[pigeons cooing] [water splashing]
[wind blowing]
[pigeons cooing] [water splashing]
[temple bell ringing]
"Music is the honey flowing from the heavens, a revered companion..."
"...a relationship earned by past good deeds."
"Music is the honey flowing from the heavens, a revered companion..."
"...a relationship earned by past good deeds."
"Goddess Bharati..."
[birds chirping] [cuckoo cuckooing]
[birds chirping] [water splashing]
[birds chirping]
"Oh, the one who blesses with a stream of 'svaras'!"
"Oh, the one who enjoys pacifying sweet music!"
"Oh, the one who is the saviour of all arts and has a beautiful smile!"
"Oh, the one who lives in the temple of music!"
"Oh, the one who flows like the holy river of honey! Look upon us mercifully!"
"Oh, the one who blesses us with knowledge and wisdom! Look upon us mercifully!"
[wind blowing] [birds chirping]
[waterfall roaring and splashing]
"Poetry is the elixir born out of imagination."
"It contains the truth resulting in good."
"It is the breast-milk of the Goddess Bharati."
"Poetry is the elixir born out of imagination."
"It contains the truth resulting in good."
"It is the breast-milk of the Goddess of Bharati."
[waterfall splashing]
"Being led by the letters of knowledge, and residing in the kingdom of wisdom"
"gives fruitfulness to life!"
"Being led by the letters of knowledge, and residing in the kingdom of wisdom"
"gives fruitfulness to life!"
[waterfall splashing]
[wind blowing] [birds chirping]
Hey Ellayya! Pullayya! [panting]
Didn't they announce that there is someone kidnapping children in our village?
Look there! He is the one. He is there. Don't leave him.
-Let us go! -Let us go!
[beats with stick]
Hey! Will you kidnap children and sacrifice them in rituals?
Did you think that you will have your way all the time?
Beat him. Beat him.
-Greetings sir! -Greetings sir!
What man? What is the matter?
Didn't we hear that someone who is kidnapping children and...
...sacrificing them to the Goddess is moving around?
We caught him in our village sir.
We dragged him here sir.
He has a robust body and looks like Lord Virabhadra (fearsome form of Lord Shiva).
Yeah!
He has big red eyes and a gaze like Lord Narasimha (incarnation of Lord Vishnu).
Yes sir.
[footsteps]
Mr. Anantarama Sharma!
I am thirsty.
-Are you thirsty? -Yeah!
-Do you want water? -Yeah!
Okay.
[pouring water]
Mr. Sharma! Water.
[chanting religious verses]
What sister? Where is the letter from?
Radha Krishna wrote it.
What did he write?
He apparently found Mr. Anantarama Sharma who was missing for the past three years.
He is apparently in a very sorry and pitiful state like a mad man.
So, the treasure trove of music and the incarnation of Tyagaraja...
...took this form finally.
Umm. What else?
Now, he is under the care of Radha Krishna.
He wrote to us that he is unable to decide what to do and asking for our advice.
So, what do you say that we should do, brother-in-law?
What shall we do, sister?
[processional music playing]
Look at him!
He is the one.
Didn't I tell you about the incarnation of Tyagaraja...
...the uncrowned king of the kingdom of music?
Mr. Anantarama Sharma. Look at him.
Destined for greatness, look at the respect that he is receiving.
When will this Gangadharam be paraded on an elephant, grandmother?
If you keep climbing trees and roam around like a mischievous idiot,
forget about an elephant, they won't parade you even on a donkey.
If you also practice music with discipline and focus and become...
...such a revered scholar, then you will experience such processions and respect.
[smiles]
The emperor of music, the monarch of the tunes, notes and tones...
...the revered Mr. Gangadharam is here. I am welcoming him on all our behalf.
[clapping]
The green gram dosas and idlis (Indian dishes) are hot. Eat them quickly sir.
If you do it for one day, that's okay.
Why are you feeding us everyday, Seethamma?
We started the hotel with your help.
If we are at least in this stage today, aren't you the reason, sir?
It doesn't look like that our Gangadharam came for the music class today.
Isn't today the No Moon Day? His mind would have wandered.
[bell ringing]
Will he behave the same in your school too, sir?
Aah! Though it's not the exact same behavior...
...it definitely is not the right behavior.
Take a cane and beat him up black and blue one day sir.
[bell ringing]
Me and my husband are working very hard and selling idlis and dosas.
[bell ringing]
He, without any responsibility...
-What Seethamma? Is it about Gangadharam? -Yes madam.
He started early in the morning to come here. I just learnt that he didn't come.
Is music necessary for a guy like him?
[bell ringing]
Unnecessary trouble for you.
When he doesn't come to the class or makes some mischief...
...I also get angry like you, Seethamma.
But, when he opens up his throat and starts singing...
...not sure what magic that voice holds, he holds us spellbound.
That is definitely true, sister.
Not sure what the planets are singing in his horoscope...
[bell ringing]
...he will reach great heights like a prodigy.
Who knows? He doesn't have any fear of discipline. Who knows what he will become?
Here, take this.
Greetings sir.
[car moving]
I don't understand the judge's affection. Do you want Idli?
Apparently, unless he eats breakfast from my hotel, he can't deliver his judgments.
Babai, I have wanted to ask you something for a while.
Ask away, sir.
Is there any meaning or significance of having Tyagaraja Swamy's painting
here right before the entrance? Umm?
The breakfast in my hotel should also be as tasty as Swamy's hymns.
-Umm. -One Idli.
Aah. It is to guarantee that your body will not accumulate fat and be fit...
...like Swamy's body, regardless of how much you eat.
Is it just that?
Or is it to make sure that we bless your Gangadharam everyday...
...to become as great as Tyagaraja (Indian music composer)? Umm?
-Babai, come here. -Aah.
Let us think that way then. Both of us will be happy.
Sir, I read all your stories. What a climax? What fights?
To match them and to attract as soon as one hears them...
...I thought of brilliant titles.
Hey! Don't think that I will pay for your breakfast if you praise me like this. No.
[smiles]
-You will pay for it anyway. -Umm.
First title is 'Your Wedding - My Wife'.
Aah! Fantastic!
Aah! [laughs]
Hey Babai! Get breakfast for Mr. Vijay Rao on my account.
-Okay. -Get a green gram dosa too.
Umm. Next next.
'Fake Wedding - Joint Husband'
Wow! This is even more fantastic. [smiles]
Next next.
'Commit Adultery and Deny it'
What? Commit Adultery and Deny it?
It will become more popular than 'Borrow Money and Live Luxuriously'.
[laughs]
Next next. Next next.
[controls laughter] [laughs]
Why are you laughing, man? Tell me.
'Dieting with Husband - Everyday with Lover'
[laughing out loudly]
Stop it! [coughs]
Listen, man. Hearing these titles, they might mob us for the film rights.
[laughs]
Isn't that why I thought of all these titles?
These days, they only have the demand.
You will witness Dhanalakshmi (Goddess of wealth) dancing like...
Jyothilakshmi (Indian movie dancer) in your house.
Wow! [laughs]
Listen, Babai! As this naming ceremony happened in your hotel...
...I am giving you off a tiny share in this film rights.
Give me money for what you ate. That is enough.
If you want to give anything, give it to him.
Listen! They are very good.
Apparently, our Gangadharam did not go to Pakshitheertham old lady's house...
...for the class today.
What? Didn't I wake him up early in the morning...
...and send him off to the music class?
You sent him. Shouldn't he go?
You are dreaming that he will become Junior Tyagabrahma...
...or Master Annamacharya (first known composer in Carnatic music).
But, he is roaming around trees and bushes.
"In the mountains, hills and valleys..."
"On the banks of River Godavari"
"In the mountains, hills and valleys..."
"On the banks of River Godavari"
"The cuckoo sang very eagerly"
"This cuckoo..."
"In the mountains, hills and valleys..."
"On the banks of River Godavari"
"On the banks of River Godavari..."
"As the earth sings the song, and as the blue cloud dances..."
"As the dove flies swiftly, and as laughter tinkles like bells..."
"As the blue cloud dances, and as laughter tinkles like bells."
"Let us dance to the tune, oozing with happiness."
"As life moves like a swing, and as our dreams get fulfilled."
"As Telugu language presents its flavors through the adoringly crafted metre."
"As it drifts alluringly with the breeze..."
"In the mountains, hills and valleys..."
"On the banks of River Godavari..."
"As the bee buzzes sweetly, and sings a pleasant tune."
"As the jasmines and champaks get filled with the fragrance of folk songs"
"Singing a pleasant tune, filled with the fragrance of folk songs."
"As the trees and bushes hold hands affectionately."
"As the parrots speak, surprisingly a rich honey is churned."
"As the river song caresses, and as the garden mother fondles."
"As all the 'svaras' bless us lovingly..."
"In the mountains, hills and valleys..."
"On the banks of River Godavari..."
"In the valleys... On the banks..."
[concluding the song]
How is the voice, father?
Why are you singing to yourself here?
As my throat got blocked for some reason...
...I am practicing to pull my voice out, father.
-Oh my little boy! Is that the matter? -Yes.
Not knowing this, your mother is going through the roof like a monkey.
-So, will she beat me up, father? -Will I allow her to beat you, son?
I saw you on the banks of Godavari. I got very angry. I beat you up black and blue.
You cried your eyes out. That is the story.
[smiles]
[school bell ringing] [indistinct talking by children]
Greetings, sir!
Aah! Greetings. Sit down. Sit down.
Now, prayer.
Gangadharam isn't here yet sir. How can we do the prayer now?
So what? If he doesn't wake up, won't the sun rise?
I will tear you apart! Everyone to themselves...
Chant 'Salutations to Lord Shiva' four to five times in your minds...
...and get done with it.
"I bow down to Lord Shambu, the husband of Goddess Uma, the teacher of the Gods."
"I bow down to the causer of the universe."
"I bow down to the Lord adorned by a snake and the Lord wearing a tiger skin."
"I bow down to the Lord of all creatures."
"I bow down..."
[mumbles]
Next comes the Lord who has the sun, moon and fire as his eyes.
I remember it sir. I remember it.
Then, why don't you sing?
I don't feel good to sing it in the same tune everyday, sir.
Hey! Just as we write the name of Lord Rama on the paper before we start...
...this is something that we do before we start the lesson.
Okay? The words are important.
Even if you sing it in the same tune everyday, the God won't feel bad.
Go on. Go on. Go on.
Will our stomach say no if we feed it plain rice every day, sir?
But, aren't we preparing curries and dishes that we like and eating them?
Hey! If you waste my time like this and make me angry, i will tear you apart.
Listen to me, sir. Wasn't grandmother teaching a new song yesterday?
If I can sing in that tune...
I will tear you apart. Is this the time to ponder over and sing?
Is this a musical convention to experiment with tunes and organize a concert?
I will tear you apart.
Moreover, do you possess any intuitive perception?
To comprehend the tune by hearing to it only once?
I will tear you apart.
Umm. Enough with the prayer. Go.
Sit down. Open Page 36.
Gangadharam went out sir.
Let him go. If he comes back, I will just tear him apart.
Idiot! He is so tiny. Yet he gets angry so easily.
Take out your notebooks too. I will tear you apart.
"I bow down..."
"I bow down to Lord Shambu, the husband of Goddess Uma, the teacher of the Gods."
"I bow down to the causer of the universe."
"I bow down to the Lord adorned by a snake and the Lord wearing a tiger skin."
"I bow down to the Lord of all creatures."
"I bow down to the Lord who has the sun, moon and fire as his eyes."
"I bow down to the Lord who is dear to Lord Mukunda."
[singing tune]
"I bow down..."
"...to the Lord who is the refuge of all his devotees and bestows boons upon them."
"I bow down to Lord Shiva. I bow down to Lord Shankara."
[water splashing]
If we walk holding our hands like this, we will reach sooner.
We will also be able to see the God sooner.
Aah!
-Did you slip? -Yes.
That's why I asked you to hold me tight.
From here on, it is steps all the way.
Radhi, Is that the temple?
Hey! You should not point at it with your shoes, dear. It is a sin.
It's not the temple. It is just the entrance tower.
The temple is still 5 kilometres away.
In India, will all the Gods be on the top of mountains? Won't they be on the land?
They were on the land earlier.
As people like you started coming, they climbed the mountains.
What did we do? Did we abuse the God or did we beat him up?
You did not abuse. But, tell me your name.
Don't you know, silly? GayaTri.
-GayaTri? -Umm.
If an Indian woman pronounces a nice name like Gayatri as GayaTri...
I am not born in India. Is that my mistake?
My mother and father gave birth to me in that country. That is their mistake.
Dear, if we keep telling stories to ourselves like this...
...it will be dark by the time we climb the mountain.
I guess my first mistake is to vow to climb the mountain by foot and...
...my second mistake is to accept when you offered to come with me.
Get up.
Should we also shave our heads like that?
Not needed. It is enough if you just fold your hands and pray.
Oh my God! I can't walk that long. Will you please carry me?
-Carry you? -Yes.
Come.
[heaves]
[students practicing song]
-Will the work be completed? -Yes.
Are you leaving so soon, madam?
We badly wanted to make you sing a song in the Lord's temple today.
I have some work. Let us do it the next time.
A small word.
You go ahead with your work.
I hope you know the great scholar, Anantarama Sharma.
What are you saying?
Will there be anyone who wouldn't know his name or...
...hear his song in the musical world? What is the matter?
Aren't the Lord's festivals close, madam?
We sent him an invitation to pay a visit to our temple then.
You told us a wonderful news indeed.
But, we have a small problem to host him at our house.
If you don't have any objection, can you...
Oh! Do you even have to ask?
Will we have any better fortune than hosting Tyagaraja at our humble abode?
-Definitely. -Very well, madam.
I will see you later.
Is Mr. Anantarama Sharma the same person we saw being paraded on the elephant...
...that day, grandmother?
Yes. He is. I will teach you a nice song.
If you sing it before him and gain his appreciation...
he will allow you to be his disciple.
"Oh, the one who is the symphony of music and literature."
"Adorned equally by tunes and words."
"Oh, the one who is the symphony of music and literature."
"Adorned equally by tunes and words."
"Oh, Goddess Bharati! We pray to you in our minds."
"Oh, Goddess Bharati! We bow our heads and salute you."
"Oh, the one who is the symphony of music and literature."
"The one who lives in the forest of Vedas"
"The one who has a smile like the full moon"
"The one who is surrounds every note of music"
"The one who talks to the soul"
"The one who lives in the forest of Vedas"
"The one who has a smile like the full moon"
"The one who is surrounds every note of music"
"The one who talks to the soul"
"The one who gave the prowess to Sages Vyaasa and Valmiki"
"The one who finds joy in giving knowledge"
"Oh, the one who is the symphony of music and literature."
"Adorned equally by tunes and words."
"Oh, the one who is the symphony of music and literature."
"The one who resides on the tip of Brahma's tongue"
[sings classical notes]
"The one who resides on the tip of Brahma's tongue"
"The one who gives extraordinary results"
"The real form of never ending activity"
"The one who reflects the truth"
"The one who resides on the tip of Brahma's tongue"
"The one who gives extraordinary results"
"The real form of never ending activity"
"The one who reflects the truth"
"The one who seeks all the auspicious arts always"
"The one who gives life to all the meanings of expressions"
"Oh, the one who is the symphony of music and literature."
"Adorned equally by tunes and words."
"Oh, Goddess Bharati! We pray to you in our minds."
"Oh, Goddess Bharati! We bow our heads and salute you."
"Oh, the one who is the symphony of music and literature."
[clapping]
The head of Datta Peetham (Spiritual, Cultural and Social Welfare organisation),
...Lord Ganapathi Sachchidananda is mesmerized with...
...the sweetness of your voice and blessing you with these.
As a devotee of the Lord, I have a small request.
These are hymns written by our ancestors on Goddess Sarada.
In the presence of the true master...
...if you can take the responsibility to compose tunes for these...
Wouldn't it be my honour? It is our good fortune.
Isn't everything happening as I predicted in your horoscope?
-Do you agree or not? -Greetings, sir!
I told you that you have the fortune of climbing an elephant.
They paraded you on the elephant. Done.
I told you that you have the fortune of being the creator of divine music.
The saint asked only you to compose tunes for the hymns on Goddess Sarada.
-What do you say? -Leave the past ones
What would be my fortune going forward?
As of now, for about fifteen minutes, I see a tragic fate for our ears.
Greetings.
It is him.
Her name is Gayatri. She was born and brought up in Nigeria.
She wants to learn music from you.
Yes sir. You should teach me Tyagaraja music.
Will you learn Tyagaraja music...
-Gayatree Vashantam. -What tree?
[smiles] It's Gayathri Vasantham, sir.
Oh! I guess this girl has the inability to pronounce 'ta' sound.
Listen, dear! You can definitely learn.
First, just like that...
[sings a line] Sing this
[repeats the line with wrong pronounciation]
Didn't you say about the tragic fate of our ears? This is it.
When will you teach me, sir?
He is also a scholar in music. He will teach you right now.
Umm.
Go dude! Go!
It is written in your fate that you will have...
...the fortune of being praised like a king.
It is written in my fate that I will have to listen to this voice of the hammer.
Dear Gayatree Vasantam! Will you learn music from me, dear?
Sister! Oh sister! Sister! Sister!
Sister sister sister! Sister!
What is it? What is the hurry?
Sister! Brother-in-law got... It got published in all the newspapers.
If you swallow the most important words, what will I understand?
Did I swallow the most important words? Then listen.
Padma Shri award... Photograph too...
Really? Did they confer Padma Shri to your brother-in-law?
Yes sister. Look at this newspaper...
I wonder how many people would have seen this already.
As soon as he comes, we should cast the evil eye off him.
As you are his better half, you should also be conferred with half the...
...Padma Shri and the evil eye should be cast off you too.
Tell me. Do you want Padma or do you want Shri? Tell me.
[smiles]
Padma is for his knowledge. Shri is for his glory.
Both of them should always be with him.
Anant, by the time he comes, make sure there is a grand reception arranged. Okay?
Correct, sister. Sounds good.
[classical band playing music]
These bands and festoons... What is the occassion?
I have no idea. Sister asked us to make all these arrangements...
So, we are doing all these...
Please wait.
It is not our wedding day today. What is with all this bustle? Umm?
Oh! As if you don't know anything.
Do you know what the government gave you?
They did not give you. They did not give my music.
Oh oh! Enough with the prelude. Get to the song.
The government conferred you with the Padma Shri award.
[smiles]
Even if they confer it, I won't be accepting it.
Why?
Do you know who else did they confer with that Padma Shri award?
To Mangala Mastaanayya who plays drums, to Aashirvadam who plays the clarinet...
...and to Satyavatamma who can't even pronounce Telugu words properly.
Should I receive the Padma Shri standing beside these dwarfs?
Aren't they also scholars who were honored and felicitated at musical conventions?
What? What is their knowledge? Ask them to tell me.
If the government feels that everyone who knows music is eligible for Padma Shri...
...let it give the award only to them.
Why should they mix them with me? Why should they insult me like this?
Listen dear. What if they think that you are refusing because of our jealousy?
I did not acquire my knowledge for someone else.
I did not earn my name and fame for someone else.
It will be the same today. Fearing someone else, I can't kill my self-respect.
Sister! Sister! The print media journalists are here for brother-in-law...
Greetings sir.
Greetings.
On the auspicious occassion of you being conferred with the Padma Shri award...
we congratulate you on behalf of our journalists.
[clapping] Good
Sit Down.
You are being conferred the Padma Shri very...
His opinion is that you are being conferred the award very late.
-What is your... -What is your opinion?
They gave it to some after they are dead too. What do you have to say about that?
Aah! That is also right.
How did you feel when you came to know that...
...you were conferred with the Padma Shri, sir?
What do I know? What did I learn? What did I achieve? To deserve these awards.
Those words show your humility, sir.
That is why, with an opinion that I and my music did not grow upto the stature of...
...the Padma Shri conferred by the government, I am declining it.
As they gave you the Padma Shri instead of giving the Padma Bhushan, are you...
...feeling bad?
Who wants these Padma Bhushans? Are they scales to measure knowledge?
For which Padma Shris did Tyagaraja write so many hymns? Tell me.
I am also like that. I trust my hard work and knowledge.
The affection and respect that people shower upon me...
...are the Padma Shris and Padma Bhushans for me.
[car door opens]
Your village is so peaceful, grandmother.
When your mind is peaceful, you will find everything peaceful, dear.
[metal mug rolls] Oh my God!
Shastri! Where is Gangadharam?
Didn't you teach him the song to be sung before Mr. Anantarama Sharma?
He is practicing that song sitting on the river bank.
[smiles]
Gangadharam is a boy from our village. God gave him a very valuable gift.
Whatever tune he listens to for once, it will remain etched in his mind forever.
He is immensely talented for his small age.
As they say that even gold needs polishing to shine...
nurturing the subdued musical talent in him...
...will only be possible for your husband.
You should somehow get him an opportunity to sing before your husband.
Oh Lord! [water splashing]
"The early morning fog melted."
"Shall I open the door, my lord?"
"The earth is clearing its throat."
Shall I give you the wake up call, my lord?"
"The early morning fog melted."
"Shall I open the door, my lord?"
"The earth is clearing its throat."
Shall I give you the wake up call, my lord?"
"All along your way the birds are chirping to welcome you..."
"...and the world rising to bow to you just upon hearing your footsteps."
"The early morning fog melted."
"Shall I open the door, my lord?"
"Welcoming you are the blooming flowers with their unique colors..."
"...and the alluring breeze with its variations."
"Welcoming you are the blooming flowers with their unique colors..."
"...and the alluring breeze with its variations."
"As soon as your feet greet with their warmth..."
"the worlds wake up from their slumber and start moving."
"Oh Sun-God!"
"As you breathe life into it..."
"...let the nature bow to you chanting the mystical syllables..."
"...and singing your praises with the very first song."
"The early morning fog melted."
"Shall I open the door, my lord?"
"Oh ruler of the land! All the songs that we are singing in your presence..."
"are mere compliments to your majesty."
"Oh ruler of the land! All these songs that we are singing in your presence..."
"are just compliments to your majesty."
"Once the music of a baby's cry in the breeze..."
"...gets coated by your golden rays…"
"...the tender leaf sways its head, as if it is bowing to you."
"May your smile enlighten the world..."
"...as the night gives way to you."
"The early morning fog melted."
"Shall I open the door, my lord?"
"The earth is clearing its throat."
"Shall I give you the wake up call, my lord?"
"All along your way the are birds chirping to welcome you..."
"...and the world rising to bow to you just upon hearing your footsteps."
"The early morning fog melted."
"Shall I open the door, my lord?"
-Didn't you see Mr. Anantarama Sharma? -Yes.
-She is his wife. -Okay.
If he is the God, she is the priestess.
If you want to sing before him, she will have to refer you. Bow to her.
[temple band playing music]
[priests chanting Vedic verses]
[chanting Vedic verses]
[singing Vedic verses]
[western music playing]
Father! Dung!
Hey! When you sing about the early morning dew melting...
...you should sing as if it already melted... or about to melt
...or just melting.
-Only then, that tune and that essence... -Shh!
He will forget what he learnt with your blabbering.
You come with your mouth shut. Won't he sing whatever he learnt?
Listen! When you have to sign before such a great person...
won't you have knots in your stomach?
If any such thing happens, there are facilities there.
Okay.
Hey! If you forget the song mid-way, manage it without showing it...
...on your face by humming something and mixing it off.
Then, it will pass off like soup mixed with dal. That is the story.
Er... Don't ask me anything else. I can't say anything. Let us go! Come on!
[smiles]
His knowledge is only this much, sir. Of the size of a mustard seed.
But, the shows off too much. As much as the sky.
How did he sing?
[mimics singing] [laughing]
Where is Gangadharam? Why isn't he here yet?
-When he is happy like this... -Here they come.
[laughing]
Greetings, sir! Greetings, madam!
[singing] Umm...
If we are here talking to you today...
...it is only because of the kindness of that Pakshi theertham old lady, sir.
After fourteen years of our marriage, he...
He, sir, was born when we were giving up hopes on having children.
You are talking too much.
Madam will talk. Madam?
Didn't I tell you over lunch about one Gangadharam? He is the one.
He is learning music from grandmother.
As they say, in a place with no trees, a castor plant becomes a giant tree.
How good is our knowledge and how good are we?
That boy's desire is to sing in your presence.
Dear! Shall we listen?
Okay. Go ahead.
Sing.
[singing Vedic verses]
[continues singing Vedic verses]
[changes tune]
[singing Vedic verses]
Stop it.
Is this how you host me and insult me?
Will you make a mockery of the vedic scriptures in my presence?
Don't disgrace the teacher's status by moulding indisciplined students like him.
Hmm.
-Rascal! -Aah!
-Dear, what is this? -You stop there.
Hey! Have you gone mad or is it your arrogance?
-Which devil has possessed you? -Stop it dear!
He is such a great man and scholar. Is this the way to behave with him?
Leave about us. We are your parents. We have dreams for you. You stop!
That elderly lady who is no way related to you was so eager to make you his disciple.
[groans] But, what did you do?
You insulted her and made her hang her head in shame.
[grunts] Oh oh!
Damn! What are you even alive? Why don't you just die!
Dear, he did this mistake unknowingly. Why are you using such strong words?
Look at his face. Do you see any sign of repent at least now?
From now on, there is no need of learning any music.
He will stay here and grind idli batter.
When Lord Brahma wrote his destiny to be selling dosas...
if someone like me tries to change it, won't he curse us?
-Suseela! -Present sir.
-Ramadevi! -Present sir.
-Gangadhara Rao! -Present sir.
Hmm.
Now, prayer.
Shastri, you come and do the prayer today.
I can't sing like Gangadhar, sir.
I did not ask you to sing the prayer. I asked you to do the prayer.
I will tear you up.
If such rogues do the prayer, the abodes of Goddess Saraswati will also be doomed.
Umm. Get on with it.
[gate opens]
Hey Ganga! Grandmother asked you not to come to the class. Go.
-Why? -Heard you've turned mad?
Hema! Why are you chit-chatting with him? Close the door and sit down for the class.
Umm. Go.
Go. [door closes]
-The offering is very tasty dude! -Yes. It is even better than yesterday's.
Hey Ganga! You also go in and get the offering. It is very tasty.
Hereafter, all the offerings will be there. In the heaven.
Hey! Why are you talking such nonsense?
-Hey Ganga! -Hey Ganga!
-Ganga! -Hey Ganga!
-Wait dude. -Have you gone mad?
What then dude? It is fine if my mother beats me up.
My father beat me up and scolded me. He abused me with such strong words.
Instead of getting abused, jumping into River Godavari and dying is better.
-Hey Ganga! -Hey Ganga!
Here, keep this pen as my memoir.
I will beat you up dude. Hey! Hold him tightly dude.
Ganga! You are swearing on me that you will not leave.
-Hey hey! Come quickly dude. -Leave me dude.
Uncle! Uncle uncle!
What dear?
As you scolded him, Gangadharam is saying that he will jump into River Godavari.
Aah!
He also gave me this pen to keep as a memoir. I made Raju hold him.
Come quickly.
Dear! Dear!
Ganga Ganga! It's not right to do this dude!
Hey! This is not a joke. I really want to die.
When no one likes me, why should I live?
-Hey Ganga! -Leave me.
[grunts] Leave me dude!
Please save him God!
What sins did we do for you to commit such ghastly act?
Did I perform all the rituals and endure all the pain to give birth...
...so that you can kill yourself like this?
[crying]
Hey! You wanted to jump into Godavari because I beat you up. That sounds fine.
Then, for the damage that you did to us and that elderly lady...
...which river should we jump into? Tell us that too.
What did I do in the first place?
When he sang the verses that we hear at the temple daily in a different tune...
...everyone praised him.
When I sang the same verses in another tune, you beat me up.
Isn't not only because I am a child?
Is that the matter?
It is not such a small matter.
He is a great man and a great scholar.
He sang something in ecstacy. But, as a child, if you do the same thing...
...will it sound good?
You stop dear.
You are saying that it is his mistake to sign the verses like a song.
Then, what did you do?
Didn't you also sing them as a song and commit the same mistake?
Why don't you ask him?
What is the use of falling on my legs?
Why do you snap at him like that dear? Isn't he understanding his mistake?
Listen, dear. Go to that great man and ask for his forgiveness for what you did...
Go and do that.
Huh... If you want to become such a great scholar, you need their blessings.
Not their curses.
Greetings sir!
Is sir here?
No? What about madam?
What is this sir? Same smile for everything?
If he sees anyone with a dull face today, my brother-in-law warned us...
...that he will lay them down on the roof like dry palm leaves.
[smiles] Why?
He started composing tunes for the hymns given by Bharati Peetam.
As it is the first day, the house and the people in the house should be glowing...
Okay. [smiles]
Go. Go and sit there. He will come.
Aah! Go!
[sings classical notations]
"I salute again and again..."
"I salute again and again...to the universe filled with the 'Om' sound."
"I praise again and again..."
"...the creation of the first and supreme art."
"I salute again and again...to the universe filled with the 'Om' sound."
"The buzzing of the bee stimulating the hearts of flowers..."
"Is it the 'OM' sound?"
"The warbling of parrots and cuckoos at the break of dawn..."
"Is it the 'AIM' sound?"
"The buzzing of the bee stimulating the hearts of flowers..."
"Is it the 'OM' sound?"
"The warbling of parrots and cuckoos at the break of dawn..."
"Is it the 'AIM' sound?"
"The sound of the breeze singing lullabies to the tender crops..."
"Is it the 'HREEM' sound?"
"The up-roaring sound of rivers flowing from the mountain tops..."
"Is it the 'SHREEM' sound?"
"To all those seed sounds..."
"...I pay my respects..."
"I salute again and again...to the universe filled with the 'Om' sound."
"As the five elements embrace each other, the nature's response to it is..."
"...Is it poetry?"
"As the mind gushes out to play by moving all parts of the body..."
"Is it dance?"
"With a trail of the sparkle from the eye and the rainbow..."
"...the script written in gold is..."
"Is it the art of painting?"
"Transforming bare rocks into lively forms, the art that imitates life is..."
"Is it sculpture?"
"To all those creations called fine arts..."
"...I pay my respects..."
"I salute again and again...to the universe filled with the 'Om' sound."
"I praise again and again... the creation of the first and supreme arts."
"I salute again and again..."
"...to the universe filled with the 'Om' sound."
Ganga!
-Aah! Greetings madam. -When did you come?
What are you thinking so deeply?
The song that you are singing is so good madam.
[smiles]
What is the meaning of the first lines of the song madam?
Did you catch the lyrics already? [smiles]
It means that we are paying our respects to the universe and this nature...
..filled with the 'Om' sound.
So, why are you here?
To apologize to sir.
Apology? Why?
On that day, instead of reciting the vedic verses like verses...
...didn't I sing them like a song? I was told that it is a mistake.
Didn't sir also sing the verses like a song?
Ain't that a mistake, too?
I felt the same madam.
Everyone scolded me calling it a great sin for a small child like me to do it...
...imitating great people.
That is why I came here to apologize.
It is true, dear.
It is something that a great scholar like sir did in ecstacy...
...and not something that he did to display his knowledge. Is it?
Umm.
But, it would have been great if sir listened to the song that you sang...
...on the river bank that day. A lot of good would have happened to you.
That is also another purpose of my visit, madam.
To sing and make him listen to me again.
To sing and make him listen to you, there is a better opportunity than this.
Tomorrow, we have the selections for the Music Academy.
Sir only will select the students.
If you sing nicely in his presence and gain his appreciation...
...you will have a bright future.
Will you do that, Ganga?
Aren't you telling me this like the Goddess in the temple?
Won't I lose my eyes if I make a mistake?
[smiles]
I am not the Goddess, dear. I am like your mother.
I will give you all the details and the applications. Give them to grandmother.
Okay madam.
[crying]
What dear? Why are you crying?
As soon as I saw them there, I was terrified. I couldn't sing.
What happened next?
They asked me to come once I am done with all my crying.
It's okay. Will anyone cry like this?
If you continue not talking to me, I will also go there and cry like this.
Didn't I accept my mistake? Didn't I apologize? What else do you want me to do?
Who knows? Who knows what other pranks would you pull?
You belong to the monkey species. Don't you?
Aren't we the ones, grandmother, who built the bridge and helped Lord Sri Rama a lot?
Thank God! The rain stopped and the sun came out.
[smiles]
Listen, you wasted the opportunity that came to you without you asking for it.
At least now, sing nicely and gain appreciation.
Master Gangadhar!
-Give me your blessings. -Yeah!
"I salute again and again...to the universe filled with the 'Om' sound."
"I praise again and again... the creation of the first and supreme arts."
"I salute again and again...to the universe filled with the 'Om' sound."
"I praise again and again... the creation of the first and supreme arts."
"I salute again and again..."
"The buzzing of the bee stimulating the hearts of flowers..."
"Is it the 'OM' sound?"
"The warbling of parrots and cuckoos at the break of dawn..."
"Is it the 'AIM' sound?"
"The buzzing of the bee stimulating the hearts of flowers..."
"Is it the 'OM' sound?"
"The warbling of parrots and cuckoos at the break of dawn..."
"Is it the 'AIM' sound?"
"Singing lullabies to the tender crops..."
"The sound of the breeze singing lullabies to the tender crops..."
"Is it the 'HREEM' sound?"
"The up-roaring sound of rivers flowing from the mountain tops..."
"Is it the 'SHREEM' sound?"
"To all those seed sounds..."
"...I pay my respects..."
"I salute again and again...to the universe filled with the 'Om' sound."
"I praise again and again... the creation of the first and supreme arts."
"I salute again and again..."
-So, I will take a leave now. -Okay. You can leave.
I should appreciate this young boy.
-Lady! Is he your grandson? -No, sir.
-Is he your great-grandson? -No, sir.
It's okay even if he is not related in any way, lady.
Small scholar. Tiny scholar. That's enough for now.
She is the one who taught me music, sir.
There's nothing much that I taught him.
It's okay even if you didn't teach him anything, lady. He will learn here.
Voice is sweet. Singing is super sweet.
Purpose of parents' lives got fulfilled.
Lives of those who heard...
I am looking for the right word.
Purpose of parents' lives got fulfilled.
Ears of those who hear are filled with honey.
What did you say? Is it right?
[explains the meaning]
Oh! Did you connect it that way?
He will also become a lyric writer and composer, lady.
There is talent in you. And along with it, a bright future.
May you have a long and happy married life!
May you be victorious!
Sir?
Aah! Oh! Didn't I mix up the blessings?
-Exchange them yourself. -Okay.
[indistinct talking]
They did not select me, grandmother.
"I salute again and again...to the universe filled with the 'Om' sound."
"I praise again and again... the creation of the first and supreme arts."
It sounds like Gangadharam's voice. Is it?
Umm.
So, is this the hymn that he sang in the interview?
What do you mean?
The other day, when we were composing tunes for the hymn, he came here.
Umm.
Just hearing it once, he changed the tune and filled it with a lot of life.
This sounds better than what we did, dear.
-Sister! -Aah!
Gangadharam's Pakshi theertham elderly lady...
I am coming.
Sister is coming.
-Greetings dear. -Greetings.
-Sit down. Are you well? -Aah!
I just heard Gangadharam's hymn. He sang it so well. Didn't he?
I felt that the Lord Brahma wrote his destiny with music.
But, what is the use, dear? He didn't get selected for the academy.
-Not selected? -Yes.
-Reason? -Aah..
There will be numerous reasons.
You should not ask for them and we should not divulge them.
Even if the baby cries or laughs, it will be music to the mother's ears.
You only know about Gangadharam's musical abilities.
We know about the abilities of all the twenty participants.
Not understanding that, you...
That is not her intent, dear.
Umm.
Do you think Gangadharam didn't get the scholarship only because of...
...the reasons specified by Mr. Anantarama Sharma?
What else could be the reason?
Aunt! If you think beyond the blind devotion that you have for him,
you can understand the actual motive and the real reason behind it.
Chuck it! As you are a police, you are used to these motives and reasons.
Will this tiny child who doesn't even understand the easy 'svaras' yet...
...become a scholar suddenly?
Will he become a competition to that great man?
Aunt! That's it.
Though you are smiling about it, that is the actual truth.
Some motive or reason just like that.
"I salute again and again...to the universe filled with the 'Om' sound."
Wow! You're singing so nicely and correctly. Aren't you?
Then, why does Radhakrishna say that I can't pronounce Telugu properly?
So, will I be able to learn Tyagaraja music?
Definitely.
-Shall I teach you another song? -Yes.
[singing a song]
[singing a song pronouncing wrong]
[singing together]
Aargh! It came.
Where are you going?
-I will just be back. -Umm.
[continues singing]
Please come. Please come.
Woudn't I come to you if you just sent a word for me? Come. Sit down.
Where is Gangadharam?
Do you want me to call him?
No.
Gangadharam has the blessings of the Goddess Saraswati.
She resides right in his voice.
Don't feel sad about not receiving this scholarship. I will do the necessary help.
Why dear? Why do you take so much trouble?
Dear lady! God gave me a husband with name and fame.
He also gave me some money to feed few people.
But, he did not give me a child who can call me mother.
So, I want to extend my help to this young boy, even if it is in-direct...
...make him a scholar and fulfill my desire.
That is my selfish desire. Please don't refuse.
Please give me a chance to make nectar flow from his voice.
"As the five elements embrace each other, the nature's response to it is..."
"...Is it poetry?"
"As the mind gushes out to play by moving all parts of the body..."
"Is it dance?"
"With a trail of the sparkle from the eye and the rainbow..."
"...the script written in gold is..."
"Is it the art of painting?"
[tape recorder turned off]
[temple bell ringing] [chanting religious verses]
I got a fantastic dream early in the morning, dear.
What is that?
Our Gangadharam grew this much in three years.
Wearing a white kurta and pyjama, he came to me and...
...told me that he was hungry and asked me to prepare a fantastic green gram dosa...
...and that he also had to go for a concert that day.
Why did he have to ask you? Am I not at home then? He should have asked me, right?
As it was my dream, he asked me. If it was yours, he would have asked you.
What is the big deal?
Isn't it a big deal?
Am I not waiting for him to complete his musical studies and come back?
Shouldn't you have some common sense at least?
Shouldn't you have told him to get it prepared by me?
Woundn't I have prepared it nicely with ghee?
You are such a jealous fellow. As your son is turning into a big scholar.
I dreamt it by mistake. Now stop it. It is time for the customers to walk in.
[humming]
Aah! Come come. Mr. Vijay Ram. May you live for hundred years. Come come.
Aah! It doesn't look like it is opened yet. Is it?
Aah! Almost open. Sit down. Hot hot idlis are getting ready.
Let someone come and pay for what they eat. I will eat later.
Why so?
The first sale of the day also didn't happen yet. That's why.
[motorcycle arrives]
Aah! Come Radha Krishna. Come come come.
-Come dear. Come. -Three plates idli.
-Come. -Why are you acting before him?
Here. Eat what you want and make the first sale.
Aah! Come. Come come.
Uncle! Don't force feed us with anything. We are short on time.
We just wanted to inform you and leave.
Is that so? I am very happy dear.
-Where are your manners? -Yes. Where are my manners?
How can you say that, dear? You are a newly wedded couple.
How can you leave so soon? Come come.
Sit down. Sit down, dear.
[whispering]
That's what I am about to do.
It's nothing. Just a minute.
You look so elegant in this saree, dear.
Like Goddess Mahalakshmi draped in a saree.
Listen, how is this title?
[smiles]
You come back after half an hour. Umm.
Umm.
He is a crazy man. I heard that your training is completed. Isn't it?
Yes aunt. I should get the posting as an SI.
I forgot to ask. Is Ganga writing letters?
Rarely. In response to the multiple letters that we write...
...he is writing something on a card and sending to us.
I pity him. He is also not free.
Are all these necessary now, uncle?
My aunt is getting him trained under eminent teachers.
He is also learning very fast.
This is all that great lady's generosity, dear.
If it was for this lady...
...she would have made him cook idlis and green gram dosas like me.
[laughs] We will see you again.
You should give birth to a healthy child by next year.
Why do they need children so quickly, dear?
Let them enjoy ten to twelve years happily...
-This is excessive talk. -You are right.
If you meet our Gangadharam, ask him to write a letter in detail, dear.
Okay.
[western music playing]
Hey! Gangadharam wrote me a letter dude.
-He also wrote one to me dude. -What did he write to you?
Apparently, he is not watching movies these days.
He watched two to three without the knowledge of his grandmother.
Isn't that wrong?
-'In one of them, steps are very good.' -Aah!
-'I want to see all of you.' -Aah!
'Did you practice any new songs?'
'When I am singing a nice Tyagaraja hymn, I want to make you perform brake dance.'
-'But, I guess everyone will scold us.' -Won't they?
Will you perform brake dance when he is singing a Tyagaraja hymn?
Let me write a letter warning him not to come up with such silly ideas.
-Aah! -Next?
-"I'll perform in musical concerts soon." -Umm.
'Then, with the money I earn, I will buy you a tape recorder.'
'If the dog in Mr. Raju's house gives birth, ask him to give me a puppy.'
'It would be good if the puppy has nineteen or twenty-one nails.'
'Write to me as soon as you receive this. Yours lovingly Gangadharam.'
What did he write to you dude?
He would have written it very carefully.
-'Grandmother taught me a lot of hymns.' -Umm.
'She wakes me up before dawn by 4:30 AM everyday.'
I pity him.
Why pity? It is good that she is waking him up.
'She makes me practice in that cold.'
'People who listen are saying that I am singing very well.'
'I am swelling with a little pride.'
This is the problem with him.
'"I did a concert in Vijayawada the other day'
'In that concert, they spoke about my singing being too good for my age'
'They felicitated me with a shawl in Rajahmundry. I kept it for you.'
Aah Aah!
'At the Tyagaraja festival in Tiruvayur...'
'...grandmother is desperate to make me sing the Pancharatna songs.'
Is it so great to sing there?
What do you think?
If our Gangadharam is singing at a festival where old people with...
...bald heads get to sing generally, is it not great?
-Is that so? -Aah!
'Mr. Anantarama Sharma's disciples are felicitating him on Guru Purnima day.'
'I am going there. That's all for now. Yours lovingly Gangadharam.'
So, our Gangadharam is becoming a great man.
[applause]
The incarnation of Tyagaraja, the treasure trove of music, the respected...
...Mr. Anantarama Sharma getting felicitated by his disciples...
...on the occassion of Guru Purnima is a testament of their pure love...
...towards their master.
I am very fortunate, as his close friend, to wish this couple good luck...
...on this same stage.
Truly, this is an extraordinary feeling.
What's happening here today depicts our culture...
...traditions and manners.
I wish that they should be the guiding principles for this society and...
...that everyone should follow them.
Now, Mr. Sharma will extend his blessings to his disciples...
...with his beautiful voice in the form of a song.
[applause]
It's from some other disciple of Mr. Anantarama Sharma.
He apparently got late due to some problem in his journey.
He is extending his apologies and requesting to meet Mr. Anantarama Sharma.
He can come.
As someone who is just starting out on this musical journey,..
...I consider the revered Mr. Anantarama Sharma as my teacher.
I want to felicitate him grandly on the occassion of Guru Purnima.
But, I am a poor guy.
If he premits, I'm requesting him to give me a chance...
...to pay my respects in the form of a song.
[clears throat]
"Please give me your permission, Oh Lord Shiva..."
"...to sing praises of you."
"Please let me, Oh Lord, to reach your proximity."
"Please give me your permission, Oh Lord Shiva..."
"...to sing praises of you."
"Please let me, Oh Lord, to reach your proximity."
"Please give me your permission, Oh Lord Shiva..."
"Without your permission..."
"...can Lord Brahma along with Goddess Saraswati..."
"...author the drama of the world?"
"Without your approval..."
"...can Lord Vishnu along with Goddess Lakshmi..."
"...rule this world gloriously?"
"Everything that happens every single moment on this earth..."
"...Oh Lord Shiva, is under your control."
"Everything that happens every single moment on this earth..."
"...Oh Lord Shiva, is under your control."
"...Oh Lord Shiva!"
"Please give me your permission, Oh Lord Shiva..."
"Please give me your permission..."
"O Lord of the mountains, I pray to you."
"Please give me your permission..."
"Oh Lord of the sentient beings, please accept my services."
"Please give us your blessings to lead a sacred life."
"I prostrate before you and bow to you."
"Please give me your permission..."
[singing classical notations]
[applause]
"Please give me your permission..."
[applause]
"Oh Lord Shiva, don’t doubt my devotion to you..."
"With the crescent moon on your plaited hair..."
"...with poisoned snakes around your body,"
"...and with the ever-fickle Ganga on your head..."
"...why don't you let your graceful looks fall upon me?"
"I will serve you as your devotee."
"Please give me your permission..."
"The one who protects the good and punishes the evil..."
"...Oh Lord Shiva, the only thing I desire is your mercy."
"I've been waiting for just that. Please don’t delay, please don’t test me."
"Please hear my prayers asking you to save me."
"Please give me your permission..."
"...Oh Lord Shiva..."
"...to sing praises of you."
"Please let me, Oh Lord, to reach your proximity."
"Please give me your permission..."
"...Oh Lord Shiva!"
[applause]
[reciting a hymn]
...said the disciple of Tyagaraja long ago.
In the same way, though we did not offer anything except camphor to Lord Rama...
...he gave Gangadharam such a name and appreciation of so many scholars.
It's all the God's grace.
Listen, why are you sticking these papers on the walls? To attract the evil eye?
You ignorant fellow!
It is to prove to everyone that this Babai is not just someone who sells idlis...
...and green gram dosas, but someone who took great pain in...
giving birth to a singing prodigy.
Aah! As if you bore him for nine months and gave birth to him.
Any child will first hear the lullabies of mother.
He acquired that musical knowledge listening to my song again and again.
With the grace of that elderly lady, he could become such a scholar.
Don't recant like you flip the green gram dosa on the pan.
You were always against getting him trained in music.
The truth will not change with your Sshhh and Ushhh.
-Sshhh... -Oh! Is this the reason for your Sshhh?
Greetings Mr. Sharma. Come come.
Greetings greetings.
What Babai? Except for the fragrance of incense sticks...
...I can't smell anything cooking. Is it a holiday for the hotel?
-No sir. Today is a festival. -Aah?
Our Gangadharam...
I saw it. I saw it. I read it. I read it.
They wrote praising him heavily.
As you hanged the photo of that Tyagaraya at the entrance...
your son is growing as the next incarantion of Tyagaraja.
Aah, I am very happy.
Listen, let us organize a concert in our village.
[laughs]
I didn't come to tell new titles.
Just wanted to check if the first sale is done or not.
Mr. Vijay Ram... Have these.
Have them, man.
Let the lady feeding me stay happy. Let the little master live forever.
How is this title?
Wow! You finally came up with a great title sir.
So, where is our hero?
Aah! Now, prayer.
Shastri!
Sir, Gangadharam!
Aah! Get up. Get up. [smiles]
What? Are you Ganga or the Pandit Gangadhar?
I am still Ganga, sir.
I have been hearing everything about how you have been growing...
...and how you have been playing with the seven 'svaras'.
Hey!
When you talk in any of the conventions, please mention that you are my student.
I will also receive some fame and reputation.
What are you saying, sir? Isn't that why I came here to sing the prayer?
What? Will you sing? Sing. Sing.
We will also taste that nectar.
"Oh Lord Shiva, don't doubt my devotion to you..."
"With the crescent moon on your plaited hair..."
"...with poisoned snakes around your body,"
"...and with the ever-fickle Ganga on your head..."
"...why don't you let your graceful looks fall upon me?"
"I will serve you as your devotee."
"Please give me your permission..."
Greetings.
Aren't you from the organization 'Abhinaya'? Greetings. Sit down.
We came for Mr. Anantarama Sharma.
We wanted to invite him for a small program on the 27th of this month.
27th? This month? Right? You are lucky.
I don't know how. But, it is the only date that is free this month.
I will inform my brother-in-law about this...
There he comes as we are just talking about him.
The incarnation of Tyagaraja.
The treasure trove of music, Mr. Anantarama Sharma.
Greetings sir.
We are from Ongole sir.
Through an organization namely 'Abhinaya'...
...we have been doing some service to the music and literarature.
Good.
Initially, we felicitated the great Mr. Mangalampalli Balamuralikrishna.
Later, we felicitated Mrs. M. S. Subbulakshmi.
In the same manner, it has been our custom to felicitate the top musical scholars.
On the 27th of this month...
Aah! Respecting an artist is nothing but respecting the art and culture.
That is a good statement sir.
With the same opinion, this year, we decided to felicitate Master Gangadharam.
You should come as the chief guest for that program...
...and make the convention a grand success.
He mentioned that you are free that day, sir.
Is that so?
-Anant! -Yes brother-in-law!
Come with me.
[slaps hardly]
Should I attend the felicitation of some random young fellow?
And will you go ahead and accept that?
[singing a song pronouncing wrong]
Are you hearing about that Gangadharam's growth?
Are you hearing?
What is his age? What is his size?
He is just riding the 'svaras'. Riding!
He is just turning the 'ragas' around like a carousel. Turning!
I went to Hyderabad recently for my daughter's delivery.
Went to Hyderabad.
As I came to know that he was doing a concert there, I went to it.
As soon as he started, I felt he is good. Later, I felt that he is better.
By the time he concluded, I felt that he is the best of the best.
He also sang those 'Abheri', 'Sivaranjani' 'ragas' that you sing.
If you don't mind, when we listen only to you, you are the best.
But, when we listen to this Gangadharam...
Oh my God! He just mesmerized everyone. You are nowhere.
I forgot to mention. I also looked at his horoscope.
I saw and studied his horoscope.
He is destined for great honours.
You can say that it is just like the horoscope of the revered Sankaracharya.
At a small age, he will earn enormous fame and goodwill from people.
And people like you should respectfully give way to the fresh waters.
If not, the old waters will be washed away by the fresh waters.
You will be simply washed away. Washed away.
Vicky! Hey Vicky!
Sister sister! There has been a mistake.
If you perform mime like this, I will give you one on the head. Be careful!
Listen sister! I thought this is some fan mail for brother-in-law and opened it off.
I guess brother-in-law will scold me now.
Where is it from then?
It is from Bharati Peetham.
From Bharati Peetham? What did they write?
Aren't you the one who opened it? Read it.
Respected Mr. Ananta... [smiles]
They wrote this to you, dear.
We are happy that you are fulfilling the responsibility of composing tunes...
...for the hymns with the blessings of Goddess Sarada.
We wish to bestow the responsibility of composing tunes for few more hymns...
to the upcoming singer who is gaining the appreciation of great scholars...
...at a very small age, Gangadharam.
Please let us know of your opinion.
With his excellency's blessings. Bharati Peetham.
Goddess Sarada showered her grace on us after so many years.
That Gangadharam got such a wondeful opportunity already.
How lucky that child is!
Hmm.
Come come.
Sister! Babai.
Greetings madam.
-Come come. -Greetings sir.
Your child will live a hundred years. We were just talking about Gangadharam.
How is he doing?
[singing a hymn]
Sshhh... How dare you show your musical prowess before him?
Please forgive me sir.
Didn't the great Tyagayya say that?
This boy turned just like that madam.
As he gently holds the tanpura and sings with perfect 'svaras'...
...I can hardly believe it, madam, that he is the same guy.
He is also doing a lot of concerts. For every concert...
This is excessive talk. Why are you saying all that now?
You are right.
With sir's blessings and your affection, we are doing well madam.
We want to get Gangadharam's Upanayana ceremony done this month.
-We came to invite both of you madam. -Sir!
Oh!
Is it? Good. When are you planning it?
We want to fix the timing based on sir's availability.
Sir, you should kindly grant our request.
For such ceremonies, more than my grace...
...the planetary positions are very important.
-Anant! -Yes, brother-in-law!
-Get the calendar. -Okay.
What did you say the birth star of Gangadharam is?
Virgo or Capricorn... Dear?
Those are astrological signs. He asked for the birth star.
-It's Rohini sir. Third Pada. -Rohini third pada sir.
You both should have lunch here today.
Okay madam. We will definitely stay for lunch.
Sshhh. As soon as she asked, why are you acting so cheap?
You are right. We will have it next time, madam.
The coming Thursday. Vidiya (Second day in Telugu calendar). It's good.
At 8:10 AM. It's auspicious.
Gangadharam's Upanayana will happen in our house and in my supervision.
Anant! Make the arrangements they need.
Okay, brother-in-law.
Sarada madam, how did we turn so lucky?
The luck is mine, Seethamma.
May be the God is filling the void of not giving me children in this way.
[ceremonial music playing]
Gangadharam and his family are leaving.
They want to inform you once and take leave.
Shall I ask them to come upstairs?
Is Gangadharam leaving too?
[smiles]
We only got his Upanayana done. But, we did not adopt him. Right?
For him to stay back here.
Before Gangadharam takes up the responsibility of composing tunes for...
...the hymns of Bharati Peetham, it would be good if he stays in our house.
Without experience, knowledge won't shine, however great it may be.
If he feels that my knowledge and experience are needed...
...ask him to stay here on my behalf.
Okay.
Mr. Anantarama Sharma got Gangadharam's Upnayana done at his house. I wonder why!
He also gifted a tanpura. I wonder why!
Now, he is asking him to stay in his house. I really wonder why!
Husband, what is your doubt?
Mr. Anantarama Sharma may have asked Gangadharam to stay in his house...
...so that Gangadharam can acquire more knowledge from him.
Aah! You finally brought fruitfulness to your name.
In these three years, you learnt Sanskrit and flooring me with its usage.
My salutes to your determination. And my...
Umm umm...Look around.
Okay okay. So, what were you saying?
Mr. Anantarama Sharma asked Gangadharam to stay in his house so that...
...Gangadharam can acquire more knowledge from him. Isn't that what you said?
May be. May be.
Yes. May be. May be.
I somehow strongly feel that Mr. Anantarama Sharma is not...
...so kind-hearted and that there should be some hidden agenda behind...
...confining Gangadharam. I wonder what.
Umm. Recite the hymn once.
"You are the tune, you are the pulse, you are my song..."
"...Oh Goddess Bharati!"
Umm. Next?
"You are the beat, You are the brilliance, You are my refuge..."
"...Oh Goddess Bharati!"
"You are the tune, you are the pulse, you are my song..."
"...Oh Goddess Bharati!"
"You are my song, Oh Goddess Bharati!"
No...
"You are the tune, you are the pulse, you are my song..."
"...Oh Goddess Bharati!"
Aaha... [clears throat]
"You are the tune, you are the pulse, you are my song..."
"...Oh Goddess Bharati!"
"You are my song, Oh Goddess Bharati!"
"You are the beat, You are the brilliance."
"You are my refuge..."
No...
Somehow, I am unable to get a hold of it.
[hums]
[water splashing]
[humming tune]
[smiles]
Didn't sir compose tunes for a song yesterday?
How would it sound if we sing it this way, madam?
"You are the tune, you are the pulse, you are my song..."
"...Oh Goddess Bharati!"
"You are the tune, you are the pulse, you are my song..."
"You are my song, Oh Goddess Bharati!"
"You are the tune, you are the pulse, you are my song..."
"...Oh Goddess Bharati!"
"You are the beat, You are the brilliance, You are my refuge..."
"...Oh Goddess Bharati!"
"You are the beat, You are the brilliance, You are my refuge..."
"You are my refuge, Oh Goddess Bharati!"
"This composition which touched your feet..."
"...this composition..."
"...is the path to eternal salvation."
"This body which craves to be in your service..."
"...this body..."
"...holds the essence of 'Vedas'."
"There is no unfulfilled wish other than..."
"...the treasure of songs praising you."
"There is no unreached location other than..."
"...the proximity of your divine feet."
"You are the tune, you are the pulse, you are my song..."
"...Oh Goddess Bharati!"
"You are the beat, You are the brilliance, You are my refuge..."
"...Oh Goddess Bharati!"
"You were the inspiration for the many sensual poems..."
"...written by the king of poets, Srinatha (well-known Telugu poet)."
"You are the one who was eulogized in the enchanting songs..."
"...sung by Annamacharya."
"You were the inspiration for the many sensual poems..."
"...written by the king of poets, Srinatha."
"You are the one who was eulogized in the enchanting songs..."
"...sung by Annamacharya."
"The thousands of 'ragas' that came out of Tyagayya's voice..."
"...are all your forms."
"Every composition done with your grace liberates us..."
"...from this material world."
"You are the tune, you are the pulse, you are my song..."
"...Oh Goddess Bharati!"
"You are the beat, You are the brilliance, You are my refuge..."
"...Oh Goddess Bharati!"
"You are the tune, you are the pulse..."
"...you are my song..."
"...Oh Goddess Bharati!"
Gangadharam composed the tune for this hymn.
It is good. Isn't it?
How will a temple be without a flagstaff?
It is unimaginable.
A house without an evening lamp?
It will be devoid of brightness.
Umm.
The 'raga', essence and the 'svara' should be full of life.
This song would have been good if all these were there.
If he is so eager, ask him to compose tunes for some easy songs.
[utensils clanking]
What madam?
If you sang that song, he may have liked it.
Don't be silly madam. Did you sing any less? Oh my God!
Tsk tsk tsk...
There must be something that did not match between the 'raga' that I composed...
...and that song.
Let it be. I will take another song and... Wait and see. Wait and see.
What are you thinking so deeply?
I found a nice song. I just have to find a nice 'raga'.
Bless me.
[singing a hymn]
[birds chirping]
-Greetings, sir! -Greetings, sir!
Umm... Gaya'tree' Va'shantam'!
No sir. Mrs. Gayatri Radhakrishna.
-Oh! -We came for you.
What is the matter?
Next month, for the sake of police welfare fund...
...we wanted to organize a concert with Gangadharam.
If you give you us the permission...
When you already decided, why do you need my permission?
Don't say that sir.
Gangadharam is still like a bud. He has a lot of future.
Without letting him bloom completely and become fragnant...
...don't spoil his future by doing business in the name of concerts.
I leave it to you there.
-I will see you later. -Umm.
What he told is right. Isn't it?
His words are not conveying what is in his heart.
Fearing that Gangadharam will grow tremendously and become better than him...
...if left free, he is faking affection and keeping him imprisoned.
That is the actual secret.
What is that dude?
Did he not like any song that our Gangadharam composed tunes for?
Isn't that what he wrote?
Because of that, he is apparently feeling mad.
He is not even able to eat properly.
'I am in a stage of forgetting the basics of music.'
'As a final effort, I am working on a song now.'
'That song will decide if I should live or die.'
'Don't tell all these details at our home.'
What is he saying dude?
Anant! Did you find Gangadharam anywhere?
No sister.
He went out early in the morning. Why isn't he back yet?
[water splashing]
I hope he did not commit any ghastly act depressed with...
...your brother-in-law not linking any of his compositions.
Do you want me to inform Radhakrishna that Gangadharam is missing?
No. Everyone will blame us saying that...
...we did not take care of the child living in our house.
I put my faith in Goddess Sarada.
I prayed to her to bring my son safely back home.
"Aye! Aye! Yeah!" [beats drum]
"The blanket! The blanket of the night"
"Hide it without any delay!"
"The blanket! The blanket of the night"
"Hide it without any delay!"
"Man sleeps on the bed of daylight"
"He sleeps..."
"Lord Shiva awakens opening the holes of the night blanket"
"He awakens..."
"There's darkness in the temple of light, there's light in the lap of darkness"
"Become a spiritual monk who knows the secrets of darkness and light"
"Aye! Aye! Yeah!" [beats drum]
"The blanket! The blanket of the night"
"Hide it without any delay!"
"The blanket! The blanket of the night"
"Hide it without any delay!"
"Hide it without any delay! Hide it without any delay!"
"Aye! Aye! Yeah!" [beats drum]
[chuckles]
Shivani! (Wife of Lord Shiva, Goddess Parvathi)
Are you finally back?
Do you know how worried my sister was as you left without informing her?
Sister! Gangadhar is back. You stop worrying now.
Sir, listen to this song one final time.
Please sit down.
"Shivani!"
"Bhavani!"
"Sharvani!"
"Oh mother! Daughter of the Mountain king, destroyer of worldly wishes!"
"I'm your son incapable of praying to you in a hundred ways of music"
"Shivani!"
"Bhavani!"
"Sharvani!"
"You are the form of overflowing beauty..."
[sings classical notes]
"You are the form of overflowing beauty..."
"You are the flowing happiness of Lord Shiva filled with peace"
[sings classical notes]
"You are the flowing happiness of Lord Shiva and a symbol of peace"
"You are the golden shower of kind smiles"
"Your smile itself shows the right path to your disciples"
"I'm your son incapable of praying to you in a hundred ways of music"
"Shivani!"
"Bhavani!"
"Sharva..."
[sobs]
"Shivani!"
"Bhavani!"
"Sharvani!"
"Oh mother! Daughter of the Mountain king, destroyer of worldly wishes!"
"I'm your son incapable of praying to you in a hundred ways of music"
"Shivani!"
"Bhavani!"
"Sharvani!"
"You are the form of overflowing beauty..."
[sings classical notes]
"You are the form of overflowing beauty..."
"You are the flowing happiness of Lord Shiva filled with peace"
[sings classical notes]
"You are the flowing happiness of Lord Shiva and a symbol of peace"
"You are the golden shower of kind smiles"
"Your smile itself shows the right path to your disciples"
"I'm your son incapable of praying to you in a hundred ways of music"
"Shivani!"
"Bhavani!"
"Sharvani!"
[instruments played]
"Fierce warrior..."
"Furious..."
"You are the Goddess Bhadra Kali"
"You are the salvation to the frightened devotees"
"You are fierce and furious Goddess Bhadra Kali"
"You are the salvation to the frightened devotees"
"You're the destructive force and the game of dreadful weapons"
"You're the game of dreadful weapons"
"You've shown extraordinary and mindboggling power!"
"Oh mother! Daughter of the Mountain king, destroyer of worldly wishes!"
"I'm your son incapable of praying to you in a hundred ways of music"
"Shivani!"
"Bhavani!"
"Sharvani!"
[applause]
[individual clapping]
[car honking]
It looks like brother-in-law has come. I hear the horn.
It got very late. Gangadharam was very keen to come there. Did he come?
He came.
Have your bath quickly. I will serve the dinner.
We had dinner there madam. Along with special delicacies.
Looking at your smile, I am guessing that...
...your anger about sir not linking your song is pacified.
Why should I be angry with him madam? If I have any anger, it should with the God.
Why even with the God?
Because, sir doesn't look like a father to me though you look like a mother to me.
You don't know, dear, the amount of love he has towards you in his heart.
It must be there.
It's late. You go and sleep.
I finally understood the value of the love and affection...
...that you have on Gangadharam, dear.
You rejected all the songs that he worked hard and composed tunes for.
I also misunderstood you a few times.
But, you felt that it would decline his longevity if you praise his talent.
Isn't that right?
Just like the father of Bharavi, didn't you hide his greatness in your heart?
[smiles]
I saw the proofs for your kindheartedness today, dear.
If you wrote down all those hymns that you rejected in the very tunes...
...that he composed and hid them so safely like this...
[smiles]
...what more fruitfulness can those hymns have?
What more can that young boy desire for?
As per the wish of the head of the Peetham, get him the opportunity to...
...compose tunes for the literature of Goddess Sarada.
He will also become as great as you...
Sir?
[slaps] What?
What are the good deeds that you did? What is the sin that I commited?
[slaps] Tell me.
Which Goddess blessed you with so much knowledge?
Dear!
Which God blessed you with this voice?
Were you Tyagayya in your previous birth? Or were you Annamayya?
-Who? Who were you? Tell me. -Dear...
Come here.
What is this dear? You know everything. You are the one with all the knowledge.
If that child committed any mistake...
He is not a child, Sarada.
He is the Vishnu who came in the form of Vamana.
He's a celestial singer who came searching for my head to place his third step.
He is the one who has the strength and abilities to
...stamp down my head to the netherworld.
That is just your misconception. How good is he before your knowledge?
How good is his experience?
Imagine the amount of practice that he needs to reach at least closer to you.
He already came so close, Sarada.
If not, will he grow such jealousy and hate in me?
Will he destroy my concentration?
This Anantarama Sharma. The emperor of music who plays chess with music.
Will I stoop down to such an inferior act?
Though every song that he sang melted my heart...
...will I reject them with pride and insult the Goddess Saraswati?
Listen dear. You are and will be the emperor of music forever.
Irrespective of how many torches we throw at the sun, can we burn his body?
I shared your music along with your body.
If your voice goes mute, my life will become null, dear.
If you think you can't stay at peace because of him, let us send him away.
Right now. This very second.
No Sarada. No matter where we leave him, he will cross me.
He will turn off the lamp of my music with his name and reputation.
I can't endure that darkness. I can't tolerate that insult.
That is why, I can kill him by giving him some poison and...
...live with the burden of committing the crime of murder.
But, I can't accept his fame.
That is why he shouldn't sing. He should not be alive in the first place...
[groans]
Dear! What happened dear? Dear! [groans]
-Dear! -Sir!
Anant, come quickly. I am afraid.
Sister, don't worry. Let us take him to the hospital.
-Dear! -Brother-in-law!
Dear!
[crying]
Mother! Whatever he did, whether it is right or wrong.
Punish me for it, mother.
Don't turn me into a widow. [crying]
"The compassion filled moon..."
"...the entire night"
"The entire night, the compassion filled moon..."
"...didn't even sleep, do you know why?"
"Do you know why?"
"As the one that doesn't let the 16 arts be at peace..."
"The dark lunar fortnight..."
"...has planted a conspiracy in the heart"
[hums]
"Don't let the tear from the eyes roll till your lips"
"Never let the light of your smile fade away"
"I'm your darling Ganapathi convincing you lovingly"
"I'll never let any harm approach your husband"
[hums]
"Having transformed the wet bath powder into a small child"
"Goddess Parvathi was immensely happy"
"Having cut his head with the Trishul not knowing that he was his son"
"The angst-ridden husband showed his power"
"Would she curse her husband or would she mind her son's fate?"
"It's like a tear filled fire in both the eyes"
"More than cyanide..."
"this poison is more dangerous"
"It stays as a strangulating memory forever"
[hums]
"These are just accidents and games of life"
"You are the form of power, they can't cause any harm to you"
"I'm your darling Ganapathi convincing you lovingly"
"All the stories have an end"
[hums]
[waterfall roaring]
What dear?
Call Gangadharam once.
[smiles]
Ganga! Ganga! Where is Gangadharam?
Read this letter sister.
Letter?
What is that letter?
Gangadharam wrote it.
What did he write?
"Greetings to madam. I learnt music with your support and encouragement."
"The knowledge I acquired is your charity."
"You are the one who got happy when I opened my throat."
"You are the one who felt happy when I sang."
"Sir also appreciated me."
"There are affection and attachment in your appreciation."
But, I got to know now that right beside the appreciation from sir...
Read it Sarada.
"...there are jealousy and hate in the form of a dark shadow."
"That is my bad luck."
As you are like a mother to me...
"...it is my responsibility to see to that you are with your husband..."
"...for a thousand years."
"So, I am leaving my music at your feet..."
"...and I am clearing my debt to you."
"I am leaving my life..." [crying]
"...at the feet of the God and..." [crying]
"...paying 'Gurudakshina' to sir." [crying]
"As my story ends here..." [crying]
"...your moon will not have a dark fortnight ever." [crying]
[crying]
"Have a final look at your child at our village's station."
[crying]
"Your little Ganapati."
[crying]
Oh god!
[train stopping]
[crying]
-"Please give me your permission" -He left me!
What's the reason for my living now?
"Oh Lord Shiva!"
We couldn't even save you son!
Who killed Gangadharam? That God or this God?
[train honks] [crying]
Who killed Gangadharam? That God or this God?
Mr. Anantarama Sharma, you conquered the seven 'svaras'.
But, you bowed down to the six internal enemies.
Running away and fading away is not the atonement for the sins committed.
Not even grieving.
Turn your body into a temple.
Enshrine your cleansed mind in that temple.
Lighten the lamp of wisdom.
In that dawn's twilight, the forms of truth, godliness and beauty...
...will manifest again in the form of the seven 'svaras'.
Put an end to envy and jealousy and follow the saying...
..."The four objects of the human pursuit can be achieved..."
"...by the practitioner of music."
[singing classical notations]
[group repeats]
[singing continues]
[repeat singing]
Mind your tone...
[correcting]
[continue to sing]