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Mother, everybody says that

a beautiful world exists beyond this village.

Big cities, grand markets, and huge houses where movies can be seen.

There's nothing of that sort.

Now, get down.

Mother, you always break my dreams.

Dreams are meant to be broken.

-Get down. -No, I won't.

You won't?

What if I make you fall? Tell me.

You're my mother. You will make me fall?

If your mother makes you fall, she will also help you to your feet.

If you fall in the city, no one will help you to your feet.

Get down now!

No, I won't.

-Get down! -Mother...

Mother...

-Chini! -Mother!

Reshma's way was simple and right.

When God has blessed you with one life, why think twice?

Wherever He would step, a path would automatically be made.

Madras didn't know at that time that a storm was going to arrive.

If you check history, you will find two things in common.

Men have ruled and women have created sensation.

THANGA MAGAN

We have barely gotten down to it,

and the bitch next door is already on a roll.

Forget about her, darling.

Why don't you soothe what's excited in here?

Get off!

Get off!

Now, go to sleep.

We are not doing it anymore.

Bloody idiots!

They can't do anything without making a sound.

Marbles, cricket, the choicest abuses.

He even made me wear boy's clothes.

If my father had his way, he would even make me tease girls.

Didn't your mother ever stop him?

She gave birth to a girl instead of a boy, so she remained a mute spectator.

Amma, tell me something.

I have what boys desire.

So, who is better?

Me or a boy?

Stop talking nonsense. It's all rubbish!

Now, don't be so coy. You're no less.

I can tell a lot of men have been hard at work over here.

Stop it!

What?

Last night was fun.

Tonight could be even better.

My wife has a night shift, so tonight...

I merely touched you and it leaked your pen!

If I come over, what will happen to you?

You bitch! My wife is right about you.

She is right about you, too!

You like to go riding, but you can barely stay on for a few seconds.

You are mine, so why must I hide from you?

You can take a peek.

When you truly are mine, then you can see the entire picture!

You can go in.

You can also go in.

You are out.

You can go back.

She has been waiting patiently for two years for her number.

Okay, you can go in.

But hunger first devours decency.

You are out.

-Sir... -You can't come in.

-The selection is done. -Sir, sir, I want to be an actor, sir.

And I wanted to be a director.

Sir, I don't want to dance like the other girls.

I want to act, sir.

And I wanted to make offbeat films.

Sir, I'll do anything to become an actor.

And to become a director, I could not do anything.

Would you like to see what's not in these pictures?

Do you want to hear the story of my film?

Sir, you are not even listening to me.

Sir, step out of your film.

And you step out of your dreams.

There are 25 like you waiting outside.

And tomorrow, there will be 50 more.

You're good for nothing.

Neither do you have the seductive charm of a lover nor the grace of a wife.

You look very dull.

I've been living on sugar for two days, so how can I look spicy?

Hold on.

Take this and have something to eat.

And think about what you want to do with your life.

Not everyone can become an actor.

One dosa, please.

Let's go somewhere else.

Why?

We can be by ourselves at some late-night show.

It will be fun.

I'll pay you.

How much?

About 20 rupees.

Only 20 rupees for me?

Take it.

Bloody pervert!

You're at the end of your life and you want a fresh climax?

Bloody pervert!

Neither do you have the seductive charm of a lover nor the grace of a wife.

You look very dull.

Not everyone can become an actor.

There are 25 like you waiting outside.

And tomorrow, there will be 50 more.

Come on, girls, show more energy.

Just a minute.

I'm not dull.

Who are you? What do you want?

Don't you remember?

You gave me some money before rejecting me.

Here's your money.

I'm sure I have something for which that guy forked out 20 rupees.

Sudhir, where is that girl?

How will I shoot the song sequence?

Where do I get a girl who won't mind ripping her own skin?

Your whip scares the girls away...

Should I do it?

Can you bare the pain?

I have been bearing the pain for so long. I'm sure I can bear it ahead, too.

Pan the camera.

Some say the glass is half full.

Some say it's half empty.

And some are like silk.

They say at least there is a drink.

Enjoy it.

It's stupidity.

But often, stupidity manages to get things done that...

Sir...

Sir... Sir...

Do you want to take the camera through the girl?

-Do you? -No, sir.

-What sort of a shot is this? -But, sir...

You horny bastard, filthy mind.

-Sir... -Shut up!

You play the flute behind my back, and now you want to sing!

No, sir.

-Give me that reel. -Please sit, sir...

I leave the shoot for one day, and you all did this.

-Give me the reel! -Sir, we'll cut it, please...

If you don't cut the reel, I'll cut you somewhere,

and then you won't know whether to wear trousers or skirts!

What's the occasion, Amma? You're all dressed to kill.

Who is the poor guy?

Check out the newspaper. Your movie will be out today.

Aren't we going for the first day's first show?

Look.

Amma! Wait here, I'll just get ready.

Everybody should know that every film has only one hero.

The director.

Every film, one hero.

Who?

The director.

Everybody is staring at you.

-Who is that? -The director.

-Come on. -Come on.

Take off your sunglasses.

Okay, Mother.

Where is our seat?

Amma, we'll watch my first film from up close.

You mean, it's the first row?

-Here it is. -No, here.

-Wow, it's Selva Ganesh's film. -Yes!

His films are entertaining.

Off with your sunglasses.

-Amma. -Yes?

Mark my words. Now, all my problems will go away.

The dance director said he liked my performance.

Really?

Another thing, Amma.

My life has moved from "pack up" to "action."

Now, I won't let it slip away.

Hey, hush!

Stop talking.

What do you mean, "hush"? She is the heroine.

She is the heroine?

The heroine?

If she is the heroine, can I get a refund?

Is this your song?

No.

This one?

This is probably your song.

No.

Where is your song?

Miss Heroine.

Heroine.

Can I at least have your autograph? What has she done?

She's there in the whole film.

-Reshma. Reshma. -Madam, please give your autograph?

People in Hollywood are probably wondering why I am wasting my talent in India.

I wish you had left for Hollywood before putting me into a loss.

I would have been better off.

Sir, you haven't tasted real respect yet.

Nayla has written such a fantastic review.

Look at the wonderful things that have been printed.

Hey, you English show-off!

I would have been happy if at least the tickets were sold.

Sir, you wait and watch.

Because of this film, you will have a trophy in your hand.

And a begging bowl in the other.

Nowhere in the film did the "hero reason" come alive.

Not "hero reason."

It's heroism.

If you know it, why didn't you portray it?

Sir, the thing is, one man thrashing a dozen bad guys

and a dozen hot girls falling for one man doesn't click with the audience.

Real films are those that compel the audience to think.

The audience wants to feel something else, and you want them to feel their mind?

Sir.

Abraham, sir, deleted one song.

That song would have worked wonders.

-Which song? -This one, take a look.

Let me watch it.

Dear friend, you should go to Hollywood.

We will miss you, but you should go.

You robbed the film of its life!

Life?

You mean, that fatso?

I will add this song as a special feature

and release the film again in smaller towns.

That will definitely recover some money.

Abraham, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

What did you do?

You've set the positive on fire.

I still have the negative.

Mark my words, this girl will set the screen on fire!

Hey, what are you doing?

-I'm taking a picture. -You can't do that, get out!

I want a ticket.

You came again!

The amount you have spent on watching this film would have gotten you the girl.

-Are you serious? -Of course!

"Selva Ganesh has proved once again that he will do anything to make money.

This is not a film, it's a volley of abuses."

This is the respect that I like.

The more these critics pan my film, the more my film will earn for me.

-Well done, Vimal. Good job. -Thank you, sir.

I want this girl.

If merely her glimpse can arouse the crowd to this extent,

imagine what will happen if she danced to an entire song! Get her.

But, sir, I don't know who she is or where she came from.

Well, then, find out.

I'm sure someone knows.

If she is present in the song, she hasn't appeared out of thin air.

-Find her! -Yes, sir.

This girl will be my biggest discovery.

Who is it?

What is it?

-G... G... -G... What?

-Who are you? -I... I...

What do you want?

Money!

What does that money mean?

That's one less than a hundred.

Why?

I bought this for one rupee.

Are you high? Should I bring you back to reality?

-Do you want to forget everything? -Film, I saw your film.

Ever since then, I've been saving up for you.

-You are lying! -No, I am not...

I haven't acted in any film.

-Go away from here! Get lost! -I have watched...

The middle word in life is "if."

The big "if."

If only that bastard Selva Ganesh

had spent five more minutes in the bathroom,

if only he had driven five kilometers per hour slower,

everybody's life would have remained the same.

But, no.

He was eager to screw me and how!

Even sitting on a couch didn't feel safe.

The sun rose that day to shine on Reshma, and to burn me to ashes.

Baby, should I call for more?

-Have some more. -Enough, Amma.

Baby, all the people who have had breakfast with me in the past,

enjoy dinner at five-star hotels today.

Join hands with me and the world will praise you with hands joined.

Have some more. Keep eating.

And you will be the best, baby.

I can see it, you have that desire.

Silk.

From today onward, your name is Silk.

And your name is Mr. Worm.

What?

Silk is created by worms.

Baby, whether I'm Selva Ganesh or Mr. Worm,

all I am is an opportunity for you.

And this opportunity won't come again.

It will only go to someone else.

This song should be totally sexy.

-Sexy... -Hello, sir.

Take a shot like...

Come on, take the shot.

Okay, sir.

Yeah.

Oh, god!

Silk, there is no heat, no heat!

We want to titillate the public, not put them to sleep.

But one more, sir, please, sir.

Okay.

-Sorry, sir. -Cut it!

Silk, what are you doing?

Imagine, Sir Surya is a log of sandalwood and you are a serpent.

Wrap yourself around him.

And Surya, sir, very good shot, sir.

But she's a newcomer, sir. One more shot, sir, please.

-Cut it! -Sorry, sir.

George.

Surya gives only one take. That's it.

Here I am...

Sir, please, sir.

A day with Surya is worth 100,000 rupees.

Understand?

A good-looking fruit isn't always sweet.

Set up my solo shot.

Hey, girl.

Come here.

What's your name?

Reshma...

Silk.

Two names to go by and you can't do one silly step.

See this plastic cover? Can you see this?

Whether it's there or not, it makes no difference to the cigarette.

Similarly,

whether you are in this film or not, it makes no difference to anyone.

You know something, if there's no cover and it rains,

the cigarette won't even light up.

Pack up!

The heroine says that it's going to rain.

I've been hit by a shoe because of you.

But I won't let it happen again.

You made Sir Surya very angry.

You go!

And don't ever come back.

What are you doing here?

I'm here to get tuned, and then we can make some music.

You switched your melody pretty quickly.

It's your personality, sir.

I've been admiring you since I was a little girl.

I was scared to be next to you.

Now, that's believable.

If God puts in an appearance, the devotee is bound to be scared.

Sir, please give me another chance.

Why?

I'll be devoted to you.

I'll do anything you want me to.

Don't you read magazines?

The magazines say that...

I have tuned with 500 girls.

But have you ever tuned one girl 500 times?

-Is it true about the 500? -No.

It's 501!

Sir, Surya won't act with her.

-We'll manage. -Sir, there, they have come.

I guess Surya, sir, is all charged up.

Surya Kant may die, but he won't let go of a new girl.

What?

She's doing it all wrong again. She missed a beat.

To hell with the beat, look at that heat.

She'll set everyone on fire.

-Mind-blowing, sir! -Very good shot, sir!

Madam.

Ticket, please.

That's your seat, sit there.

How does it matter?

This place is empty.

I don't want problems later.

Go and sit according to your ticket.

Ticket, please.

Come on, let's go. The song is finished.

We will come in the next show.

Mother. Mother, bless me.

Your son has stood first in college.

Seriously?

You've fulfilled all my wishes.

I wish your father would be alive today.

Cut it!

Very good shot, Surya, sir.

That was... That was very good.

You are very convincing as my mother.

Naylaji!

What a pleasure. What brings you here?

Last month's magazine hasn't sold well?

Probably because you didn't grace the cover.

So, what's brewing under cover?

This is new.

Lalitha was the heroine in your last film and both of you were hot.

And now, she is playing the role of your mother?

You see, youth is meant to be tasted, not wasted.

A heroine's life is like an elected government.

The party lasts for five years, after that, it's there for support.

Sometimes, left, sometimes, right, and sometimes, even center.

I've heard that new girl, Silk, is a passionate supporter of your party.

Everybody is talking about her.

Of course, I gave her a break.

She is very talented.

When God has blessed her so abundantly,

there's no harm in taking a piece of the pie.

And, you know me.

I believe, the more I can be of help to others, the better it is.

But she is a down market. What you wrote about her was perfect.

Well, I have to, Surya, sir.

To portray men as saints, women have to be depicted as demons.

Sir, madam is here.

Okay, you go.

-See you later. -What about my interview?

We will talk later.

This is important.

Quick, some filter coffee for madam.

Is Silk here?

The cinema hall was filled with men. Every one of them had come just to see me.

And as soon as the song was over, they left.

It was amazing.

Don't be so excited.

Take a look at what Nayla wrote about you.

Who is Nayla?

The most important film critic and gossip queen.

When she writes, everybody pays attention.

She says Selva took the help of dirt to sell his film.

Dirt, that's you.

Look at my picture, it's so gorgeous.

Now, I won’t stop myself.

Help me with more work.

But why should I help you?

Because I love you...

and we still have 499 times remaining to get tuned.

Come in.

So, Akbar and Anarkali are now friends?

Sir, good sense of humor, sir.

Abraham, this is Silk.

Hello.

Surya, sir, I want to talk to you about my next film.

And this film will showcase you.

You won't need a cheap and disgusting act to promote this film.

Abraham, everybody knows you make good films.

Thank you, sir.

I owe it all to idli, rasam, and rum.

But your films aren't commercially successful.

They captivate the audience at film festivals,

but they fail to bring in, even a dog, at local theaters.

-Is that right? -Right, sir.

Spice it up, Abraham. Spice it up.

Add some sex.

Have Silk dance to a number or two, whatever you like.

Let me tell you.

Successful films are those that have the right spice.

-Right, Selva? -You are genius, sir.

It's a curse, Selva. It's a curse.

Sir, I'm a director, not a pimp.

I want to make a film, not to sell sex.

Perhaps you can work with that cheap girl, but I can't!

Right.

Fine, Selva, you direct it.

Okay, sir.

Then, bye.

I wasn't dejected that they chose Silk over me.

I was dejected that they decided so quickly.

Why do you have a problem with me?

I have a problem with your parents.

They shouldn't have given birth to you.

My parents didn't give birth to me.

Silk was brought into this world by the people who admire me.

Your admirers occupy the first four rows in a cinema hall.

The 40 rows at the back are mine.

I will prove that films don't need gimmicks like you to sell.

Films need three things to sell.

Entertainment, entertainment, entertainment!

And I am the entertainment.

A woman is like a rainbow.

As many colors as many faces.

Some consider her as a lottery.

If you win, you've hit the jackpot.

Some think of her as love.

Shit.

If you fall in love with her, you will gasp for every breath!

But she ravaged me like poison.

That now, even water burns me up from inside.

Your sweet torment

Surreptitious torment here and around

I am angry

You are the reason, Cajole me, my love

I will tease you

You are a bombastic girl

Aha aha aha

Ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la

You are my fantasy

Don't touch me, don't touch me

Don't touch me, don't touch me

I am a young lady now

Ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la

You are my fantasy

Don't touch me, don't touch me

Don't touch me, don't touch me

I am a young lady now

When touched by you, my heart whistled

Give me a sweet kiss on my cheeks

When touched by you, my heart whistled

Give me a sweet kiss on my cheeks

Your youth is fluid

Which has drenched my heart

Aha, you brought the rain What could my poor youth do?

Ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la

You are my fantasy

No, no, no, no, no

Don't touch me, don't touch me

Don't touch me, don't touch me

I am a young lady now

By dropping your saree repeatedly

You make me restless

By dropping your saree repeatedly

You make me restless

After storming a fire in me

What can the poor saree do

Poor thing

Oh, poor thing

I will tease you

You are a bombastic girl

Oh, no

Ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la

You are my fantasy

Don't touch me, don't touch me

Don't touch me, don't touch me

I am a young lady now

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la, ooh la la

You are my fantasy

Don't touch me, don't touch me

Don't touch me, don't touch me

I am a young lady now

You want to take my interview?

At my place?

This evening? Great!

-Amma, it was a call from Manorama. -What is it?

-Really? -They want to take my interview.

They want to show the world how stars live.

No film star lives like you do. Refuse them.

Amma, these opportunities don't come by again and again.

They will only pass on to someone else.

What will you show? The tiny room you live in?

I brought this deer from Africa.

Superb, sir.

Sir, deep breath, stomach in.

Move away. Don't touch the camera. I'll take a photo later.

-Click my picture. -Come in.

Go away, get lost!

Oops, you're early.

Ma'am, I can come later.

Now that you are here, let's begin the interview.

You mean, like this?

But have you worn something?

Do you take a bath with your clothes on?

-No. -Exactly!

Having a bath with your clothes on is cheating.

And Silk doesn't cheat.

What you see is what you get.

What are you doing?

You are only taking my pictures

What about my house?

When the goddess is present in her full glory,

who cares about the temple?

Bye, madam.

Butter became of Amul.

What about the cow who gave milk?

My film made that Silk.

She shed her modesty.

Everyone stopped looking at me.

Sir.

Silk is very good at creating headlines.

But this isn't right, sir.

A girl, that too an actress, moreover, on the front page!

Bad news, sir. She's flying high.

Let her fly.

No matter how high the popcorn goes, it always falls back in the pan.

Excellent, sir, excellent! That's brilliant!

What are you looking for?

Someone from Manorama had interviewed me, too.

But those idiots didn't print anything.

When will you grow up?

You brought all this to your new house, too!

What if Surya sees it?

He will be pleased that before I met him, I would make do with his pictures.

Surya and you are worlds apart.

I'm worried. A thousand girls, like you, are crazy for him.

And a thousand guys, like him, are crazy for me.

Why worry? We have the world at our feet.

He has another life. He is married.

If I had met him earlier, perhaps he would have married me,

and I would have been in his wife's place.

"If," "perhaps," "I would have been,"

when these words crop up in love, it's better to step back.

Amma, I know I don't have any right on Surya.

But, what can I do?

There are no brakes in love.

-But... -Let's talk about something else, Amma.

You know something? Sit.

-Did you hear that? -What?

Listen carefully.

I can't hear anything.

That's the best part of living here.

You don't hear the neighbors and there are no unwanted sounds.

Silk, make it more seductive.

Come on.

Come on.

This scene should make the public go wild.

Make it hot!

Hey, what...

Leave me!

Mr. Worm, take your shot.

That was fantastic.

What a shot!

So, Silk, were you thinking about Surya, sir?

Why will I think of him, if I can be with him whenever I want to, right?

-Ratnamma, I have dialogues in this film. -Yes, tell me.

I'm very nervous.

Why?

People will laugh at me.

Why did the Worm have to have a premiere?

What is this?

-I won't attend the premiere. -Why not?

Ratnamma, I'm a dancer.

I don't even have the "ting" of acting in me.

Don't be mad.

-You can't go inside. -I know her. Listen to me.

-I said you can't go. -Let me at least talk to her.

-Silk, madam... -You can't go in.

Ratnamma, I'll call you later.

Just let me talk to her!

Silk, madam. Silk, madam!

Silk, madam.

How are you, madam?

You.

Silk, madam, how are you?

I'm good.

God is playing games with me.

I thought...

this 1,000 rupees might be enough.

But you, you seem to be very rich.

Even a million won't be enough.

You know what? You've been lucky for me.

Whenever you come, something good definitely happens.

Now, you're leaving me high and dry.

I'm giving 1,000 rupees to the security guard.

Thanks a lot for the kiss, madam.

You are very nice. You are very nice!

Some people make films to touch the heart.

Some people make films to touch the mind.

The body part they wanted to touch, well, this film was a hit there!

She was playing tunes in people's heart.

And I was being played like a fiddle.

-Thank you. -What a movie.

-Very nice. -You liked it?

-Thank you. -Very nice.

What a film, what a film!

You liked it?

Like?

I haven't seen such a disgusting film in my life.

There's something nice and superb about this film.

Silk?

Now, you will realize that to make a good film, you need a good director,

not a dancer!

But don't you worry.

Do you think this film will do well?

Not a chance.

But I am still willing to work with you because you gave me my first break.

Here.

Have this...

and even the abuses will sound sweet.

Mr. Worm!

That bastard ripped everything apart.

Forget about him.

I am sure even his alcohol is as bad as him.

But what if his words come true?

We haven't made this film for him.

Our fate will be decided on Friday.

Industry has sunk to new lows.

Thanks to Selva Ganesh, and more importantly, Silk.

By Nayla."

-Down with Silk! -Down with Silk!

-Down with Silk! -Down with Silk!

-Down with Silk! -Down with Silk!

Sir, sir!

Hello.

Surya, sir!

Smile, please.

Hey, Silk.

Hello, Silk.

It's been so long.

Is this the first time you're here?

You act very well even in reality.

Sir, a little closer, please.

Yes, that's fine.

Let's go inside.

All the action is inside.

-All night, you stick to me like glue. -Hello.

Apart from that, you don't even want to hold me.

Hello. Control yourself, Silk.

The people here know me.

If my wife hears about this, it won't be good.

See you later at the farmhouse.

So, now what?

Enjoy the race.

Lay a bet on a good horse.

I have a bet on you.

Don't let me down.

See you in the evening.

That's Silk.

What is she doing here?

What kind of people have started coming here?

Let alone her films, I don't even look at the posters.

You!

You are here at the racecourse.

Why not? Can't I come to the racecourse?

I'm a star, too.

You think only these well-dressed people with their English accents

can come here?

-You are Silk, aren't you? -Yes, so what?

I am your fan.

I thought nobody here knows me.

Apart from a dozen horses and a few asses, there's no one here who doesn't know you.

Thank you.

-On the third number. -One minute. one minute.

-Here. -Listen.

I want to lay a wager that number nine will win.

How do I do it?

Silk, madam, don't bet on that horse.

This horse has never won.

Nobody has ever betted on him.

Did anyone imagine that India would defeat West Indies

in the Cricket World Cup Final?

But India won!

If nobody bets on him, why will he win?

He's a horse, not an ass.

Here's the money.

It will win.

Rama Kant, sir. Finally, someone betted on your horse.

This horse never won a race for me. But I hope he wins this race for Silk.

-Come on, come on. -Come on. Faster!

Come on, come on, Mountain Storm.

Come on. Yes!

Come on.

Come on.

-Come on. -Come on. Yes!

Oh, no!

Come on.

At night, you prefer to be like the hands of a clock at twelve o'clock.

But during the day, your clock says six o'clock.

I have to control, Silk.

Yesterday, if we were seen together, you would have lost nothing,

but I would have lost everything.

So, which horse did you bet on?

The horse that won.

I'm the horse that wins.

Come here.

Surya!

Radhika!

-Bloody hell. Go inside. -Surya!

Your dress.

Surya, open the door.

-Surya! -Coming.

Go in, will you?

Go in.

Surya, please open the door.

Yes. Just coming.

-What were you doing? -When you came?

What do you mean by that? Just now, I came.

The party was so boring. I got headache.

So I thought I should take a rest.

Press my head. No one does it like you.

Silk never took the easy path.

Then, how could her life ever be easy?

She had broken a million hearts. And now, her heart was at stake.

People say that only the heart breaks, but they're wrong.

Every single part of the body goes into mourning.

The throat becomes dry, and cheeks remain cold.

Eyes well up with tears, and the heart remains empty.

I learned about Silk's misery much later. Otherwise, I would have celebrated.

Excuse me!

Are you all right?

Why will I be not okay?

-Should I get a taxi for you? -Why? Don't you have a car?

You will come along with me?

-Why not? Are you going to rape me? -What?

Why are you saying that?

Excuse me.

Just a minute, please.

Don't worry. Just do it.

What?

You aren't the first man to think,

"While shifting the gear, if I could somehow touch her."

What? No, I was not thinking like that.

You work for Surya Kant?

I'm his brother.

Surya Kant. Rama Kant.

Brothers, brothers.

Did you see his wife entering?

Yes.

That's when you figured

that since the permanent one is in, I will sneak out.

One brother takes me to bed,

and the other is erecting a bed in his mind.

Why are your thoughts always so twisted?

Because virtue doesn't stand a chance in this world.

What do you do?

I'm a writer. I write.

What was your last film?

I haven't gotten the first one yet.

And you'll never get one.

Why?

According to you, there's only one hero in your family.

And that's Surya Kant.

According to you, who is he?

Hero or a villain?

I have given up classifying people.

Moreover, the hero and the villain,

it doesn’t matter because I'm the vamp in every story.

I want to go home.

Will you take me there?

Yes.

You see that window?

I escaped from it on the eve of my wedding.

Won't you go in?

Mother...

This award goes to Silk.

And to give this award, I would like to call Mr. Surya Kant.

I want to present an award to the person who chose Silk for this award.

She is despicable and the person who chose her is even worse.

But, mister, who the hell are you?

Abraham, director.

It's been a long time since I have seen you.

I finally realized where to be seen and where not.

Success has gone to your head.

But many like you have come and gone.

I haven't come here to go away.

Look, I'm up here and the others are down there.

Do you think the people down there adore you?

They are laughing at you.

They know very well that you don't belong to us.

You are the fantasy from last night that nobody talks about the next morning.

You are our dirty secret!

At least, say thanks.

I really don't know where to begin from.

If I begin right at the start, my Mother will be hurt.

If I talk about the present, you might feel offended.

Because today, I won't stop.

Everybody's right eye is twitching and heart on the left is throbbing,

anticipating what I'm about to say.

You must be wondering why you ever put a nobody like me on a pedestal.

Some people are famous because of what they do.

I'm infamous for what I do.

"Vulgar."

"Disgusting."

"Sexy."

"Dirty."

Those words are applied to describe me.

Just so someone's film could take off, I was used as a boarding pass.

Yet people say I'm vulgar.

You made me dance,

but nobody noticed my effort or my sincerity.

You were busy noticing something else.

Yet you label me disgusting.

Sexy.

My films are not meant to be watched with the family,

but people watch them alone and end up with a bigger family.

If I open few buttons, then everyone will break into a sweat.

Don't you worry.

I'm leaving.

Because except for me, everyone else here is honorable.

But I must say, your honor is unbelievable.

You make films about sex. You sell them. You watch them. You show them.

You even present them with awards. But you're scared to acknowledge them.

Neither will you change, nor will I.

Wrap yourself with your so-called honor and I will carry on shedding my clothes.

I will continue making these Dirty Pictures.

And I will bring these Dirty Pictures before you.

Who are you?

Nayla.

So it is you who writes all the bad stuff about me.

It will be bad if I stop writing about you.

Which means?

I mean, what you're doing today is a rebellion.

Years later, people will call it freedom.

I don't get you.

Stay as you are, like a storm. Don't think too much.

Because if you do, you'll fade away.

I am Silk.

I'm not some film that will change after the interval.

That's Surya's wife and she's coming towards us.

Finally, I met you.

I've heard a lot about you.

I'm sure you have, but there's a lot more about me.

I like you better in person than on the screen.

I heard a lot about you, too, and you're less either.

He looks just like his father.

He even behaves like him.

You have no idea what it is like to be a superstar's wife.

Even so, there isn't a lot of difference between us.

Yes, there is.

There is a lot of difference.

No, Radhikaji.

The difference is as big as a mole.

I have a mole near my heart and you have one on what you sit on.

How do you know?

Your face gave it away.

That you have a mole right where I said it is.

When human is alone, his eyes blink less.

Her eyes look for someone who feels near and dear to him.

Hey, writer boy!

Are you going to stand by your brother or you going to talk to me as well?

You're pretending as if you don't know me.

What do you want? Tell me.

What I want can only be enjoyed at night.

Night?

Why not now?

What will people think?

What will Surya think?

Here, in front of everyone.

This is between you and me.

Actually, things didn't work out with Surya.

Now, it's all up to you.

I'll see you alone tonight.

What are you doing? You are doing it all wrong.

Do it right.

Don't hold it, let me do it.

You're doing it all wrong.

I know how to slide it in.

Is this your first time?

Never mind me. Slide it in properly.

We haven't even moved yet and you're all wet.

Whatever you do, do it nice and easy.

Now, ease into first gear.

Slowly.

Easy, yes, slowly.

Slow. Look straight ahead.

Slowly.

Yes, that's the way.

Look straight ahead.

What are you doing?

Look straight ahead.

Now, add a little pressure on this pedal. It's the accelerator.

Okay?

Thanks.

Now that you've bought a car, you should have hired a driver as well.

I bought the car from the winnings at the derby.

I can't decide whether I should hire a driver or a jockey.

Do you know that was my horse?

Really?

Well, then, you are lucky for me.

No, you are lucky.

I saw you whispering to the horse before the race.

What did you say?

It seemed depressed.

I said, "Nobody has ever looked at my feet.

Hold your head high and leave everyone behind."

And it did.

Your words are so loaded with horsepower that they rein in the wild spirit in men,

while they revive the sagging spirit of horses.

You tell me.

Who holds your reins?

What do you mean?

If I spell it out, you'll blush.

Do you have any girlfriend?

No.

Why?

In the beginning, a girlfriend is delicious as cream.

But then, she slowly engulfs you like cholesterol,

and finally, strikes like a heart attack!

Fine, I'll see for myself...

how long an ascetical celibate like you can resist the charms of a single woman.

Trying to meet you is like jumping across an electric fence.

Sit.

You can get a 440-volt shock anytime!

What do you think am I, a little battery?

I'm a transformer. Transformer.

Are you planning on giving me something lethal?

Why? Are you out of your breath already?

You better save some.

Neither is it your birthday nor mine. So what's this cake for?

Blow away your old life.

And wish your new one a happy birthday.

What are you doing? Are you okay?

Many people have gained fame hiding behind their black deeds.

At least you are covered in white.

You are crazy.

Happy Birthday.

-What are you doing! -To you, too!

Hello.

Hey, guys, stop press now!

Anything new about Silk?

I have something that will create a sensation.

Tell us, Nayla. What did Silk do now?

I haven't thought about it.

About what?

What do I label Silk?

Manipulative or helpless?

Vamp or just a victim?

How are the pictures?

I'll cut them out.

And what about those rubbish which was written about us?

I don't know what they have written.

In fact, I don't care and never did.

I cut out the pictures, but only if they are good.

A newspaper may go stale in a day Silk,

but the news in it remains fresh for years to come.

And these journalists never write anything good about you.

Now, they've labeled you as Draupadi.

One should never break one's own rules.

When she was carefree, she used to soar like a bird.

Just a few bothers, and wings were cut.

Ma'am.

Nayla, madam, is busy at the party.

She said she can't meet anyone and I shouldn't let anyone in.

Didn't you tell her it's Silk?

Yes, ma'am, I know you. I told her.

What's this party about?

Ma'am, the party is to celebrate Nayla madam's Best Journalist Award.

A lot of high-profile people and celebrities are present.

Kumar.

Yes, madam?

-Call the police. -Yes.

I guess they heard I'm on the way.

Yes, sir.

But they are looking in the opposite direction.

Honk, honk! Otherwise, they won't give way.

I can't stay here like these idiots.

Let's go back.

I'll check what's going on.

Move! One minute.

-Are you all right? -Yes.

What are you doing?

Stealing the thunder from Nayla's party.

You are unbelievable, Silk.

Why ruin just one party, when I can ruin two?

Driver, start the car. Come on!

There are many stars in this industry, Silk.

But there's only one hero, you.

That was unbelievable.

You publicly wrecked her private party.

Now Nayla will never celebrate anything, not even her birthday!

Once Silk decides on something, she goes through with it.

Surya, for instance.

His mouth was open like an uncovered manhole.

I hope you didn't mind me kissing you.

My heart said so and I did.

Even though the heart is on the left, its decisions are always right.

Wow, the writer rises...

You should sleep.

Tomorrow, I have to narrate the story to Vijayan.

And you have a shoot, too.

We just left two people burning with anger,

and you want to put it out?

If I stay back, a fire will start over here.

Then, let it.

Ooh la la, ooh la la

You are my fantasy

You should not call out to others when you're on the edge.

The bullet exits the gun.

The villain's spirit exits his body.

The end of the film.

-And the audience exits the theater. -What kind of ending is this?

I didn't even have a fight sequence.

Swords are pulled out of their sheath, clothes ripped apart,

bodies ripped apart, blood all over, that leads to the end of the film.

You should have a sword fight. Yes, a sword fight.

Sir, the lead hero is a cop.

How could he can have a sword?

That's a valid point.

Perhaps an ancestral sword, a family heirloom.

But, sir, the lead hero is an orphan.

Boring!

Boring!

Lead heroes of the '60s and '70s were orphans.

We are in the '80s now.

Let him have a family.

And a sister, give her dignity.

-And then take it away! -Yes.

His sister's trampled dignity

should reflect on his sword.

Now, that will heighten the climax!

-What do you say, Vijayan? -Sir, what an imagination!

What do you think, Rama?

I have one word.

Superhit!

Sir, sensational, this will be sensational!

Silk couldn't differentiate between a man and a horse.

A horse at its peak will win derbies.

But a man at his peak moves like time itself.

Then, he can neither stop nor he can come back.

Do you remember when we first met?

You couldn't utter a word.

And now, you make excuses.

There was a time when I'd merely think of you and you would show up.

And now...

-you think twice before meeting me. -Cut it!

What are you laughing for? Do you think this is a joke?

You are the one making a joke, madam.

We have shot this scene yesterday.

I need a cigarette!

Silk, what's going on?

Once upon a time, you would act out a scene

and I didn't feel like calling out cut.

But it seems like you don't feel like acting anymore.

How can I?

There's nothing new to do.

Every day, it's the same old scene, same old dialogue, same old story.

You can only act in one particular film, and I am making it.

I know why you're so arrogant today.

You've signed on that new girl, Shakeela.

But, Venkat, sir, there can never be another Silk.

And we don't want another Silk!

Every day, it's something new.

A new spat with Surya or a new scene with his brother.

Or your love for the bottle.

In that case, pack up!

Make this film with that girl, Shakeela!

Silk, wait.

Don't make a mistake you'll regret.

People who walk out on their work,

spend the rest of their lives begging for work.

But they get nothing.

I am Silk. Silk.

Don't forget I'm a star.

When stars fade away, they become one with the darkness.

And when the bare darkness strikes,

the first thing it takes away is the star's shine!

Hello.

Rama Kant, please.

Madam, he is busy at a pooja.

Pooja?

For what?

Madam, it's a pooja for his new film.

Tell Rama Kant it's Silk.

Sorry, madam, I can't disturb him.

Hello.

Hello, give the phone to Rama Kant.

-But, madam... -Tell Rama Kant it's Silk!

Sir, it's Silk on the line. She wants to talk to you.

Tell her I'll call her later.

Okay.

I'm very sorry, madam.

I can't disturb him.

Rama Kant, sir...

Sir, I'm very happy.

One brother will write, the other will act.

-Today is a great day. -And Silk will dance.

Greetings!

-You're on time. -Excuse me.

-Vijayan. -Yes, sir?

Silk will not act in this film.

The audience has seen every inch of her talent.

Sir, as you wish.

But, sir, the public demands excitement.

We will change the trend.

Everything that Silk did, we'll get the heroine to do.

That's fine.

Sir, but what about the heroine's image?

The public goes for the goods on display, the store doesn't matter.

When honor is disrobed,

it's the honorable ones that enjoy it the most.

You're right, absolutely right, sir.

Rama Kant, what do you think?

Sir.

Silk, madam, on the line.

Silk, what a coincidence.

We were just talking about you.

I'm here with Vijayan and Surya.

They don't want you for their next film.

And I think their decision is right.

You won't do this film.

Absolutely not!

On the first day of the shoot,

I would like to introduce you to my parents.

Hello, Ma'am Silk.

I am Mutthu.

I am a small-time filmmaker.

I want to work with you. This is my card.

Drop it at my place.

Okay, thank you. Thank you very much.

-Excuse me. -Oh, great!

Well, the set is beautiful.

It's all thanks to you.

And don't make a mess today.

My parents will be here soon.

Your mother is fine, but how old is your father?

Silk, please!

Don’t worry!

I'm a hit with the men in your family.

You know, I don't like such jokes.

Rama Kant, please come here.

One second.

Silk, madam.

I'm a big fan of yours.

I am Shakeela.

So, you're Shakeela!

You've heard about me?

Yes.

But it was probably a lie.

Why? What happened?

Do you have a mirror at home?

Go and break it.

Because it's lying that you can be another Silk.

You are wrong!

Even I have something.

Even I can do anything.

Really?

Come on, then!

There is that night of the honeymoon

I am that night

The joy of that night

I am that joy

That knocks the lover senseless

I am that intoxication

The mantra to love and relationships That you have read

I am that book

I am that book

I play like the banjo I blossom in dreams

Gentlemen, make me infamous

I intoxicate you like whiskey

I grapple like a hiccup

Get intoxicated, my gentleman

We forget ourselves

Give me a drink like that

My every move is killer And I sting with my lips

I pinch like a knife Seem like bullet and I'm like venom

What suites everybody's body I'm that gold

Burn but doesn't burn Once ignited never douse, I'm that flame

Hey

Bad half, sullen, departed

Broken is your dream without me

It is only me

I am that intoxication, blend us together

When the man's time is right, his torn clothes become a style.

And when time changes, the same people go to tear his clothes.

Let her go.

She is not worthy of you.

Women like Silk don't belong at home. A bed is where they belong.

What have you done, Silk?

I told you, don't think.

You gave up too soon.

Say what you want to.

Couldn't you control yourself for just one night?

What difference would that make?

Would your parents think I'm a decent girl?

What is their impression now?

They think you are lewd and disgusting.

Well, you're in love with someone like her.

That's my character on screen. I'm not like that in real life.

You mean, you'll stay like this all your life?

Lewd and disgusting?

The thing that made me Silk, how can I let it go?

Surya was right.

Women like Silk don't belong at home.

Of course, a bed is where they belong, isn't it?

Silk's noose is ready for both of you.

You are calling Silk lewd and disgusting.

See how I ruin you!

Anyone there?

Get up!

Anyone there? Get up!

Come on, talk to me!

Please, someone talk to me!

If exchange of hearts entailed hanging,

then this world would have been hanged a long time ago.

Love and affections aren't always with you,

but its enmity goes along with you.

That's why neither Silk could accept defeat nor I.

What you're proposing is a very big risk.

Think about it.

When God has blessed you with one life, why think twice?

No, think again.

You could lose all that you have earned.

I never thought I'd get what I have earned.

You need to do a lot of films to earn that much.

But only one is enough to lose it all.

It's your blood and sweat. That's why I'm telling you.

I've seen you rising up.

I can't bear to see you fall.

Silk trusts her Mr. Worm.

I love your idea of a triple role.

One mother and two daughters.

Even I was thinking the same.

When people see one Silk, their tongues will hit the floor.

When they see three Silks together, their trousers will hit the floor.

You remember Abraham?

-What about him? Is he dead? -No.

He is alive.

He is also making a triple role film.

And he is playing the lead.

Rama Kant is writing the script.

Mr. Worm, do you know why silk is so expensive?

Because it is meant to shine.

Let him make his film.

We will watch it and so will the public.

The era of hate was over.

Now, it was time to destroy Silk, once and for all.

She stole my idea to compete against me.

I will put an end to her.

Oh!

Oh!

-Very good. -Hello, Mr. Worm.

Good, good! Very good.

Mr. Worm, will the trousers come down or not?

Everything will come down.

Where is she?

You have picked me up and you have dug your own grave.

Let me just see her, I'll pour earth on her.

You stepped on the beach and the tide subsided.

When the tide rises, you will be the first to drown.

I even swam through the giant waves in a storm,

and that's the reason I've survived.

But you...

You're back where you started from.

Well, even you came to me.

You can't live without me.

My biggest fan.

I'm here to celebrate your defeat.

Why?

Don't you have anyone to celebrate your success with?

I told you.

You can't defeat me.

But the fight was a pleasure.

Silk is born to give pleasure.

To her well-wishers and her opponents.

And you are extra special.

That's what the newspapers say.

But there's something you still haven't revealed.

The fact that you like me.

Flop actress.

She had the last word like the lead hero.

Her mouth revealed more than her attire.

I like her?

I...

Even if she is the last woman on earth, I'd castrate myself!

Murli.

-Murli... -Coming, sir.

A large coffee, please.

And for the two women?

Beer or tequila?

Success does bestow a certain energy, Murli.

Two girls?

It's not what you think.

One brought you home last night.

And the other is waiting outside with her camera.

Ask the one with the camera to wait and send the one who I brought last night.

I'm leaving!

Last night was great, wasn't it?

No!

And you should be with Silk, not with me!

All night, you kept talking about that disgusting woman!

Oh, I'm sorry, baby.

Tell me something.

When I was talking about her, was it with hatred or affection?

The problem is I, I hate her.

But she thinks I love her.

I want to know what my feelings have to say.

You are mad.

You're absolutely mad!

You don't even know my name.

Yet you spent the night with me, and you are calling Silk disgusting.

How did I end up in this Shakespearean tragedy, Silk?

Earlier, I fought with you, and now I'm fighting for you.

Your girlfriend left hurling by abusing you.

She was nothing.

Last week, a girl almost broke my head.

That time, you were nothing.

Now, you are something.

Next week, again, I'll be nothing.

I'm not some film that changes every week.

You just reminded me of someone.

I thought I was the only antique piece around here.

Hey, by the way, congrats.

You've defeated Silk.

I can't believe you guys.

I get no credit for my success.

You're congratulating me because Silk failed.

Abraham, whose side are you taking?

Our side or Silk's side?

I hate her.

And if you want to continue talking about her,

then this interview is over.

I didn't know that Silk is such a sensitive topic.

Tell me something.

What brought about this drastic change in your films?

You see, one day, I was watching my own film and I fell asleep.

That's when I realized something.

Films need three things to sell.

Entertainment, entertainment, entertainment.

-Silk, madam. -Silk, madam.

Tell the costume designer to show me other option.

Silk, is there anything important?

I have come here to get high.

You know acting always gets me high.

Silk, you know very well

that it's not only me, it's everybody who will not give you any work.

But if you want some money...

Do you have five rupees?

Five rupees?

When I first tried to get into films, someone told me

that nobody would give me any work.

He gave me five rupees and sent me away.

Sir, give me five rupees.

Probably, those days will come back.

I was the dog that had gone mad after biting Silk.

I never let a friend get close to me, but Silk was. All thanks to our enmity.

Why did I go to her?

For company?

For lack of a friend, an enemy would do.

Don't stare at me.

It's as if the oven is awaiting a marinated chicken.

At least try to give yourself some respect in your words.

Anyway, what are you doing here?

For lack of a friend, an enemy will do, yes?

I've destroyed you.

I was here to see how many stitches Silk needs.

Have a coffee. I'll pay for it.

Two Silk coffees, please.

The coffee that goes by my name is quite famous.

Try it. It's the best cure for a hangover.

You will burn in hell!

And you...

You will enjoy it as a bonfire and warm your hands.

My heart and mind were caught in a duel.

I guess I was too high that I began to like Silk.

The mind warned, "Don't be an idiot, control yourself."

For every man, there is a woman.

If you can stay away from her, life will be great.

Otherwise, it's over.

I viewed from different angles, in different poses,

even stood on my head.

But it's the same result.

I can never like you.

You better get yourself checked,

or you won't like your wife the day after your wedding.

Do you have alcohol at home?

Do I look like an idiot?

That I offer you a drink and let you abuse me?

I want a drink because I don't want to abuse you.

I think you're the type of girl who looks better after a drink.

This is the worst!

You mean, it struck a chord in your heart.

The color of the bathtub is awful.

They should have more bubbles.

I didn't like it.

Then give it back.

I'm keeping it.

What about this?

Even children wear more clothes than you.

If you manage to live up to a ripe old age,

you will look exactly like your mother.

That's not my mother, it's me.

Nayla wanted to take an interview of my Mother.

You know Nayla.

She can be very persistent.

It was not easy to say no to her, but it was easy to become my own mother.

So I dusted my hair with powder, wore a dull saree,

and gave the interview.

Have you done any work in a right way?

Why didn't you take Nayla to your mother?

My Mother had slammed the door on me.

Why would they talk about me

when they are embarrassed they gave birth to me?

If you weren't born at all, how would the world ever know

that women can also be like you?

Is that an abuse disguised as praise or praise concealed in an abuse?

I can't praise you.

And lately, I can't even abuse you.

Be careful, Abraham, sir.

I guess you have started liking me.

I told you. You're that type of girl who looks better after a drink.

Have you ever been in love?

Love that leads you to bed.

Yes.

Love that takes away your breath.

No.

How many people have touched you?

Many people have touched me...

but nobody has ever touched my heart.

This is what happens...

when a boy and a girl meet, they get close,

they kiss, end of the story.

I've gained infamy because of that.

But if this story ends here like this, it will be...

It will be what?

It will be a sin.

Love is a song of the gods

Love is a festival of lights for the heart

Love is a fragrance

Love is a burst of morning hues

Love is a lilting waterfall

Love is a prayer

Love exists in every breath

Love lays in the eyes

Separate my heart from my soul

Destroy me in love

Make my existence complete with love

To you, I surrender all my love

My love is an absolute submission

My love is an absolute submission

To you I surrender all my love

My love is an absolute submission

Love is a song of the gods

Love is a festival of lights for the heart

Love is a fragrance

Love is a burst of morning hues

I think of you in the morning

I think of you at dawn

My destiny

Holds only your name

In your fire, I burn

Playing with the coal

In my dreams, I walk ahead to tell you

To you

I surrender all my love

My love is an absolute submission

To you

I surrender all my love

My love is an absolute submission

My love is an absolute submission

Walking together

Our hands leave each other's grasp

Don't meet me in such paths

Talking

The night fades away

Meet me in those nights

Who am I? Who is God?

Where you are, I find everything

Our lips meet my lips blossom

Why should I move away?

To you

I surrender all my love

My love is an absolute submission

My love is an absolute submission

To you

I surrender all my love

My love is an absolute submission

My love is an absolute submission

I'm sober, and yet you're still beautiful.

Silk, you've spoiled Abraham.

Nothing else could be worse than this, Silk.

Even your enemy doesn't hate you anymore.

Hello?

Silk.

-Who is it? -I'm speaking.

-Who is speaking? -Arvind.

Whom do you want?

Ask, "What do you want?"

My money. All of it!

I told you I will give it back.

I'm not going anywhere.

You have my house as collateral.

Listen, madam.

As soon as I sign my next film, I will return your money.

I saw your last film, and the empty theaters.

Do you think anybody will offer you a film?

You have until next week, or you can forget the house.

I had no idea that Silk was so badly shattered.

She herself didn't know what was she up to.

Oh, great, you are here.

Come.

I've been waiting for you. Come in.

Everything is ready for you. Everything.

What do you mean "ready"? What's the story?

The story is sexy.

Dialogues are sexy.

Expression is sexy.

Madam, from your head to your toe, you should only exude sex.

I don't get it, what's going on?

-Don't worry. -I don't think I can do it.

Listen to me, please.

Don't be scared of them.

They are all junior artists.

But you are different.

They are rehearsing. Come with me.

Have a seat. I'll explain it to you.

We will do exactly as you say.

Don't worry at all.

Just a minute.

Listen, madam. Right now, I have a film and money.

It's yours, keep it.

Madam, right now, you don't have either of them.

What are you worried about?

Do it. Trust me, just do it.

I suggest you have a drink.

Relax, then think about it.

No problem at all.

-Drink! -Yes, sir.

Madam.

You make one film with me, and I will plant a garden of money for you.

And then, both money and films will chase you!

Here, take this. Don't think, just take it.

Good.

Are you okay?

Madam, we're ready for your shot.

Come!

Good. Good, Silk.

Make it sexy.

Make people go mad.

Come on, Silk, come on!

Lights on. Start the camera.

Raju, remove your clothes.

Hurry up.

Suresh, zoom the camera.

Very good, Silk.

Come on, Silk.

Come on, Silk.

Go close. Very good.

Police, police. Run!

Hey, run!

Hurry up. Leave the camera.

My money.

You run from here. The police have come.

Hurry up. Get up!

Hey, madam, have you gone mad?

Amma!

You are Silk, right?

Hey, madam.

You are Silk, right?

Reshma was running, not Silk.

That Reshma who wants to be famous.

She can't tell that she has lost her name.

Why don't you freshen up?

If you need anything, he will help you.

This way, madam.

Please.

I have such a big surprise for you. Answer!

Right now, I am unable to talk with Silk.

I guess she's not at home.

Okay.

There's something I need to do right now. So, tomorrow, I'll take you there.

All right.

Okay.

"Congrats! What a film! Brilliant acting!"

Everybody had words of praise.

The buttons of my shirt gave way, my chest was so puffed up with pride!

Then, what else was I missing?

I was at the party, but my thoughts were elsewhere.

Silk.

Silk, Silk, Silk.

Her name kept ringing on my mind.

But she, she wasn't even answering my phone calls.

-Hello? -There's something strange about you.

When I ignored you, I bumped into you everywhere.

Now, when I want to see you, you have vanished.

Abraham, do yourself a favor.

Find yourself a nice girl.

Listen.

I have a big surprise for you.

Do you want to sign me for your next film?

Even better.

I'm waiting.

Right now,

I'm stuck at a boring party with boring people.

Who is there?

The usual suspects.

Surya Kant, Rama Kant, Vijayan Venkat, Selva Ganesh.

Tell them I said, "Bye."

Where are you going?

To bed.

I'm very sleepy.

See you in the morning.

Promise. I'll see you.

He has a point.

Abraham, sir.

It's your party. We were looking for you.

You just vanished.

Where were you?

I was talking to Silk.

The bus isn't moving, then why are you running after it?

She's worthless.

You can talk to her anytime. Enjoy the party.

What did she say?

She said goodbye to all of you.

Is she going somewhere?

It's the right thing to do, Rama Kant.

She should go away.

There's nothing left for her anymore.

Silk!

Silk!

Silk!

Silk? Silk.

Silk!

When life becomes miserable, that's when you begin to understand it.

And a million questions arise to which you will never get the answers.

Why didn't Mother hug me as soon as she opened the door?

Why didn't I realize

that worshipping a star and loving a star are two different things.

The person whom you taught to stand up for himself,

why didn't he stand up for you?

Everybody wanted to feel me Why didn't anybody hold my hand?

You can hear the pages turn in a library.

You can even hear honking in a silence zone.

But when ears that are accustomed to applause fail to hear the abuses,

life begins to resemble an empty theater.

I don't know whether Silk was right or wrong.

The matters in a person's life run really long.

But the judgments are passed up there.

Up there...

Silk must be creating an uproar up there as well.