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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.

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