a look!

Pondu?

I was also planning to tell
you the same since then.

You came right in time.

Mr. Kumar sent me here.

Is that so? You should've
whacked him with your slipper!

With a slipper?
- Until it tears away.

Reddy is here.

Reddy, he's here for Shankarappa's estate.
[SPEAKS IN A MIX OF TELUGU-KANNADA]

I'm Shankar's friend, Fareed.

Oh no! Shankarappa had told me.

I was in Bengaluru then.

Else, I would've made
all the arrangements.

Hope everything is fine.

Not a problem.
I'm comfortable here.

But tell me one thing.
What are you doing here?

He asked for a photogenic
spot and Kumara sent him here.

Should've whacked
him with a slipper!

With a slipper?!

Raacha! Bora!

You guys be with him
and take care of him.

Sure.

Thank you, Sir.
- Nothing to be thankful for.

Until I'm here,
don't worry about anything.

Thank you, Sir.
- Huh?

Did you visit Bengaluru?

This one asks for a kiss
after fathering a child.

Take this slow poke away.

Fareed, come home for lunch tomorrow.

Brother!

Take a look!
This is right up your alley!

Did you bring me here based on my name?
- Yep!

The heart knows no
name, caste or religion.

Aren't all the Mosques, Churches and
Temples standing on the same earth?

Maybe.

So, are you saying you want to go to a temple or a church?

[CHANTS A HINDU PRAYER]

Lord Hanuman! Please protect us!

Lord Maruthi! Lord Srihari!

Brother,
will you come inside the temple?

Brother!

Don't you tell the priest your name.

Hell no!

Let me 'marriage' it for you.

Don't say a word.

I'll tell them my
parents never named me.

Sure.

Brother!

Are you telling him your name or not?

Why did he smirk like that?

Where are we off to next?

Let's walk towards the valley.

Why do you guys speak
Telugu in Kannada?

The thing is...

We are Kannadigas too.

We are a border district, right?
That should explain the blend.

Also, there's a lot of
give and take that happens.

The mix-up has kinda
led to this hodgepodge.

No other reason.

Bhai,
your phone seems to be ringing.

Must be my mother.

Want me to take
it out of the bag?

No need. I'll call her later.

You guys leave.

I'll stay here for a while and return.

No way.

Reddy will get pissed off.
- ...if we leave you alone.

Come what way,
we are not leaving you alone.

Nothing is coming my way.
You guys leave.

I'll tell Reddy that I asked you to go.

Brother, why do extremely
educated people prefer to be all alone?

None of them are alone.

Their heads are filled
with thousands of voices.

How will those voices
let them be alone?

Brother!

Does that mean you're
alone or that you're not?

Man, he keeps smirking!
- Let's leave.

Everyone's busy doing a task, but they're
all busy thinking of something else.

No matter how sad the heart is, it's a
mammoth task to hold a smile on the face.

Need for a good livelihood and a
routine life strengthens us from within.

The more we seek happiness,
the more it stays away from us.

Maybe this is the life we all live.

Shooting a movie, eh?

Nope.

Must be for a television soap.

Nope.

Just that the tree looks great.

This tree? You find it great?!

Just a few days ago...
a father and daughter committed suicide there!

They died!

Hanged themselves to death!

He knows nothing!

♪ Will the falling rains
ever discriminate? ♪

♪ The sheet of paper
continues to be afraid ♪

♪ The twirling coin
continues to twirl ♪

♪ Will the falling rains
ever discriminate? ♪

♪ The sheet of paper
continues to be afraid ♪

♪ The twirling coin
continues to twirl ♪

♪ Would the running time
ever hit a roadblock? ♪

♪ If you stand still without moving
forward, where you think you will end up? ♪

♪ Would the running time
ever hit a roadblock? ♪

♪ If you stand still without moving
forward, where you think you will end up? ♪

♪ Did you tighten the brakes? ♪

♪ For a tomorrow you
can never foresee ♪

♪ How will you survive if you
forget to live in the present? ♪

♪ Note that happiness
lies within you. ♪

♪ Will the falling rains
ever discriminate? ♪

♪ The sheet of paper
continues to be afraid ♪

♪ The twirling coin
continues to twirl ♪

♪ Will the falling rains
ever discriminate? ♪

♪ The sheet of paper
continues to be afraid ♪

♪ The twirling coin
continues to twirl ♪

♪ Why do you need anyone else? ♪

♪ Trust in yourself ♪

♪ We join our hands and pray to the
very stone that will hurt your feet ♪

♪ Why do you need anyone else? ♪

♪ Trust in yourself ♪

♪ We join our hands and pray to the
very stone that will hurt your feet ♪

♪ Can a fruit render sweet without
ever being raw, you tell me ♪

♪ Will defeat ever come to you,
if you sweat and put in your efforts? ♪

♪ The time for your shadow
to leave you has come ♪

♪ The time for your shadow
to leave you has come ♪

♪ Who are you waiting for? ♪

♪ Who here is yours? ♪

♪ Who will ask for you? ♪

♪ Where is your home? ♪

Did you tighten the brakes?

Tighten the brakes?

His screw must have loosened.

I'm supposed to change the tyre and
you want me to tighten the brakes?

Looks like last night's
booze is still kicking in.

Dumbas*! You changed the tyre
just a couple of days ago.

The new sticker is still on it.

Do I look like an idiot to
let a worry worm in my head?

Where will you find a worm here?
We've kept our shop neat and clean.

Listen! I'm already late for work!

Here you are
blabbering nonsense!

Do you want me to whack you?

Chotu! Get inside!
- Okay brother!

Sir, he's mistaken.

Give me five minutes and I'll
tighten the brakes for you.

Fix his brains first.
He'll drive everyone mad.

Toufeeq! Come here!

Like the monk who lost his
sanity by living with lunatics.

Stay with him another day
and you'll lose it too.

Fix him first.

Don't let him get to you.

Sit down for a while.

What's up Sir?
Refusing to take off, eh?

Don't even ask!
Damn this piece of junk!

One doesn't need a
gym to lose weight.

Having a bike like
this one will do.

Sir, let me give it a try.

You sure?

May God bless you!

Sir, this one's being stubborn.

Doesn't seem to be in
the mood for a ride.

Our gym is close by.
Let's give it a try over there.

You are pretty witty.

And you are?
- Sir...

I'm the gym's trainer!

Is that the one over there?
- Yes.

Chotu, whose bike is this?

What's the issue?

Belongs to the brother here.
He wanted to fill the tyres with air.

Didn't you tell me to take
good care of the customers?

Imran brother,
got his tyres filled with air.

I'm fanning him some more air.

For the 8 annas he pays, you're
giving him 5 rupees worth of drink!

You're not the one at fault.

I was wrong to have trusted
a chimp with my diamond.

People don't even trust a
banana with chimps these days.

Why would you give
it a diamond?!

You clearly are the fool here.

Sir, the bike has been
ruined to the hilt.

If you don't get it serviced now,
this will end up as an antique item.

Or it'll be worthy enough to be
sold off at Khan's scrapyard.

If I don't want it to become
either, what would your fees be?

It should cost you up
to fifteen hundred.

Really?

My pocket is way
too light right now.

Do something and make sure
it doesn't come to a halt.

I'll bring it back in two weeks.

Okay then.

The man over there got busy grooming
his beard and forgot about his bike!

It was on its way to the scrapyard,
but found our garage midway.

Chotu, get me the spanner.
- Sure, brother.

How much should I pay?

This was nothing.
No need to pay.

Okay. I'll leave.

Uncle?

Come in Toufeeq.
How are you doing?

I'm doing fine.
What about you?

I'm doing good too.

Here's the garage key.
- Okay.

This is today's collection.
Count the money.

How many times do
I have to tell you?

Don't bother me asking me to count
the money or check the bills.

You'll never change.

Uncle, I'll leave now.
Have some work to do.

Have some tea.

I have something urgent to tend to.
I'll meet you later.

Wait. Take this.

What for?

You've made me happy today.

So, you go ahead and make
yourself happy for three hours.

Thank you, Uncle.
- Carry on.

The crowd will gather as
the camera backtracks.

Sir?

Sir!

How could you be so
indecent and doze off?

If you were sleepy,
you could've asked me to come later.

If you don't like the story,
you should refuse outright.

Instead...

You doze off during narration
and approve some crappy story.

When the audience doze in the halls is when you'll wake up!

You guys won't value
beginners at first.

You'll end up paying a
higher price later. Shame!

Dear, increase the fan speed.
Let the man fall deep in his slumber.

I wonder where he'll
be up all night.

Sir, shall I increase
the speed of the fan?

We were learning
Raag Maalika today.

They were teaching us to
shift to another Raaga (scale) too.

It was beautiful.

But nobody was able to
get the notes right.

Which Raagas were they?

Khamaj, Malkauns,

Amma, what Raaga is the song
'Madhubaan Mein Radhika'?

I think it's Hameer.

Any way, what I was wondering was...

For example, if you consider any two Raagas, when
combined with original notes, be it Ni or Re...

If a note was common, I was thinking if I
could continue it with another composition.

Using the same melody as a base.

That is such a great exercise.

It requires so much knowledge
of different melodies.

Isn't it amazing?

Madam?

Madam?

Oh. I forgot.

Madam, money for the light?

You need to pay for the lights.

Two thousand.

Two.. thousand.

Children, do you know her?

A popular tabla
player from our state.

Vid. Anuradha Venkataraman.

Do you know why she's an achiever?

Despite being speech and hearing impaired,
she mastered the tabla

That is an incredible achievement.

She was the one who
organised this program.

Father...

Isn't this also God's handwriting?

Yes.

Winning gives such a great kick, right?

Nobody else got the
pen, except for me.

What will you first
write with that pen?

Nothing.

Nothing at all?
But why?

Isn't it a gift?

I'll keep it carefully.

Neither will I show it to anyone.
Nor will I use it myself.

Father, are we going to the city?

Shall we?
- No, father.

You don't want to?

Nope.
- Why?

The city's loud and noisy.

There's dust and garbage everywhere.

I won't be able to live there.

Is that so?
- Really, father.

Tell me the truth, smartypants!

Really. Think about it.

I have the best handwriting
in all of this village.

In a city, there'll be a lot of
people who'll be better than me.

It's difficult to win.

I won't be able to win
a prize over there.

In the year 1948, there was one star missing...

Just one? How are you so sure?

One of them fell on earth. That's why.

Raveesha!

You kids play Kho-Kho, right?

You know it's the perfect
game for our nation?

Why's that?

Everyone passes on their responsibility to the
other, and leisurely squat with their butts up!

Gayathri!

It's time to pack up.

Huh?!

What is it now?

Time to sell the hotel.

Things aren't the same any more.

I'm unable to find workers.

I'm not even able to pay the
only guy who stayed loyal to me.

Even if I wish to renovate...

It'll cost me lakhs of rupees.

To top it, there's hardly any business.

Let's go the city.

Purushi has asked me to come.

Sarala said the same too.

Let me join with them.

Let's start something.

Does anyone know about Immadi Pulakeshi?

I do.

Shivu sir!
- Hello, Mr. Thukaram.

I shall leave now.

Are you wondering what the
announcement was about?

Yes, Sir.
- Let me tell you.

There's a competition
and it is about...

A calligraphy competition.

Are you wondering what that means?

Yes, sir.
[IN UNISON]

Let me tell you.

Calligraphy is about...

Creative writing.

Can we send someone?

Does anybody know
about calligraphy.

Raveesha,
why are you standing out here?

Come in now.
Master!

If I win the calligraphy
competition, will there be a prize?

How much would it be?

Write whatever you want.

It doesn't matter what you write.

It's important how beautifully you write.

I don't need to teach you
that, do I?

Are you here for the competition?
- Yes, Sir.

Nobody from the
other villages came.

Where are you from?

We came from afar.

Our boy's handwriting is beautiful.

This was the address of the venue.

What do we do now?
- Is that so?

You leave for the
city, right away.

The competition will
begin there in an hour.

INTER-DISTRICT CALLIGRAPHY COMPETITION, 2002

[ANNOUNCEMENT OVER THE SPEAKER CONTINUES]

We had to prepare a bit more.

Doesn't matter.
It's not a big deal.

What matters is you participated, right?

Let's go.

She cooks really well.

I've never seen a Muslim
eat Chitranna like this.

Glad to have met you.

Brother, be wary of this man.

He's a dangerous fellow.

I wasn't born a Muslim.

Looks like you didn't
get what Nagappa said.

Maybe you didn't get what he said.

When I was sick as a child, my
mother apparently took me to a Dargah.

As I recovered, she gave me this name.

Althought I felt
uncomfortable at first...

As I grew I learnt that all religions were
the same and it wasn't uncomfortable any more.

Kudos! I've never seen anyone like you.

We need more people like you.

Your parents? Your home?

Come on! Let him eat in peace.

Quiet Reddy.

Isn't he our guest?
Let's get to know him better.

If someone wanted to give
their daughter's hand to him...

What country is he from?
Which city is he from?

What do we tell
about his lineage?

My my... Sire finally came to the point.

Sir, food was great.

If only we all ate together,
it would've been nicer.

If I had to feed them all,
I'd have to get a caterer.

These blockheads eat loads.

Our village fair is
right around the corner.

Let us all eat together then.

Hello, Tana?
- Just a minute.

Shankarappa?!

[PHONE CALL]The Paneer Butter
Masala looked damn good, Aunty.

Thank you, Rashmi.

Brother, our uncle...

Bought six acres of land, six years
ago, after paying six lakhs for it.

He's now a Landlord.

Man, you see how
arrogant he's become.

Oh God!

Brother...

My head is spinning.

It's really hot, right?

I'll go home through the fields
and return after it cools down.

I shall go.

Won't our heads spin too?
- How would I know?

Isn't it hot for us?
- No idea.

Won't our heads spin too?
- Yeah, right!

Everybody's head spins.

What matters who's
the reason behind it.

Do you have someone who
can make you go doozy?

Hell yeah!

Lava, listen to this one.

'MAN WALKS INTO A TEMPLE.
SEEKS BLESSINGS FROM THE IDOL.'

'DISAPPEARS AFTER STEALING IT'

'ACT CAUGHT ON CAMERA'

Mr. Priest! Thieves seemed
to have targetted the temple.

Run for it!

Sir, take a photo of mine too.

Did you tell me the truth?

Of course, it was the truth.

After the mother ran away...

The father...

Argh!
Just take a picture, first.

Fine. Pose for it.

Lava, listen to another one.

'35-YEAR-OLD RAMANNA DRINKS POISON, FEEDS SOME
TO HIS DAUGHTER IN AN ATTEMPT TO COMMIT SUICIDE'

'TO FIND OUT WHY -
TURN TO PAGE 3'

Show me the photograph.

Was it true?

Show me the photograph, first.
- Let me show you.

Woah!

Manji!

Manji...

Poor girl.

Her father too...

Poor father and daughter...

Since her mother...
- Eloped with someone else.

Father escaped death.

But the daughter
died right there.

Uncle, you have no control over
what to blabber and what not to.

Hello? Sir, Greetings. This is...

I'm busy. Call me later.

Sir is busy. Call another time.

If you have the dates of a
Star, come to me.

I shall produce the movie.

I've moved from a
Benz to a Maruti 800.

Hello? Sir, this is Vicky here.

Regarding narrating my story.
- Vicky, I'm busy with a project.

Once I'm done, my manager will contact you.

Hello? This is Vicky here.

I've been trying to
reach you since a week.

Mister! If a Producer isn't
answering a Director's call,

...it only means that it's
time to find another Producer.

And then, the title reads,
'BEGINNING OF A NEW STORY'

I don't wish to call it the end.

More over, this isn't the
end of the story either.

Sir, what do you think?
- Let's think this through, Vikas.

The world knows this story.

There's no freshness to the story.

Hope you know what I mean.
- I do.

I'm satisfied that I've
written a good story.

Only if I'm satisfied,
can I make the audience happy, right?

You're wrong, Vicky.

Let me share something
out of experience.

A director is satisfied only
after the audience is happy.

If the story had a life to it, I would've
clapped and whistled as a part of the audience.

As a Director, you have a
story, I get that.

But I'm perceiving the
story as the audience.

That's the difference.

You might be right.

But, it doesn't sound
convincing to me.

I've come to this industry
to explore my stories.

Not to exploit them.
Hope you understand what I mean.

Okay, Vicky.
Take some time and think it through.

You can come back
to me another time.

Okay. I'll see you, Sir.

All the best, Vicky.
- Thank you, Sir.

And thank you for your patience.

Son, wash your hands.
I'll set the dinner.

Amma, I'm not hungry.

You ate only in the noon.

Didn't even come home for tea.

Do you plan to sleep
on an empty stomach?

Come on now.
Eat a bit and go to bed.

You guys eat.

I will sleep now.

Is he worried about me
using up his piggy bank?

Looks like he's worrying
and not sleeping either.

Greetings listeners!

You're listening to Vividha
Bharathi, Akashavani Channel.

Welcome to the
Chitramanjari program.

This is Harsha Vasishta.

Toufeeq,
what does my bike look like now?

Sir, please sit for five minutes.

Okay.

The first song of the day is
'Tande Nee Needu Baa'

Movie: Ravana Rajya.
- Ravana Rajya.

Direction...
- T. S. Nagabharana.

Music...
- Vijayananda.

Lyrics...
- R. N. Jayagopal.

Singers...

Chithra, Manjula Gururaj and others.

[SONG CONTINUES ON THE RADIO]

You also seem to be the kind that can listen
to a song and spell out the entire crew.

Being a film-maker, if I can't spell out the crew of a song, it's useless to be here.

What?! You work for the movies?

What movies have you made?

I'm still busy with
the net-practice.

No idea when I'll
play the match.

The day will come sooner, Sir.

Let my game come.

You seem to be worried as if
the world's coming to an end.

What's wrong?
- Sir...

Fold my worries and
throw them away.

But there are people who've made
millions like me wonder about things.

Imagine, what their minds must be like.

My imagination has hit
a roadblock for now.

Spell it out.

Repair my bike. That will do.

Don't screw up my head instead.

Our heads are all screwed up.

It got better only after I saw a movie.

A movie fixed your head?

What movie serviced your head?

The one that released
a couple of days ago.

What an awesome movie!

Just like Betaala who hopped on the back.
The movie has hopped on to my head.

What brilliant meanings it had!

Looks like you've understood it all.

Make me understand a bit
of whatever you understood.

Sir, a bit won't just cut it.

Because it carries
thousands of meanings.

Let alone the movie dialogues...

Even a song has been used to tell philosophy
laced with a sarcastic tone to it.

What was it?! Gotcha.

'Only after I took birth,
were the Sun and the Moon born'

What a great statement!

I get that it's a great statement.

What was so great
about it for you?

Sir!

Even though the Sun, Wind and the Water
has existed in the world from eons...

Only after we take birth,
does it exist for us?

Not just that.

A woman take birth as a mother
only after she becomes one.

A man becomes a father only
after his child is born, right?

Sir...

Dharma (Righteousness), Artha (Money),
Kama (pleasure) and Moksha (liberation),

the four aims of fulfilment
have been depicted as different women.

If you go behind one,
you find the other and so on.

'Dharma' is our work.

We need to be loyal to it.

'Artha' stands for money.

One should never chase it.

'Kama' stands for our desires.

We need to keep them
under our control

Only when these three are in check,
can we attain Moksha which is liberation.

They've all been connected
to tell an amazing story!

Isn't this enough, to consider
Cinema as a scripture?

Sir?

No need to be surprised.

I felt like watching
a movie with Toufeeq.

So, I came along.

Let's go.
- Wait. Let me buy the tickets.

Sir, buy one for yourself.
I don't need one.

Do you have a yearly
pass for the hall?

Not just yearly.
I've a lifetime pass.

See for it yourself.

I thought of surprising you and
here you are, surprising me instead.

Let's go in before it's late.

Does the Betala who asks questions win by losing or does Vikrama who answers Bethala's questions looses by winning.

But how could Anuradha madam become a musician
despite being hearing impaired all her life?

To listen well,
just using the ears won't do.

One needs to listen through all
of the sense organs of the body.

The room we are in, the acoustic nature
of it, the distance from the sound source.

The direction we're facing...

Similarly, our state of mind, mood and
emotions influence our perception of it.

For Anuradha,
music is a communication tool.

It's a basic necessity.

Maybe she experiences it
on a much deeper level.

But can it be said out loud or
conveyed through sign language?

Even if she could use signs,
how much would actually catch it?

I need an electronic tanpura.

Another model perhaps?

Something smaller maybe?

Do you have anything
slightly bigger than this?

Any other models?

Any more options?

Madam!

Good morning... good evening...

Namaste ma'am!

How do you do it without
being able to speak or listen?

I'm sorry.

♪ Sa... ♪

This one?

Okay madam.

You were of great help.
Thank you.

Let me pay the bill and come.

Cash or card?
- Cash.

Your name?
- I don't have one.

Don't have one?

[ELECTION ANNOUNCEMENTS]

Madam, can I have your number?

Poor kid lost for the first time.

It's good in a way.

One needs to experience pungent
and unpleasant things too.

He'll sneeze and
cough for a while.

But he'll only become stronger.

Oh no!

There's a power cut, Raveesha.

Light the lamp and get it here.

Woman, don't move until
they light the lamp.

You just won't stop.

Flexy booty won't be coming today.

He won't come today.

Why? Didn't the competition go well?

The competition did well.
He didn't.

What happened to
the plan of moving?

I'm looking to sell the hotel.

Once I find a buyer...

[GRANDPA LAUGHS]

Life is a chariot.

Fate is its charioteer.

Thou be the horse.

Thou shall move as guided by it.

Be it to a wedding or to a
cemetery, thou shall keep moving...

Shivu Master is on leave
for a couple of days.

I'll be teaching his
portion of the syllabus.

Raveesha!

Ay Raveesha!

Come on in.

Sir, he's my father.

Sir, shall I serve something to you?

Manji!

Chitranna is delicious.

Who taught you to cook?

I would attend weddings of the
rich working for the caterers.

I would either cut the
vegetables or wash vessels.

I learnt some from there.

Later, I borrowed some books from
my cousin and learnt some more.

You read books?

What kind of books?

Nothing in particular.

I would read everything
I could get my hands on.

Like this one.

Who told you to read these books?

Lavanna had told me to
read any paper I found.

I would read as many papers used
to pack fried snacks.

Father, get some sleep.

I've informed Ramakka.
She'll come and cook food.

I shall return early
in the evening.

I'll see you later, okay?

Sir, why did you
come to our village?

To write a book.

But why pick our village
of all the places?

Because my friend lives here.

Oh!

So, no particular reason, eh?

You're here because
your friend is here.

Every place and every subject
has its own speciality.

Without examining it personally,
one shouldn't dismiss or accept it.

If there's something special, it's perception
differs from one person to another.

For example, you might not like
what I liked.

Isn't that true?

If you perceive something as
unique, anything could fit the bill.

I'll write about what I find unique.

If you write what only you can perceive,
what will happen of the readers?

You're right.

I'm looking for what is special
in this village of yours.

The moment I find it,
you'll be the first person I'll tell.

You can then decide,
whether it's unique or not.

Deal?
- Sure, Sir.

Kumaranna,
I've got something to ask you.

You have to tell me the truth.

I will speak the truth and nothing but the truth.

A worm is constantly nibbling
my brain for the last few days.

How did you meet Toufeeq?

You've given him a
never-before-heard offer to him.

How did this all begin?

I knew for sure that
you would ask me this.

Because the worm that's nibbling your head,
was also in my head for a couple of days.

Every day,
the talkies gets variety of people.

Most people ask me
annoying questions.

But Toufeeq was the first one
to ask about my well-being.

He impressed me right then.

Greetings, Kumaranna!

Every week he would be
there and would talk to me.

But one fine day, despite my constant
refusal, he told me that the movie's value

...was not just the ticket
price but 20 bucks more.

He then paid me the ten bucks he had.

He told me that he had ten bucks less
and that he would pay the rest next week.

I waited the entire week
constantly wondering about him.

After he bought the
ticket and went inside.

I went behind him
and watched him.

I was amazed seeing the way he
was watching the movie intently.

He came back that day and told me
that the movie only deserved 20 bucks.

Accordingly, I returned ten
bucks from my own pocket.

This went on a for a few days.

After which, we arrived at
this historical agreement.

We continue to renew
the agreement till date.

If Toufeeq's love and perception
for cinema is one hand.

Your support for him is the other hand.

Together, the clap of both
these hands sounds great.

A director is satisfied only
after the audience is happy.

[VOICES ECHO]

Just like Betaala who hopped on the back.
The movie has hopped on to my head.

Isn't this enough, to consider
Cinema as a scripture?

Toufeeq, I need to discuss
something with you.

Tell me, Uncle.

The thing is, I'm considering moving
to Dubai for a couple of years.

Dubai? To meet sister?
- Yes, Toufeeq.

You know about Alia. She is pregnant.

Since my son-in-law goes out to
work, she stays alone.

Son-in-law isn't agreeing
to send her over.

So, we've decided to go
there to be with her.

You've been running the
garage all these days...

I wanted you to have
it even after we leave.

Uncle, it's my responsibility
to take care of the garage.

But don't tell me that you're
handing the garage to me.

You are handing the
responsibility of it.

I know you'll take care of it.

I'm floored by your goodness.

That is why I'm
giving it to you.

We live in a world where children
gobble up parents' hard-earned savings.

Yet, when your mother used up all of your
savings, you didn't question her at all.

That one incident was enough.

To feel jealous for not
having a son like you.

Uncle, the love and trust you have is
more valuable than what this garage costs.

I only wish to retain
it until my last breath.

Hi, Uncle.
Is Anuradha madam home?

Who are you?
[IN TAMIL]

Anuradha madam?
- Tell me your name.

Madam, I'd no idea that something
like music therapy even existed.

Do you want me to sing?

You sure?

Thank you, Madam.

I've been making mistakes every single time
I try to shift from one scale to another.

How do you play it so perfectly?

Was not part of your world?

Sense of rhythm?

Heartbeat?

Be with your tabla?

♪ Does the ear ask for
the name of a note? ♪

♪ Does the ear ask for
the name of a note? ♪

Your first tabla?

♪ A fresh breath of air
is a hummable poem ♪

♪ I forgot the name that had
me bursting with emotions ♪

For there’s lacks a call of identity

Listening to music?

♪ Does the ear ask for
the name of a note? ♪

The moment before a musician plays
a note is nothing but a penance.

The precision will playing and
the reminiscent mood after playing.

These experiences are different for the
audience and the performers like me.

Music... gave you voice?

Quote me a price.

Are you asking to buy
vegetables or the hotel?

Of course, the hotel.

How much can I sell
this hotel for?

How much do you think one can sell something that
they've placed their soul, in a soulless transaction?

You quote your price.

If it works,
I'll sell it right away.

Gayathri, let's leave next month.

Once Raveesha's schooling is
sorted, we shall leave.

Raveesha,
I'm not sure if you know.

Calligraphy has been in
use for thousands of years.

After printing press came into existence,
it was used for regular writing.

In the past, everything was
written in a creative manner.

Like yours.

When English owned up
Calligraphy as its own,

...a systematic procedure
was adapted in writing.

English letters should be of a particular
size, follow particular strokes.

The length of the strokes
and letters had to be equal.

These were the rules announced
during the competition on that day.

We just didn't get it.

These are different forms.

But our ability to pay for it is so
less, that we couldn't follow any of it.

But to show that we're no less than anybody and
to prove ourselves, we need to practice hard.

There are various
other ways to do it.

But you start practising
towards victory.

Ready for the next competition?
- Which one?

It's happening.

But I won't tell you the
detail of it right now.

You will be participating for sure.

I won't be able to do it, Master.

Use a pen to trace these letters.

Trace, trace more and keep tracing.
That is all.

The man who falls, loses.

But the one who gives
up, is destroyed forever.

Don't lose or give up.

Give me your hand.

Everything is right in your hand.

Got it?

This pen isn't working for me.

Raveesha!
- Suri!

Been so long man!

Come on in.

What is Grandpa doing?
- Let that be.

You wait here.
Let me get some snacks.

We need to understand one thing.

We live in a time, where people believe that
putting extra effort to write is creative writing,

I believe writing effortlessly
is what makes for it.

Surprised? Let me explain.

The movements of an Archer.

A Carpenter's dexterity.

Their hands perform these
activities seamlessly.

When it comes to writing, the amount
of ease with which we use our hands

...to write on the paper depends on
the abilities of students like you.

If you're wondering how, the stress
we put on the paper while writing...

Raveesha!

Raveesha!

I was about to look for you.
- Really?

I had to discuss something
important about Calligraphy!

The first thing we haven't
been able to understand.

I came in search of you
to discuss the same.

Wait for me!

The stress we levy on the pen decides
the thickness of the strokes on the page.

The ease with which the hand moves, decides
the creation of the beautiful letters.

Therein lies the soul of calligraphy.

Manji, do you know the story
behind the coconut?

Nope.

The Moon, who lived in the City of the Sky...

Loved a fish which lived
in the oceans of the Earth.

The fish too would dance in
joy during a full moon night.

The fish's brother
found out about this.

He decided to chop the head of the fish and
ensured it was buried on the shore of the ocean.

Years later, the friends of the
fish went looking by the shore.

They found a coconut tree
standing in the place.

Therefore coconuts are
considered special in weddings.

It is a symbol of their love.

Sir, is this really true?

It's a story.

It doesn't have to be true.

Neither can we blatantly call it a lie.

Brother, Ramayya is watering
the farm during the rains.

Interesting story.

Now, are you calling this
story a fact or a lie?

I'm calling you out
to tie your dhoti.

Manji, quiet.

Brother!

Brother?

My wedding has been fixed.

I spoke to her father
just like you told me to.

"Listen, it doesn't matter
whether we all know each other."

"If your daughter doesn't like me,
I shall never set foot in your house."

I told him this clearly.
"However, if your daughter likes me...

"even if you've tied her up,
I shall carry her on my shoulders."

Her father went mum.

What? When did you I teach
you all these things?

Brother, you did tell me.

To share my feelings with her. I did.

The rest of the
lines, I came up with.

If only I was her father,
I would've asked you to find out

...the numbers of zeroes in a lakh and then
think of asking for my daughter's hand.

Manja, am I talking to you?
- Shut that mouth of yours.

Only after realising that you are a
dimwit, did she leave you.

Those who talk to you are dimwits.
- Brother!

Brother!

You didn't tell me who
makes my head spin.

I looked all over but
couldn't find anyone.

Sir, our village is filled with imbeciles.

Steer clear of them.

Sir? Give me some Chikki.

Oy!

He's better than the rest of the lunatics in this village!

They've lost their souls.

He's lost his head.

That's all the difference is.

It's like a pain in the a-

Aaargh!

Did she really remove the infection?

Of course she did.

How much did she charge?
- Fifty bucks.

Fifty bucks? Is that all?
- What?

Back home, each consultation will cost
at least two to three hundred bucks.

We'll have to visit the dentist at least
five times in the hope of reducing the pain.

But there's no guarantee.

Amazing!

All she did was treat your toothache,
she didn't really perform an exorcism.

You really are a piece of work.

This was much tougher to deal with.

Come home now. Have some coffee.

Manji?
- Hmmm?

Thanks.

Priest, please don't mistake me
if I say something out of line.

I always pull your leg assuming
you won't take it personally.

I really respect you.

You are...
- I know it all, Manji.

That is why I grin
and bear with it.

Also, when educated children of today's world
throw their parents out, what does that make you?

A role model.

That is what you are.

My vehicle is here.
I need to get going.

Manji, did you really apologise?

Toufeeq...

For a long time,
I've been meaning to ask you something.

I haven't been able to.

Why do you love cinema?

Isn't cinema the only university that'll teach you
things from history to mystery, all for free?

That screen in the dark is like
a master holding a cane to me.

That is why I'm mad about cinema.

To be able to write history,
one doesn't need to read it.

Seems true when I look at you.

In one way, you too are like
a master holding a cane to me.

Your madness for cinema has
been etched in my heart.

I don't know much.

But I do know this.

Food, sleep, cinema and work.

I get that you like movies.

But you watch every movie that
is screened at the talkies. Why?

Only when you see it,
can you find the good things in it.

Good things have good in them.

But I look for good
in the bad things too.

As a mechanic, I take a look
at all the bikes in the garage.

As a film buff, I watch every movie
that is screened at the talkies.

As much as I'm devoted to my work,
I love cinema in equal measure too.

For the movie I love on
screen, I pay money.

For the work I do with a
spanner, I take money.

Your age and your mature
words have no connection.

Your answers make my question shy.

You're a mechanic,
because you have a spanner in your hand.

But if ever you hold a pen,
you'll become a great writer.

♪ Time knows no limit ♪

♪ There's not enough time ♪

♪ Before even questioning you,
the mirror is seeking your answers ♪

♪ Quit looking
outside for yourself ♪

♪ Aren't you present
in yourself? ♪

♪ You’ve slogged day and night,
learning something new in the process ♪

♪ Yet your contribution to the
world remains a big fat zero ♪

♪ Learn about your identity ♪

♪ Learn a new
calculation for life ♪

♪ Wish for your own
victory, O human ♪

My friends have
gone to Switzerland.

But I can't go.

It's nice, Raveesha.

But why haven't you
practised the other letters?

Master,
writing this took me all day.

Writing all the other
letters would mean...

There's very less time
left for the competition.

Think about how to
fasten your process.

The length of the letters should be equal.

It has to look great too.

Also, it is extremely important how many
letters you write in the time given.

Got it?

Time knows no limit

There's not enough time

I'd taken him to Siddamma today.

For which he said, 'Thanks'.

It didn't matter how
big the favour was.

It was all about whether I
attempted to help or not.

This is Toufeeq.

He is extremely important to me.

If I'm not around, remember this.

Every Friday he comes in
to watch the matinee show.

He'll buy the ticket only
after watching the movie.

That won't be a fixed amount.

He'll pay whatever
he wants to pay.

Remember that.

♪ Who knows who’ll become
your teacher at any moment? ♪

♪ Who knows if an act of learning
might define your goals? ♪

♪ That unseen life might
come to you on its own ♪

♪ For everyone’s equal
in the eyes of creation ♪

♪ That unseen life might
come to you on its own ♪

♪ For everyone’s equal
in the eyes of creation ♪

♪ For this is the life of awareness that was
taught, learn it and keep moving forward ♪

♪ If you throw fear away ♪

♪ If you forget
about the results ♪

♪ Unaware of it yourself,
you shall reach that position ♪

♪ For you are the creator
of your own story ♪

♪ Let a new chapter begin ♪

♪ Remember the alphabets
of knowledge, O human ♪

Amma, be there by 4.30 P.M. tomorrow.

Okay, dear.

Come for your dinner.
We're waiting.

After all of those wonderful performances,
this evening only gets merrier.

The last performance of this evening
with the voice of an angel...

We request the daughter of Miss.
Anita and Mr. Anand to sing for us.

With a big round of applause,
please welcome her on stage.

Madam, what's happening?

I can't do it, Madam.

But what do I sing?

No madam.
I make a mistake every time.

I've asked Purushi to find a
school in the city for you.

Do you hear me?
- Yes.

How's your writing coming along?

Not so well.

Isn't your competition the day after?
- Yes.

Are you worried?

Don't worry. Do it well.

The more you worry,
the more tensed you'll get.

Let it go.

But don't give up
on your efforts.

Like Jarasandha...

When did you slyly
come and lie down?

Your mother would ask the same.

Wait! Yes!

I was talking about Jarasandha.

He kept on trying.

Sri Krishna tried attacking him,
not once or twice, but eighteen times.

He lost seventeen times.

[GRANDMA] Did he win the eighteenth time?

No. Krishna was an easy going man.

Everything is playful to him.

How could Jarasandha win?

Then what's the point of the story?

Go to bed.

The father and son were
having a conversation.

Unnecessarily bothering them.

Oh yeah!

In the end, Krishna...

Broke a stick and threw
it in the opposite sides.

Having observed it all, Bheema who got the hint,
broke Jarasandha into two pieces and threw him.

From what we can understand of the game, KoKo is that there will be a shortcut to every rule inside the given set of rules. And there is another perspective for everything.

The stress we levy on the pen decides
the thickness of the strokes on the page.

Jarasandha broke it into
two pieces and threw him.

Fareed!

How was our fair?

It was beautiful.

But I don't know why
they conduct this fair.

There's celebrations
and happiness all over.

There's joy and sorrow.

The difference between a rich and a poor man
has been forgotten during the celebrations.

There's value to what you're saying.

We do need something to forget
it all and enjoy, right Fareed?

This is it.

Naaga will give you a better explanation
of why this fair was started.

We were still kids then.

Apparently, this female deity was
married to our village's deity.

That was the first time a
temple was built for our deity.

After the wedding, when the Goddess
was being brought from her home town.

A lot of people were pulling
the Goddess' chariot.

But the chariot
just wouldn't move.

Then,
it began to rain incessantly.

After the rains stopped, people who'd scattered
all over, came back to drag the chariot.

This time, it moved like butter.

That's why my Grandpa would say...

The Goddess didn't want to
leave her home town and cried.

That was the rain.

Man! This guy does
this all the time.

Won't it rain
during this season?

He only has cock and
bull stories to tell.

Reddy, have some snack.

Thanks, Manji.
- How's father?

Yeah. He's doing fine.

Poor man kept wishing to see the fair.

So, I got him tied to Ramanna's
cart and brought him here..

Ever since he fell sick,
he's never been to the fair.

I'm distributing snacks among everyone
just because he finally came here.

If I had a daughter like Manji...

I didn't have to go to
others' house for a mere meal.

How could that woman leave a child
like Manji with a father like him?

What's the point of
scolding that woman?

We need to thrash the
man who took her away.

I've told him so many times to bring
his daughter and stay in the village.

Claiming that he couldn't stop
thinking of her, he never came back.

The child too never came because
her father would be all alone.

Just like the Goddess.

The child loves her
home beyond everything.

'MANJI'

This is excellent, Vicky.
Mind blowing even.

You weren't ready to change the
script but have pulled this off.

Thank you, Sir.

On that day, when you said
there's no life in my story.

I mistook you. I'm sorry.

Don't be, please.

When I left on that day, I was adamant
that it's your job to invest the money.

My job to tell the story and
the public's job to watch it.

But what is important is what
the audience wants to watch.

A 16-year-old taught me this.

His love for cinema changed my
perception of writing cinema.

An unknown place, an unknown
person and his hard-earned money.

When I considered all of
this, it made sense.

If someone's paying his hard-earned
money to watch a movie, I decided

...that it's my duty to be
accountable for every rupee he spends.

The outcome of the
same is in my hand.

The day you decided to value the ticket money
of an unknown person, you won the battle.

It's time for the movie to win too.

How's the movie?

You want to know?

But another ticket,
I'll sit with you and watch.

Then I'll tell you how it is.

Like you care whether
the movie's good or not.

Watch the movie
and keep walking.

Quit bothering me with
nonsensical questions.

Looks like you had a tiff
with your wife today.

Scaredy-cat at home,
but tries to be a tiger out here.

What?!

♪ Incomparable, unique, full of amazement
and wonder is this world ♪

♪ This festival called life doesn’t
pause for even a moment ♪

♪ Incomparable, unique, full of amazement
and wonder is this world ♪

♪ This festival called life doesn’t
pause for even a moment ♪

♪ Every atom brimming with celebration ♪

♪ Everything breathes gratitude ♪

♪ Every atom brimming with celebration ♪

♪ Everything breathes gratitude ♪

♪ What is your role to play in this fair? ♪

♪ Which is your verse in this song? ♪

♪ What is your role to play in this fair? ♪

♪ Which is your verse in this song? ♪

♪ Incomparable, unique, full of amazement
and wonder is this world ♪

♪ This festival called life doesn’t
pause for even a moment ♪

Saint Thyagaraja has said that there’s
no point to learning music

without having faith.

Much like the sages Bhruga or Narada, who sought
salvation through music,

we too can seek salvation through our music,
if we have faith.

♪ Astonishing, overwhelming, celebrating itself ♪

♪ Full of generosity is this heart ♪

♪ It is liberated, immortal with pure intentions,
beyond illusory pride ♪

♪ and arrogance, charmed with
sweetness and beauty ♪

♪ The soul is eternal, sinless and free-spirited,
a continuous being ♪

♪ victorious, faultless, pure, and delightful ♪

♪ The heart is on a cloud, in a garden of love ♪

♪ Sweet is a heart in love ♪

♪ Sweet is the nectar of love ♪

♪ Love is the relationship between hearts ♪

♪ Time is an illusion when it blossoms ♪

♪ Its scent ever-fragrant ♪

♪ A mind full of bliss and joy ♪

♪ The cool breeze of mutual love ♪

♪ A mind full of bliss and joy ♪

♪ on an immortal journey of love ♪

♪ Incomparable, unique, full of amazement
and wonder is this world ♪

'Here's a list of the winners in the
National Level Calligraphy Competition'

Rahul N.M.
from MES Kishore Kendra, Bengaluru.

Meenakshi Sheshadri from
Maharaja High School, Mysuru.

Irfan Pathan from Headstart
International School, Bengaluru.

The following names to be announced are
being awarded the consolation prize.

Raveesh R. Bhat

In all these years of this school's administration,
there's never been a prouder Principal than me.

I'm assuming you all know the
reason behind this happiness.

I contribute this money from my salary.

All of you may contribute
as much as you wish to.

I wish to contribute too, Sir.

So do I.

Me too.

Thank you all.

Yes, Tana?!

Hello?!

Hello?

Amma, I'm busy.
Let me call you back.

Now, tell me.

If you were the creator of this
story, how would you end it?

The special-needs children with us...

They don't care about her name.

They love her for her art.

In this society...

Our name gives us recognition.

But she is different.

She doesn't have a name.

Her art and her achievement.

Will make a name for her.

Her characteristics...

Will give her an identity.

You should not put
yourself in any boundary.

Your name won't define who you are.

You are more than your name.

I'm proud of you.

No need for you to go the city.

Chenna?

Go to your village
and come back here.

I shall leave.

Did you ask me to return?

He's selling the hotel, right?!

Manji, what are you doing here?

Who is that?

Sir...

This is my mother's grave.

She got angry with me and father.
She came over here.

Because father can't come here, I
come everyday and try to butter you up.

Will the dead ever come back?

Am I mad to think so?

They won't.

But I do know this.

For a God we can't see, we keep
offerings and light incense sticks.

If we're wrong, we ask for forgivance.

When God who we'll never meet
us, doesn't mind forgiving us.

But when my mother is
right in front of me...

Is it stupidity to assume that she'll eat if I
feed her, that she'll forgive both father and I?

I've been waiting for four years.

That at least once,
she'll come to wipe my tears.

To eat morsels from her hand.

I too wish to sleep on her lap, Sir.

When I can't share something with anyone,
I come here to weep my heart out.

I don't really have a father, but my mother...

But to consider those who
have mothers as lucky,

I've never even experienced
what a mother's love is like.

India gained independence...

but the people toiling endlessly in the sun,

the people seeking alms in front of temples,

and the people working round the clock every day

for just a handful of rice...

were still helpless and dependent because of that day...

If that day's deathly contract hadn't been signed...

no one's arms would have been helplessly raised to the sky.

No one in the country would've needed to fill their stomachs with just water...

If only that day were a lie...

Toufeeq, how did you find it?

I wish the history was a lie and
that reality was far different.

You did give them good characters.

Every stranger is a
nameless person to us.

Tell me your name ma ( in Tamil)

Hema!

We are given a name based on a person's
perspective about our character.

Aarabhi!
- When we can't fit into that...

We end up dejected.

If only there was a world that would
identify us by our personality.

To me, my talent is my Guru and
my achievements are my identity.

A pencil's identity is in the graphite
inside it, not by the wood covering it.

When we stop learning, we end up being
buried, end up broken and end up losing.

Unable to accept
defeat, we hide.

That is our biggest mistake.

If we can accept defeat,
we can find the path to success.

It'll make us happy too.

The more we shape and sharpen
ourself, the brighter we shine.

In the end, what remains is a sharp pencil.

Everyone makes mistakes.

When the one who created us with these
qualities can make mistakes, why won't humans?

Mistakes happen.

But there's always an opportunity and people around
us, who'll allow us to correct our mistakes.

We need to identify them.
- Thanks, Manji.

The moment we identify them,
we'll correct our mistakes.

We'll write a new chapter too.

Amma...

Forgive me.

A pencil always makes way
to correct its mistakes.

It's not easy for us to
remain true to ourselves.

Nobody teaches us to be honest
in schools and colleges.

This was nothing.
No need to pay.

Our moments of honesty leave an imprint
on the others without our knowing.

An excellent canvas
lies in an empty sheet.

The moment we find that empty sheet,
a pencil will find us to help reach our goals.

Goodbye Vikram.

I will see you.

Master!

Whether it's your mother or I..

It doesn't matter who's telling
you to correct your mistakes.

Saying 'Me, myself and I' will only...

Look for God in everyone.

We need to keep doing our work.

Both in person and in our conscious, someone
will be holding our hands and making us walk.

Tell stories. Listen to them.

Both in person and in our conscious, someone
will be holding our hands and making us walk.

All these people held my hand and walked me.

Like a pencil does.

This is the story of peice of a wood which became the mentor, this is that story which has begun afresh again.

Here comes "MANASARE WITH DIGANTH" to an end .
THANK YOU.

END