My dear art enthusiasts.
I have a few things to talk about this movie.
This movie has a remarkable peculiarity
that has never been shown before in the world of Malayalam movies.
I'm here before you now
just to tell you about that before you watch the movie.
Tears and laughter are the essence of life.
You've already watched a lot of movies
which has focused on tears.
But as far as this movie is concerned
it's solely focused on laughter and laughter alone.
That's the peculiarity of this movie.
So is this all about laughter?
No.
You can find small rocks of tragedies
amidst this waterfall of laughter.
In short, this is a movie with a lot of laughter
and less of thinking.
This is the beginning of a new era in Malayalam film industry.
It's an experimental movie.
This movie doesn't expect your tears.
Laugh! Laugh your heart out!
Laugh all you want!
Greetings.
'KAVYA MELA.'
'Once upon a time'
'there lived a King named Solomon.'
'He was a very wise King.'
'He was very famous for justice'
'One day, in the King's court'
'a peculiar case was brought for judgement.'
'A child and her mother..' - Lakshmi..
Hey, call you mother.
Mom..
Did you take money from my wallet?
Didn't you hear me? - I took it to pay the doctor.
Haven't I told you before not to take money from my wallet?
Is it with the business money that you consult the doctor?
It's not for anybody else, is it?
I took it for my brother.
How does he matter to me?
You're the one I married.
When he wasn't blind, all he did was loaf about.
Who else has he got other than us?
If my parents had been alive, would he have come here?
That's what you call the wrath of God.
One must suffer it all alone.
If you dare to take money from my wallet again
I'll.. Mind it!
Jayan.
It's all right, Sister. I'm destined to hear all these.
He is right about the wrath of God.
One mustn't share it. - You know how he is.
Don't bother.
You'll never suffer as long as I'm alive.
Uncle. - What is it, dear?
Why didn't you write the song that you promised me?
Song? I'll do it tomorrow.
No.. You postpone it every day.
Okay. You can start writing. I'll sing.
Who is that, dear? - There are two men.
Greetings. - Greetings, sir. - Greetings.
May I know who you are? - We're the members of the library.
The library is celebrating its anniversary on Sunday.
We're here to invite you.
Invite me? - Yes. - But why?
We've heard that you write and sing poetry.
Please forgive me.
I'm grateful to you for inviting me.
But I can't come. - Why is that, sir?
Once I turned blind
I lost the courage to address people.
So please don't force me.
Here's the tea, Uncle.
Please have tea.
I used to take part in all sorts of social events back then.
Today.. It's all God's will.
Lakshmi..
Who are they?
They're here to meet Jayan.
Oh, they're here to meet the poet.
You are ever ready to prepare tea for the beggars that visit home.
Quiet down or they'll hear you.
What if they hear me?
They're not even worthy enough to step inside my house.
Do you know that?
Beggars who walk around to collect funds for libraries.
How dare they even sit on my chair?
We'll leave now. - You didn't have your tea.
We did. We had it while listening to him.
Please forgive me.. - That's all right.
We know how your brother-in-law is.
We're sorry to have disturbed you.
See you.
Sister, is brother-in-law here?
What do you want?
I want to tell you something.
Though my parents are no more
I consider my sister and you as my parents.
Why can't you be sympathetic towards a blind man?
It seems you didn't like the way I spoke.
I'm entitled to like whatever you say.
I have no complaints.
But do you have to humiliate the ones who love me as well?
Why couldn't you have waited until they left?
I spoke that way as I was angry.
We don't have much money here to serve all those who visit us.
I didn't ask anybody to serve them tea.
I was the one who did it as they were our guests.
What do you want me to do about it?
Do you want me to apologise to him?
Why does he have to stay here and trouble us
if he's so proud of himself?
Why doesn't he leave?
Has anybody tied him up here?
Tell dad not to scold uncle, Mom.
You shouldn't be so rude to him.
Go away!
Are you advising me? - What's wrong with you?
Do you want to know..
Mom.. - Don't beat her! - Please don't beat her.. - No..
Please don't beat her.. - Mom.. - Stop it..
Leave her.. - Oh, God!
'Why does he have to stay here and trouble us'
'if he's so proud of himself?'
'Why doesn't he leave?'
'Has anybody tied him up here?'
Uncle..
"Oh, cuckoo. Tell me."
"Do you know palm reading?"
Sir.. I'm blind, sir.
Help me, sir.
Mister, ticket? - I don't have a ticket.
Where do you want to go? Give me the money.
I don't have any money.
Then why did you board the train? - He is a blind man, sir.
Okay, get off at the next station.
Did you come by this train? - Yes.
Who are you? - It's me.
Why do you mean by me? - It's me, sir.
Why are you sitting here? - Nothing.
Where are you going? - I'm not going anywhere.
Oh, Lord! If you are not going anywhere
you should've stayed at home.
I don't have a house. - How about your father?
I don't have a father. - Mother?
No. - Wife? - No.
Children? - No!
You don't have eye sight as well. What a shame!
You should've had something. What's your signature?
You mean name? - Yes.
My name is Jayadevan. - Oh, Lord!
Is he an incarnation of the Lord? I don't know where he came from
or where he is going?
The Almighty Lord! Jayadevan.
To be frank, don't make me worried. - I'm feeling thirsty.
I would like to have some water. - Are you telling the truth?
Are you really blind?
What are you saying? Will anyone with eyesight
say that they are blind?
Well, you didn't introduce yourself.
I am an employee of the railway.
I've to work until my subordinate comes.
The rest will be managed by him.
What's your name? - My parents named me Thrivikraman.
Now, it's just Vikraman.
You said you are feeling thirsty, right? Come!
Bow down a little! Okay.
There is a step in front. Slowly.
Is this your house?
Don't ask me silly questions like this?
Does a man really own anything in this world?
A man is destined to die.
Jayadevan, just sit.
Bhavaniamma..
A lady demon will come now. We are very good friends.
Don't misunderstand her. Bhavaniamma!
- Stop it!
Why are you shouting? - I wanted to see you.
I don't want to hear anything. I want my money now.
She is a really funny person. Didn't I tell you, Jayadevan?
I was not joking. I'm asking the money for the meal you had.
You are not even paying the rent.
At least, give me the money for the meal.
She hasn't finished. She will tell more interesting things.
Don't you have any dignity?
You go to work daily and return in the evening.
Why is she talking like this?
Is she your wife?
Don't talk rubbish!
Bhavaniamma, please forgive him.
Your voice is sweet as an 18 year old.
That's why he asked?
He is a poor blind man. Just leave it.
Why did you bring him here? - Don't talk like that.
I didn't bring anyone here. It was the Lord's decision.
The Lord told me that the blind man is feeling hungry
and I should buy him a meal from your hotel.
How can I ignore the Lord's words? So I brought him here.
If you have any problem, you can send him out.
Now I don't feel any hunger or thirst.
I just want to leave. - Sorry, I made a mistake.
You are hungry, aren't you? Please have something from here.
Please wait.
So this is not your house.
Jayadevan. To be frank, I'm an incarnation as well.
I don't know where I came from or where am I going.
Is this a hotel? - It's not a big hotel.
Just a small one. There is a company nearby.
So a few people come here to have lunch.
Along with them, I'm having as well.
We will talk after having this.
What happened to his eyes? - No, nothing happened!
He lost his sight. It has been two years.
Haven't you done any treatment? - I left home
in search of a Government hospital
to consult for a treatment.
Government hospital is a hospital where the Government is treated.
There is no treatment for common people.
There is no need for any treatment.
Can you do an offering to our village Goddess?
That's good. How will he do an offering?
Just take him there.
You should do offerings for 41 days.
If he doesn't get back his sight.. - Then what?
It will work. - What's the use?
Well, serve the rice. - People from different places
come here and do offerings.
Please serve the rice. - Listen, dear.
The idol of the Goddess was retrieved from a well.
She is very powerful. You just go and pray to Her.
Just serve the rice. We will die of hunger!
Jayadevan, just agree to her. - I will do the offering for sure.
I don't have anything to lose.
At least, I can get some relief.
If you have faith, you will get the result.
Okay, we agree!
Just serve the rice! I've almost finished the curry.
We will visit the temple tomorrow itself.
"Oh, Mother of the world!"
"The one who grants relief for human sufferings."
"The one with the never ending light of hope."
"Oh, Mother of the World!"
"Across the imaginary barrier."
"Your heavenly pedestal."
"Across the imaginary barrier."
"Your heavenly pedestal."
"Across the sea of life"
"is the embellished door to you."
"Is the embellished door to you."
"Oh, Mother of the world!"
"You shall grant me the inner sight."
"Oh, Lord! You shall let me see you."
"You shall grant me the inner sight."
"Oh, Lord! You shall let me see you."
"Your angelic idol."
"I want to see your deific form."
"Tears roll down the cheek."
"From your divine ornaments"
"I wish you to have an oblation."
"Oh, Mother of the world!"
"The one who grants relief for human sufferings."
"The one with the never ending light of hope."
"Oh, Mother of the world!"
Get up. Let's go.
Where? I will sit here.
You can go. - How can I?
I can't leave you alone here. - You have suffered enough for me.
I can't make you suffer anymore.
It's okay, Jayadevan.
You can go anywhere after getting your sight back.
The Lord will surely listen to your prayers.
With your prayer, even my sight got brighter.
You will get your sight as well!
Anyway, I won't let you go without doing prayers for 41 days.
Come.
Slowly..
It's almost full. Come, let's go there.
Let's have some tea first. Then you can freshen up.
Sit.
What would you like to have? - What do you have?
Puri, Masala Dosa, Vada
'Mysore Pak'.. - Hey!
Hey, idiot! Don't confuse me!
I just want to have some water.
To hell with your 'Mysore Pak'!
Do you have Idli? - Yes.
Give three Idlis and get a cup of tea for him.
Give me a glass of water and Chutney.
I want a glass of milk, two Laddus
and two Masala Dosa.. - Masala Dosa!
Don't shout! - Vikraman?
How can a person eat Masala Dosa and drink tea at this time?
Aren't you having anything?
No, I just want to enjoy seeing others eat.
I bow down in front of your love and kindness.
I cannot bear seeing people suffer.
What can I do? I'm used to it.
Hurry up.
That's for me. The Chutney is mine
and the Idli is his.
You must at least have one of these. - No, I don't want any.
You must. - I don't want it. - I just need two of them.
How can I refuse when you insist? I'll have it.
Slowly.. Watch it.. There's a step..
I'm all tired.
Sit down.
I'll go check if the lunch is ready.
Bhavaniamma!
Are you here already?
How can I roam all day long with a blind man?
You asked us to pray and we did.
It was an excellent prayer.
I came here to ask about what to do next.
Do you think you can fool me again with the same reason?
Why do I have to fool you, Bhavaniamma?
I've to give you some money back.
My debt would be over if I pay you. - Why don't you pay me then?
Trust me, Bhavaniamma. - That's just great.
Look who's asking me to trust him!
Weren't you the one who told me that
everything's about trust?
You can trust God whom you don't know anything about
but you refuse to trust me though you see me every day.
I've heard enough of it. You better return my money.
That's the right way to ask. You sound wonderful.
How much do you want?
Give me how much ever you can? - Would Rs. 10 suffice? - Yes.
How about Rs. 5? - That's also acceptable.
How about Rs. 2? - Hey, Vikraman! - No, don't say anything more.
Hey, since when did you get rich? - Hey..
This is why I don't repay you. I know that you'll humiliate me.
Anyway, we need lunch. You better serve it.
We've to pray tomorrow as well.
"Oh, divine Goddess Saraswati!"
"Where is your golden throne?"
"Oh, divine Goddess Saraswati!"
"Where is your golden throne?"
"You passed by the evergreen forest"
"in Your swan carved chariot."
"You passed by the evergreen forest"
"in Your swan carved chariot."
"The sleigh of art"
"is in search of You."
"Oh, divine Goddess Saraswati!"
"Where is Your golden throne?"
Sir.. Sir! My dear sir!
Please help us. - I have nothing.
There's no point singing here. We must relocate.
Jayadevan, I don't think the God heard our prayers.
What's the matter?
I don't know, but I feel that way.
No, Vikraman. I prayed with full devotion.
But that's not enough. We must feel the effect, too.
Hey, this isn't the usual path we take.
We've been walking for a long time now.
How do I say it?
A bridge collapsed on the usual route we take.
We can't trust the bridges these days.
Here's another one.
Yes, you can start now.
Where's the platform?
Don't sit on it today?
The Goddess shall be pleased if you pray standing.
Stand and pray from now on.
Come.
"The eternal spring dances"
"before your presence."
"The celestial music of the Veena"
"fills our earth."
"The eternal spring dances"
"before your presence."
"The celestial music of the Veena"
"fills our earth."
"I'm a blind singer standing before you"
"offering my heart and soul."
"Offering my heart and soul."
"Oh, divine Goddess Saraswati!"
"Where is Your golden throne?"
Who is that who gave me money?
I didn't ask money from you, did I?
Why are you singing here then? - I was praying.
Your friend collected money from everyone.
Vikraman! Did you collect money from people?
No, I didn't collect any. - You scoundrel!
How can I refuse money when they give it?
I'll.. You made me a beggar, didn't you?
I'll kill you. - I don't have a family yet.
Please don't hurt me. Fine! Enough of your help!
I am leaving.
Hey, Jayadevan.
Y-You'll hurt yourself if you travel alone.
I don't care. - Jayadevan..
Walk on the side of the road or you'll get hit by a vehicle.
Sir, can you help me?
Isn't there a Goddess temple here?
Is it nearby? - No, it's very far from here.
Don't knock me down..
I'm blind. - Where are you going?
I want to go to the Goddess temple.
But I don't know the way. - Are you alone?
I have nobody, ma'am.
Poor thing. I'll take you there.
I'm going to the temple as well.
Here, hold this. Come on.
I'll take you there.
Have you been to the temple before?
I have been there, ma'am.
It's a very holy temple.
The Goddess will definitely hear your prayers. - Hey, Vikraman.
Where are you going with the blind guy?
Vikraman? Haven't you left yet?
Scoundrel! I'll hand you over to the police.
Police..
Oh, Goddess! Why are you testing me?
Sreedevi.. Give me the camera. Let me capture a shot.
Don't give it, Sreedevi. She doesn't know how to use it.
I'm not giving it to anybody.
Sit here. I'll take the photo.
Smile.. Okay.
Oh, Goddess. you can see everything.
And yet, why is that you refuse to see me?
Won't you permit me to even pray before you?
Oh, Goddess. You're eminent all over the world.
I'm sure that you'll hear my prayers
no matter where I am.
Oh, Goddess. Return my sight..
"Oh, Goddess of fortune.."
"I am in pursuit."
"I seek the door"
"to your holy temple."
"I didn't see you in the temple"
"or under the shade of the banyan tree."
"I didn't see you in the temple"
"or under the shade of the banyan tree."
"I couldn't find you in the monastery or the chambers."
"Or even in altar."
"Oh, Goddess of fortune.."
"Within my mind"
"I hear nothing but you."
"In the sanctum of my mind"
"I heard the sound of your anklets."
"Oh, Goddess of fortune.."
"Even after endless calls, you didn't come"
"and reside in my altar."
"Even after endless calls, you didn't come"
"and reside in my altar."
"You didn't even wear the lotus garland"
"that I made just for you."
"Oh, Goddess of fortune.."
"I am in pursuit."
"I seek the door"
"to your holy temple."
Why did that woman slap you?
What? Woman?
Was that a woman who slapped me?
Oh! You can't see, can you?
No. I was praying.
She slapped you and left! What a bad attitude!
Where are you from?
A faraway place. I left home
for Trivandrum to seek treatment.
Somehow I reached here.
If you are seeking eye treatment, why go to Trivandrum?
There is a good doctor here.
Who is it? - Dr. Panikkar.
Don't worry. You need a surgery.
Then you will regain your sight.
Doctor, will I be able to see again?
Of course. The surgery costs around Rs. 500.
Rs. 500? - What is it?
I have nothing, Doctor.
What I have are just hopes.
What good will that do?
Please help me somehow, Doctor.
If you too won't help me
I will have to kill myself.
I will work and pay you back, once I regain my sight.
Please believe me, Doctor. - What was your job?
I am not skilled at any particular job.
What I know is to write poems.
So you are a poet?
I am not confident enough to make that claim.
What is your name? - Jayadevan.
Where are you from? - Wadakkancherry.
How far from the railway station do you live? - Very near.
House name? - Srimangalam.
Are you related to the Late. Mr. Bhaskaran?
Do you know him, Doctor?
What?
How are you related to him?
I'm his son.
Are you Mr. Bhaskaran's son, Jayadevan?
I remember now.
I have seen you when you were a kid.
Doctor.
It is amazing to see you all grown up. - Doctor!
Doctor. - Please sit.
Doctor.
Dear.
Do you know who this is?
He is my best friend's son. Jayadevan.
She is my daughter, Sreedevi.
Greetings. - Greetings.
Jayadevan will no longer be a patient.
He will be part of our family.
Leave that.
How did you know about me, Jayadevan?
It will be wise if you don't ask me about it, Doctor.
Why?
To be frank, the reason I came here
is because of a girl. - Is it?
Yes.
I was praying on the road side.
That's when a girl came and slapped me. - What?
A girl slapped you?
Who was that? - How will I know, Doctor?
What was the reason? - I don't know.
After that, the people there brought me here.
Are girls so arrogant?
If they were humane, will they slap a bind man?
Okay. Forget that, Jayadevan.
It's okay.
She must have been a fool.
Dear.
Bring him a cup of coffee.
Sir..
I am from an honourable family.
I came here in search of a job.
Someone stole my wallet.
I am broke. Please help me.
I have no money on me.
Can you give me that newspaper? I want to read the news.
Can you return it? - Just a moment.
It's okay, you can keep it.
Mister.. - Yes? - How much do papers cost these days?
Almost 75 Paise.
75 Paise! - Yes.
I want to sell some. - I buy for 60 Paise.
75 Paise is the price at which I sell.
Then I am not selling it. - Stop. I've already told you.
Nonsense. Keep it.
Let me weigh it.
Make it quick.
Keep it.
Keep more.
Yes. Keep more.
What are you looking at? Keep more paper.
Mister. - Yes?
Have you seen me before? - No.
I have not seen you before.
Then why are you so kind to me? - Keep the paper.
This is all I have.
I don't know if it will balance.
Oh, you have spoiled it. Nonsense.
Now my papers are heavier.
Increase the counter weight, sir.
Increase it. Increase it again.
What are you looking at? Check the balance. Nonsense.
Increase it.
More.
Well, who are you?
Why do you care? Increase the weight, sir.
Shall we make a deal?
That is not possible, sir.
I learnt this after thorough research.
Can you work at my shop?
I need your service. That's the reason.
Of course. If you are adamant
I shall work here. - What salary do you need?
You may decide that after seeing my talent.
Okay, fine. Nonsense.
Did the book arrive, sir? - No.
If it does come, will I keep it from you?
What can I do now?
There are no more places to look for it.
What do you know? Nonsense.
If the book comes, I will give it to you.
Hey, what is your name? - Vikraman.
Is it?
Mr. Vikraman
someone might bring a book when I am not there.
Oh, what was its name?
Oh, I forgot. Nonsense.
What was its name? - I had written it for you.
Is it? Then it will be written in my book.
It is an old book.
I can't find it anywhere.
I don't recognise you.
I am the owner of a publishing house.
Inform me if you get the book.
I shall visit you later.
I shall leave. - Okay.
Who is it?
I was just wiping your sweat. - Are you a nurse?
No. I'm Sreedevi.
Oh! - Shall I ask you something?
What is it? - Didn't a woman slap you that day?
Did it hurt? - Won't a slap hurt?
What did you feel about her then?
No matter what I felt then, I am thankful to her now.
Obligation to someone who slapped you?
Of course.
Had it not have happened then
I would have still been seeking treatment.
If you meet her someday
what will you do? - I will thank her.
Tell me the truth, Jayan. Don't you feel hatred
towards that arrogant woman?
Hatred? I only feel love.
Love.
Let that be. Why do you ask?
Nothing, Jayan. It's nothing.
"Oh, Goddess of fortune.."
"I am in pursuit."
"Oh, Goddess of fortune.."
"I am in pursuit."
"I seek the door"
"to your holy temple."
"I didn't see you in the temple"
"or under the shade of the banyan tree."
"I didn't see you in the temple"
"or under the shade of the banyan tree."
"I couldn't find you in the monastery or the chambers."
"Or even in altar."
"Within my mind"
"I hear nothing but you."
"Within my mind"
"I hear nothing but you."
"In the sanctum of my mind"
"I heard the sound of your anklets."
"Even after endless calls, you didn't come"
"and reside in my altar."
"Even after endless calls, you didn't come"
"and reside in my altar."
"You didn't even wear the lotus garland"
"that I made just for you."
"Oh, Goddess of fortune.."
"I am in pursuit."
"I seek the door"
"to your holy temple."
This song.. - You must be wondering how I know it.
Yes.
You only need to hear amazing things once.
It gets engraved in one's soul.
From where did you hear it? - Is this song about me?
No. - What if I think so?
I won't blame you.
Then that is what happened.
I thought you were singing about me.
Even my friends made fun of me.
I lost control.
So? - Forgive me, Jayan.
The girl who slapped you that day
was me.
Was that you, Sreedevi?
I didn't know that you were blind.
I've been feeling guilty since the time you came here, Jayan.
Please slap me.
Let me feel relieved.
So you got me here, right, Sreedevi?
Accept my gratitude and regards.
Accept it, please.
Please be honest. Don't you hate me?
I don't thank the ones I hate.
Please tell me that you've forgiven me.
Say that you have accepted my gratitude.
Jayan. - Give me some time
to think about the past.
Miracles, all miracles.
So now you are the boss here?
Give me back my money.
What? - Give it to me, let me weigh it.
What did you say? - This is a place where people come to sell paper.
So I was asking you to take the paper if you have to sell any.
I need my money, Vikraman.
Did you come for the money? Couldn't you say earlier?
Don't ruin my name. - You'll ruin me.
I'll never do that, Bhavaniamma.
I'll shout and gather people.
Don't insult me. I just opened the shop.
I'll get money once the boss arrives.
Should I wait for your boss?
Get me the money. - Then take this.
I just need my money.
Why are you giving it to her?
What is the matter?
It's her paper. I'm giving it back as there is no cash to pay her.
Take it back. - Are you giving it back, idiot?
Without money? - I have the money with me.
Give it. Weigh it.
"When the sound rains eternity in nothingness."
"Excitement"
"glows like a fire as one at a place."
"Of those that bloomed"
"in that fire of time."
"Give us the excitement you had"
"from what you saw."
Why did you stop it? Sing. Let's hear it.
Sit down..
So you are not just a poet but a singer too, right?
But he won't sing if we ask him to.
Maybe, he's afraid of you. - Why should he be afraid of me?
Some stupid girls slap when they hear a song.
What if you do the same?
I think, it's lucky to get slapped by a girl.
Don't try to give him luck by hearing this, dear.
See you.
Doctor. - What is it, Jayan?
How many more days should I wait to see the world again?
A couple of weeks more. See you.
Are you so eager to see things?
The ones with sight won't understand it.
The whole beauty of this universe
is filled inside me.
I want to see it.
What do you want to see first?
The owner of this voice.
Me? The one with squint eyes and crooked teeth?
But I know that your heart is beautiful.
Leave it. What will you do after that?
After that lies the biggest task.
I've written lots and lots of poems
in my heart.
I've to write it down on a paper.
Can't you start doing it now?
I have no eyes.
You can use mine.
Wouldn't it be an inconvenience?
Never.
It's a relief and enjoyment for me.
Okay, then write.
Yes, tell me.
"Dreams."
"Oh, dreams!"
"Dreams. Oh, dreams!"
"You are the daughters of heaven."
"Dreams. Oh, dreams!"
"You are the daughters of heaven."
"If you weren't there on earth.."
"the world would have been empty."
"Dreams. Oh, dreams!"
"You are the daughters of heaven."
"There won't be men or Gods"
"or any other living creature."
"There won't be men or Gods"
"or any other living creature."
"There won't be any aesthetic statues."
"Nor would there be any fragrant flowers."
"Dreams. Oh, dreams!"
"You are the daughters of heaven."
"In a heavenly castle"
"made of blue sapphire."
Heavenly?
"In a heavenly castle."
"In a heavenly castle"
"decorated by the moon."
"In a heavenly castle"
"decorated by the moon."
"You are the tiny butterflies"
"raised by the celestial nymphs."
"You are the tiny butterflies."
"You are the butterflies that come"
"to visit from heaven."
"Dreams. Oh, dreams!"
"You are the daughters of heaven."
"You open the door to my mind"
"without my knowledge."
"You open the door to my mind"
"without my knowledge."
"Without walls made by sculptors"
"you paint art."
"Without walls made by sculptors"
"you paint art."
"You painted many rainbows"
"with your array of colours."
"You painted many rainbows"
Not like that.
"Painted many rainbows.. - With your array of colours."
"You clear your canvas for fresh work"
"with tears."
"You clear them with tears."
"Dreams. Oh, dreams!"
"You are the daughters of heaven.
Slowly open your eyes.
Doctor.
You're my God, Doctor.
This is my duty, Jayadevan.
Take rest for 15 more days.
Light and heat must not reach the eye.
What do you say, Sreedevi?
Sreedevi.
Vikraman..
Nonsense!
Vikraman.
I accidentally slept, boss.
What happened to your head?
Didn't you know? A jackfruit fell on my head.
What? A jackfruit? God's grace you didn't die.
Didn't you know? A thief entered my home.
Is he here now?
I have a jackfruit tree.
A thief steals jackfruit from it daily.
Bloody thief! I caught him yesterday.
What is it? - Did you catch him?
Nonsense!
Why are you being impatient?
I hid beneath the tree yesterday.
That's when he came, that bloody guy..
The thief.
I stayed quiet.
He climbed up the tree stepping on my shoulders.
I didn't make a sound even then.
Why didn't you say anything? - He's a fool.
He'll leave without taking the jackfruit. - Then?
He went up and cut down a jackfruit.
It fell directly on my head. - Oh, God.
Even then, I didn't make a sound.
Then he climbed down the tree stepping on my shoulders.
Didn't you make a sound? - No.
At last when he started to walk away with it, I stood up
and asked him that doesn't he feel ashamed
to steal from me.
He felt embarrassed.
That was rude. You shouldn't have done it.
Then why does he steal from me every day?
He deserved it. Let him have it.
You are so rude! - Get lost.
I never thought that you'd be so rude.
Truth is always rude.
It hurts me to leave.
But I won't allow you to leave.
I'm going to tell my dad everything.
No, Sreedevi.
What if he doesn't feel the same way like we do about us.
What if he doesn't like it?
I'm sure he'll like all that I like.
But I'm sure, it won't happen in my case.
Why? - Your future is planned, mine isn't.
No father will want to send his daughter with someone like me.
You can't make that decision.
I know I shouldn't wish for what I don't deserve.
That's why I am saying this. - Yes.
Maybe I don't deserve you.
I was talking about myself.
I don't want to hear anything.
You can hate me if can't love me.
Still, I'll live only for you.
You can either accept me or push me away.
Whatever you do, I'm happy.
Because I love you.
Sreedevi.
Good night.
Sit down, Jayan..
Sit down, Jayan.
I have always been straight forward with people.
But today, it's different.
What is it, Doctor? Did I do something wrong?
No, you didn't do anything wrong.
But you did something that I didn't expect.
I am the one to be blamed.
Doctor.
I know the consent of a third person
is not required for two people to fall in love.
But you should help me in this matter.
I'm not going to repeat it as you know everything.
Except one thing.
I have a sister. She has a son.
His name is Balachandran.
My wife wished for only one thing before her death.
She wanted Balachandran to marry Sreedevi.
We have already made that decided.
I would like that to happen.
I request you not to oppose it.
Doctor.
To fall in love is a necessary part of our life.
I don't have any objections.
But I would like to correct it in the case of my daughter.
Because of her mother's last wish.
Secondly, for my personal relief.
What do you say?
Doctor. Please forgive me.
Why do I have to forgive you?
You haven't done anything wrong.
If there wasn't a complication like this
I would have been willing to get you both married.
Well, one more thing.
It was unexpected! Balachandran will arrive tomorrow.
You can meet him.
You didn't have lunch, right? Come.
Hey, haven't you finished the coffee yet?
Sorry, I forgot. - Well..
Being absent minded is not good for you.
Yes, you're right. But it happened.
Then how will you remember others?
I'm trying to forget someone
and to find myself again.
Or else, I might end up in grief.
I don't understand anything. There is something you want to say.
Sreedevi..
Look who's here!
I don't know whether she will recognise you.
Balan! - Oh, Lord!
Is this really Sreedevi? - Ask her!
What a pity! Don't you feed her anything?
Stop acting like a child, Balan.
I never thought that you would become so lean within four years.
Where is Jayan? Jayan!
This is Mr. Jayadevan. - Hello.
Hello. - Don't just go by the looks.
He is a poet and a good singer. - Uncle told me on the way.
This is the guy I told you about. Balachandran.
He is working in Persia.
Well, Mr. Jayan. I don't have anything to say about myself.
I'm just a common man. - Please sit.
Are you planning to go back to Persia after the wedding?
It's all about a job. Doesn't matter where it is!
Listen, Mr. Jayan. I don't have anyone except Sreedevi.
When she leaves to Persia after her wedding with Balachandran
what will be my situation?
What do you say?
We will decide about it later. - There's nothing more to decide.
You should stay with me after the wedding.
That's my wish.
Anyway, let's get them married soon.
Right, Mr. Jayan? - Yes.
Now I understand everything.
You already knew that Balan would come here.
If you want your father to be happy
you should marry him.
For that, I am ready to sacrifice anything.
But that's going to do more harm.
Please listen to me. - Don't say anything.
I won't understand what you are going to say.
Please think wisely.
He is a perfect match for you.
He is smart and jovial.
I don't want you to explain about him.
We grew up together. - That's why I am saying this.
Please don't force me to do this.
There is only one person worthy to be my husband.
That's you, Jayan.
No. I can't marry you.
I will never do something that would hurt the doctor.
Try to forget everything.
You can make me forget everything.
But before that
my soul will depart from my body.
Sreedevi. - No.
I don't have anything more to say.
Oh, my Jolly!
"Oh, my Jolly!"
"I love you."
"I love my.."
"Oh, my Jolly!"
Hello, Mr. Uncle!
Good evening. How are you?
Hello! What?
'Alcohol consumption is injurious to health.'
Hello, Mr. Uncle!
Hello! - Balan!
Forgive me, Uncle! I usually drink at night.
This is Persian culture. Don't worry.
Do you want some? You want it?
Balan! I never expected this from you!
What a silly person you are?
"Oh, my Jolly!"
"I will come.." - Who is this Jolly?
My girlfriend. My sweetheart!
Jolly. Do you want some? No!
My dear Jolly.
"I will come, Jolly." - Get out from here!
I said, get out! - Nonsense!
I came here because you called me.
Now you want me to leave?
Am I a dog?
Tell me, am I a dog for you?
You get out!
Sreedevi, I will marry you. Okay?
I will! - Don't utter a word!
I will kill you! I will! - Bloody rascal!
Dad!
What happened, Balan? - Forgive me.
I was forced to play this drama. - Balan!
If I had known that you were in love with Jayan
I would've never come here.
Now I know everything.
It's my responsibility to get you married to him.
Balan!
Don't worry. - Sreedevi.
'Smoking is injurious to health.'
You are a lucky girl.
Thank God that I've known his true colours.
Or else, I would've ruined your life.
I wanted you to marry him against your will.
But the Lord has saved both of us.
I know that you love Jayan.
I've decided to get you both married. - Dad!
Jayan!
Dad! - What is it, dear?
'Dear Doctor. Please forgive me.'
'I'm leaving. I realise that by staying here'
'I may ruin your happiness. I'm afraid I will.'
'I thank you for giving back my life.'
'I don't even have the strength to say goodbye to you.'
'I'm leaving, Doctor. Please bless me.'
'Yours faithfully, Jayadevan.'
Sister. - Balan. - Hey, why did you come here?
An unlucky lady.. - Don't talk to her.
This house has no place for drunkards. Get out!
Uncle, I'm not a drunkard. I am a very good man.
I witnessed it a while ago.
It was all a make-believe, Dad. Balan was just acting.
What? Acting?
A woman is in love with another man.
She doesn't have any love for me.
I realised that later.
Do you think I should marry her even after knowing the truth?
Do you think I should force her to marry me, Uncle?
Let love take its own course.
We must never try to force love.
It always ends in disaster.
Balan! - I felt that I couldn't change your mind.
So I thought an act would do the trick.
But Jayan was one step ahead of us.
Balan!
Forgive me, dear. Forgive me.
It's all right, Uncle.
It's our duty to find Jayan now.
Sreedevi, I'll find Jayan and bring him back to you.
Stay strong.
"When will this pilgrimage come to an end?"
"When can I return?"
"When will this pilgrimage come to an end?"
"When can I return?"
Where did I come from? Why did I come?
Where am I going? I don't know.
"Where did I come from? Why did I come?"
"Where am I going? I don't know."
"Where did I come from? Why did I come?"
"Where am I going? I don't know."
"We don't have a place to stay."
"We're just travellers on this earth."
"When will this pilgrimage come to an end?"
"When can I return?"
"Where did my beloved disappear"
"with the flute of silent music?"
"Where did my beloved disappear"
"with the flute of silent music?"
"Those alluring music.. Those poetic lines.."
"Those serene nights.. Where are they?"
"When will this pilgrimage come to an end?"
"When can I return?"
"Where is the golden crown"
"that I used to boast about?"
"Where is the golden crown"
"that I used to boast about?"
"Where are the castles they acquired"
"through war?"
"Where are the castles?"
"When will this pilgrimage come to an end?"
"When can I return?"
Greetings.
These are some of the poems that I wrote.
I wish to get them published.
What's your name? - Jayadevan.
How many poems have you published until now?
This is my first poetry, sir.
We don't find time even to publish the works of famous ones.
That's when you ask us to publish yours.
I'm sorry.
Greetings, sir.
We read a few of them. It's not up to the standard.
We publish only standard ones.
Your handwriting is very bad. You have lots of learning to do.
Sir, please read it. You can decide later.
The era of poetry is long gone.
Why don't you write some detective novels?
You can come tomorrow.
I'll give you the feedback once I go through it.
What time shall I come, sir? - You can come whenever you want.
Thank you, sir.
I searched a lot of places for Jayan.
But I couldn't find him anywhere.
What do we do now?
How about we submit an ad in the newspaper?
What an idea!
'Beloved missing lover.' That'd be an excellent headline.
You never take anything seriously.
Balan.
I don't think it'd be of any use if we keep searching for him.
Jayan might have left this town.
I don't care where he goes.
But if Jayan is alive
I will bring him here no matter what.
That's a promise I made to her. - It's up to you.
I know you don't need my advice.
I've realised that you're a lot more greater
than I thought you were.
I'm very proud of you, Balan.
So I've got the land down the hill planted with rubber trees.
Wait. We must clear out the remaining land, too.
You're very lucky.
If the textbook committee decisions are in my favour
I'll win, Kaimal. I'll win. - No doubt.
It is yours for sure.
Don't forget us when everything gets done.
We are leaving. We'll come tomorrow.
Have your coffee.
Bye.
Greetings. - What is it?
You had asked me to come today. - What for?
I had submitted my poems here.
I couldn't find time to read it. You can take it.
'Kavya Mela.'
It's fine if you didn't feel like reading it.
But you shouldn't have been so cruel.
It's my soul that you tore apart.
So is your soul just a piece of paper?
You wouldn't understand that.
With the money you earn from our hard work
all you want to do is buy cars and estates.
You wouldn't understand the pain and hardship
one has to go through to write it.
Why would you even try to understand it?
You have money.
You're so arrogant that you believe you can buy anything you wish for.
Are you planning on giving a speech here? Get out!
I didn't come here to beg. This is the only asset in my life.
Neither did I copy it nor did I buy it from anyone.
It's the result of my soul's dedication to poetry.
It might be just paper as far as you're concerned.
But it's valuable for me. It's my life.
I can't bear seeing it being stepped on.
To hell with your poems and bloody papers!
You bastard! How dare you! - Help me..
Police! Is this the police station? Hello, police station?
No, sir. I had given him the poem that I wrote
for publishing.
But the threw it away. - Poem?
He is a thief. He was trying to steal money.
Thief? Are you calling me a thief?
Mister.. You are clever. I must admit that!
Calling me a thief!
Sir, he threw my poem through the window.
I will show you. - Show me.
Where are the poems? You thief!
Are you trying to cheat me? Come to the police station!
Rascal!
25 Paise? - You better go!
You'll be in trouble if boss finds you here.
He told me to give only 10 Paise.
Has the book arrived? - Oh, I forgot about that!
A few new books has arrived. Take a look.
This looks like poems.
'Dreams..'
'You are the maidens from heaven.'
"Dreams.."
"You are the maidens from heaven."
"Made from sapphire"
"in the garden of the celestial Gods."
"Adorned by the moon"
"in the garden of the celestial Gods."
Whose poem is it? - How is it?
It's marvellous!
I've not heard a beautiful poem like this in a long time.
Who wrote it? - Who else! I wrote it.
Do you write poems? - Yes, mister.
Just to pass time.
It's sad to see a poet like you working here.
If you allow me, I will publish your poems for you.
I'm ready to accept any conditions that you put forward.
What do you say? - I'll think about it.
Will you accept my conditions? - Of course!
Let me have a look.
'Kavyamela. Vikramadas.'
Dear friends.
I would like to share a good news
with everyone who is present here
at the anniversary of this college
which is the cultural institution of this village.
There will be a musical concert
performed by music directors and playback singers
who are the pride of our state.
The concert is organised by Mr. Sadanandan
and his friends.
I would like to inform you
that our dearest singers who are present here will be singing
poems from the book 'Kavyamela'
written by the great poet Vikramadas.
First, I invite Ms. P. Leela.
"Dreams. Oh, dreams!"
"You are the daughters of heaven."
"If you weren't there on earth.."
"the world would have been empty."
"Dreams. Oh, dreams!"
"You are the daughters of heaven."
Next is Mr. P. B. Sreenivas.
"There won't be men or Gods"
"or any other living creature."
"There won't be men or Gods"
"or any other living creature."
"There won't be any aesthetic statues."
"Nor would there be any fragrant flowers."
"Dreams. Oh, dreams!"
"You are the daughters of heaven."
Next, Mr. K.J. Yesudas is going to sing for us.
"In a heavenly castle"
"made of blue sapphire."
"In a heavenly castle"
"decorated by the moon."
"You are the tiny butterflies.."
"You are the tiny butterflies"
"raised by the celestial nymphs."
"You are the butterflies that come"
"to visit from heaven."
"Dreams. Oh, dreams!"
"You are the daughters of heaven."
Now comes the music director, Mr. M. B Sreenivasan.
"You open the door"
"to my mind"
"without my knowledge."
"You open the door"
"to my mind"
"without my knowledge."
"Without walls"
"made by sculptors"
"you paint art."
"Dreams. Oh, dreams!"
"You are the daughters"
"of heaven."
Next is another music director, Mr. V. Dakshinamoorthy.
"You painted many rainbows"
"with your array of colours."
"You clear your canvas for fresh work"
"with tears."
"Dreams. Oh, dreams!"
"You are the daughters of heaven."
"In a heavenly castle"
"made of blue sapphire."
"You are the tiny butterflies"
"You are the tiny butterflies raised by the celestial nymphs."
"Dreams. Oh, dreams!"
"You are the daughters of heaven."
Sir, can I borrow that book?
Mind your business.
"Dreams.." - Sir.
Could you at least tell me the name of that book?
You won't allow me to read. Such a nuisance.
Sir, I am sorry. May I know who wrote it?
It is 'Kavyamela', written by Mr. Vikramadas.
How are you supposed to understand all this?
Vikramadas!
Why did he write under the alias name Vikramadas?
I am certain that Jayan wrote the poems.
I assisted him in preparing the manuscript.
May be Vikramadas is his alias name.
Would it be?
What? Another procession?
Is it necessary? No, not because of that.
It's been going on for the last two weeks.
I couldn't write a single word due to that.
Is that so?
I will come. I will definitely come.
A new book? A bestseller is on its way.
Okay..
Okay. All right.
All right then. I am fed up of these processions.
It's their wish. Your presence is enough.
Have a seat.
Please sit. - That's all right..
Master, did you write? - Last night, I couldn't sleep.
But I managed to write around 100 lines.
Please make it fast, Master.
People are eagerly waiting for my next book.
It's bothering me. - I will finish it soon.
No need to worry.
One more thing.
Don't disclose the fact that you are the one writing it.
My ill fate, I ended up being a poet.
Now people are pestering me with questions about my new work.
Therefore, I can't stop writing.
You are here to save my honour as a poet.
That is why I appointed you in the first place.
I know it very well.
I won't betray you.
I can assure that. I am not a guy like that.
I will give you the salary that you demand.
But never disclose this secret.
Oh, please! You can kill me if you are unsure.
Oh, no! I was just saying.
Let me hear what you wrote.
Stop.. What does it mean?
It's already bothering me. - So what?
Don't you worry. I will explain it to you.
You have got inauguration requests from four places.
Tell them that I can't make it.
Master. - So it is like..
A few telegrams has arrived. - I will attend to it later.
Yesterday's balance?
I will come. Please leave.
Greetings! - Greetings, please sit.
I don't recognise him.
He is an associate of mine.
Since my handwriting is poor
he is the one helping me out in preparing the manuscripts.
I am working on my masterpiece.
In that case, I will let you know what I wanted to tell you.
All copies of 'Kavyamela' has been sold out.
People are eagerly waiting for the next edition to come out.
I have to think about it.
A lot of publishers are approaching me.
They are ready to pay any amount, that too in advance.
We are on top of the priority list even if that is the case.
We won't give you the rights. You are printing too many copies.
That's a rumour circulated by our rivals.
No matter who told it
you won't get the rights to publish.
I have made my decision.
So you have abandoned me?
What kind of question is that?
You weren't married to us for us to abandon you.
Please leave, mister. We have got other things to do.
Okay. This is what happens when you get greedy.
Get lost! You didn't earn me my money.
What is the point in discussing that?
Master, did you notice the way he looked at us?
Yes, I saw.
What was the reason behind it?
Poor guy. May be it's because he is sad.
Please have a seat.
Where is Mr. Jayadevan? - Who is it?
The one who wrote 'Kavyamela'.
Child, have you been to school? - Why?
What was written on the book cover?
Vikramadas. - Right?
He is that guy.
Is that you? - Do I have another name?
I am sorry to ask this. Did you write 'Kavyamela'?
What kind of a question is that?
Why did the girl ask that question?
It's just a ploy. She wants to get close to you.
You schemer! You and your trickery.
There is something wrong about it.
He knows where Jayan is.
What was his response when you inquired about the poem?
He said that he wrote it.
I hope you didn't ask too much.
No, I didn't ask anything more. I came back soon.
Good. I will take it from here.
To inaugurate this grand function
we are glad to present a poet
a legendary poet of our times.
It's a dream come true for all of us.
Water.
What is family planning?
Family planning could be defined as birth control.
Birth control is synonymous to conservation of forest or cattle
in a certain way as it involves controlling and nurturing.
If you don't control your children
parenting would get troublesome.
That is exactly why our esteemed government..
Soda..
You should have told me.. Master..
The.. I can't remember the lines. - You forgot?
The pride of India.. - The pride of India..
Yes, the pride of India..
is in the hands of mothers, the beacons of womanhood.
For the sake of birth control..
Master, I can't pronounce that word. - Strenuous effort.
Strenuous...
I can't do it, Master. - We will drop it then.
At the northern borders of our proud country
blessed with meadows and frost covered canopy
our brave army men are fighting against the enemy day and night.
Men and women, it's our duty to extend our support
to these unsung heroes and thank them for their efforts.
Bravo..
Stop it. - What a speech, extraordinary!
Who are you? - I am Kuttappan.
Which Kuttappan? - Oh, no.
You don't know me. - Why did you come here?
For housekeeping. - Who asked you to come?
Nobody did. That's why I came here to enquire.
He is something, isn't he?
My father's name is Kochu.
Are you good at housekeeping? - Oh, yes.
Master. - Yes. - What do you say?
He may be a moron but he is smart.
He applauded at that point in your speech
which is supposed to make the audience admire you.
The credit goes to the one who said it, not the one who wrote.
Yes, it is. - So, Kuttappan.
You are appointed. You can start working.
Hey.. You are an intuitive guy.
How did you know that I will break this pen?
Master, I am aware of poets and their habits.
I am not a poet. Whom are you kidding?
It's evident that you are a poet.
You are a good fellow.
I was looking for a wise guy like you.
I really like you. You can sleep now.
I don't want to.
I will sleep once you complete your work.
Then sit here.
Let me write.
Do you know what I am writing? - It's a poem.
Hush! Don't tell anyone.
So you are the one who wrote 'Kavyamela'.
Don't raise your voice. He might hear you.
So that is the reason.
Now I understand.
Is there anybody else who writes like you?
Who else?
Somebody called Jayan or Devan. People say that.
Don't mind them.
Do we need others to write poems when I'm here?
Don't mind them. - No. - Go to sleep.
I don't understand a word. It sounds the same.
Hello, Vikramadas. - It's me, Chandrashekhara Pillai.
I didn't get Rs. 7,500 that you owe me. - I can't hear you.
I was saying that I didn't get my Rs. 7,500 back.
I can't hear you. - I didn't get Rs. 7,500 yet.
It's urgent.. - I can't hear you. - I heard it.
Give him the money that you owe him.
Is it? Did you hear it? - Yes. - Why don't you give him then.
Greetings.
Come, take a seat. - I think you don't recognise me.
I meet a lot of people. - Do you know him? - Yes, I do.
Isn't he the insurance agent Mr. Mathai? Greetings.
No, I'm just a news editor.
And I'm a member of the academy, too. - Is it? Master.
We don't encourage guys like you who come here to collect money.
It's because we can't.
I didn't come for that.
I argued a lot to get your poem
the Academy award.
Most of the members don't know the greatness of your poems yet.
Oh, they have no experience. Let it go.
Let them learn the alphabet first. Right, Master?
Only then can they read and write. - That's right.
As you have won the Academy award
I came here to congratulate you.
Who needs the award? It's of no use.
We won't get a single penny even if we pawn it.
I know it's not a big deal for you, still..
Is there anything else?
I was thinking about something. - I'll leave then.
Sorry to disturb you. - Go.. Thank you.
Will we get caught? Is this a trap?
What trap?
We'll do one thing. We'll invite some reporters
and give them some food and an interview
along with my ideas, it will be..
That's nice. We'll do it. - Of course.
I was there. There is nothing much to talk about it.
Is everybody here? - Almost everyone is here.
What all do you need to know? Ask me.
We'd like to publish
your interview in our newspaper about you receiving the award.
Why do you need it when he is still alive?
No, we were talking about sharing his life experiences.
What else do you need to know?
What do you have to say about the decline in Malayalam poems?
There is no decline. But it will end.
I'm going to publish an epic poem.
Once it's published, it's the end of Malayalam poems.
We'd like to know the name of your epic poem.
Tell them.
Coconut husk. - Coconut husk?
Coconut husk? - Nice name.
Great. Is it a poem about human anatomy?
Well.. body is the husk of soul.
It'll be a milestone in the field of literature.
When do you really get the encouragement to write?
I'll have a tea in the morning.
Then I smoke a cigarette. That's when I feel like writing.
Yes, then he runs to the fields.
What a beautiful imagination?
When the experiences of life brushes his soul
his thoughts ascend from the world of imagination
to the real world.
Only you can understand what he says.
I usually find it hard to understand.
It's time. The press meet has been successfully completed.
Now all of you may have something to eat.
Kuttappan.
Ready, sir. - Is everything ready? - Yes.
Jayadevan deserves all these awards.
Vikraman is trying to steal it.
We should not allow him to take the award.
What can we do without Jayadevan?
What if we meet Prasad?
Yes, maybe he can help.
Your punishment period is over. Come.
What's the proof that Jayadevan is the one who wrote 'Kavyamela'?
He wrote it while staying at our home.
He was blind back then.
So he used to read it to me
and I wrote it down.
Then won't your handwriting be there in that copy?
That will be enough.
Don't you have it here?
No, he took it after we printed the first copy.
If you say it again..
I'll pull your tongue out. Idiot.
What is it, Kuttappan? - I'll kill you.
You don't know me well. - Don't do it. - Trying to mess with me!
Will you say it again.. - Tell me the matter.
Isn't 'Kavyamela' his book? - Yes.
He was telling me that the seventh line in the sixth page is wrong.
Do I've anything to prove him wrong?
I was so helpless. - Don't mind them.
They're jealous. - Yes. That's for sure.
But they are saying
that they'll make an issue when he will receive the award today.
I need to tell him about this.
Wait. We'll check if there is a mistake.
We can check it now. We've the original copy here.
Is it here? - Yes.
Make it fast. Sixth page..
Sixth page, seventh line. - Right.
Don't mind them. Read it.
I don't know how to read.
Just tell me if it's right or wrong.
Of course, it is.
Spit on their faces. - Yes.
I'll be back soon.
I've to teach them a lesson.
They can't leave like that. - Stop..
Don't fight with anyone. - Yes. - Moreover..
don't tell anyone
that it's here. - No, I won't. - You never saw it.
I saw nothing.
Is it you, Jayadevan?
Do I know you?
Don't you recognise my voice? I'm Bhavaniamma.
Yes. Sorry, I couldn't recognise you.
What is it? - Can you see?
Didn't I tell you, you'd get your vision if you pray?
Don't you see Vikraman now? - No.
I wasn't here for a while.
He's a big shot now.
Lucky him. One fine morning, he became a poet.
A poet? Our Vikraman?
What to say? He wrote a book.
What book? - Something called a 'Mela'.
'Kavyamela'? - Respected people.
Did Vikraman write it? - The one who wrote 'Kavyamela'..
'Gathering, 'Kavyamela'.' - Vikramadas will be awarded..
at the town hall, today at 5:30 p.m.
I invite all people to take part..
We won, Uncle. - What happened?
The original copy is in his cupboard.
We can take it only after they leave.
Both of you get to the gathering.
I'll get the copy and come there.
Respected people. Gentlemen..
What is it? - Just include ladies in it.
Ladies and gentlemen..
I'm forgetting it.
It's okay.
Will there be a lot of people? - It's okay, don't look at them.
We didn't have to do this. - What?
Something in my stomach is..
What? Do you need to go to the toilet? - No.. I went.
I get anxious when I think about the meeting.
Wear it..
Don't spoil it.
Don't waste time. Let's go.
I forgot to take the note. - It's a bad omen from the start.
Come on. Let's go.
Is the car ready? - Yes, it's parked outside.
Do I need to come? Can you go alone?
It's bad. Anyway, you've to get what you have to.
My stomach. - It'll get worse in sometime.
I was going for a good thing. The blind guy is a bad omen.
Who's it? Is it Vikraman?
Mr. Vikraman? Whom are you talking about?
Don't try to fool me, Vikraman.
It is not hard for me to recognise your voice.
I see that you have forgotten yourself.
Who are you? I don't recognise you.
If you have failed to recognise me
how did you realise that I am blind?
Damn! This is such a nuisance.
Didn't you find a better time to show up?
Forgive me, Vikraman.
I shall introduce myself.
But before that, let me remind you about something.
Do you remember that you once used to work at the railway?
Do you remember making me pray for my eyesight to return?
Oh, Jayadevan? Please come..
I'm so sorry that I couldn't recognise you.
Where were you? - I shall explain it later.
Are you going to receive the award today?
What can be said, Raghavan? I mean, Jayadevan.
I happened to write several poems during my free time.
And now I'm being flocked by media and awards.
What can I do? - We have no time to waste.
It's almost time. - Why don't you come tomorrow?
I shall help you then.
Let me leave now. - Not so fast, Vikraman.
Since when did you start writing poems? Tell me the truth.
From where did you get the poems?
What are you saying?
They are my work.
I wrote those poems. - I see.
Has the blind man gone crazy as well?
Can you honestly tell that you wrote them?
I did. So what?
Why do I need to be honest about it? Isn't that right?
Oh, yes..
You are being honest?
Oh, God! - Oh, no!
Get him! - How dare you! - I'll finish you!
Where is my work? - We'll finish you!
Stay still and shut up!
Let me go! - We won't let you! - Hold him.
Let's lock him inside. - Yes.
Stay still. - We will..
Hold him. Lock him inside.
You are nothing.
Get in! - Oh, God!
Let's inform the police about it. - That's not a good idea.
He must be the genuine owner of these poems. - Oh.
Today is the award day. - Yes.
It's not advisable to let him out unless it's over.
Let him stay inside. - Okay..
Oh, God! - What? - Though he is blind
he managed to slap me. - He has a good aim.
His aim is sharp as a tack.
What? - Nothing.
Why are you twitching your tongue? Show me.
What? - It's okay. Let's go.
Oh, no! You shall attend it alone.
Go get what you deserve. - No! You must come!
I am doomed!
"Dreams. Oh, dreams!"
"You are the daughters of heaven."
"If you weren't there on earth.."
"the world would have been empty."
"There won't be men or Gods"
"or any other living creature."
"There won't be any aesthetic statues."
"Nor would there be any fragrant flowers."
"Dreams. Oh, dreams!"
"You are the daughters of heaven."
"In a heavenly castle"
"made of blue sapphire."
"In a heavenly castle"
"decorated by the moon."
"You are the tiny butterflies"
"raised by the celestial nymphs."
"You are the butterflies that come"
"to visit from heaven."
"You open the door to my mind"
"without my knowledge."
"Without walls made by sculptors"
"you paint art."
"You painted many rainbows"
"with your array of colours."
"You clear your canvas for fresh work"
"with tears."
"You clear your canvas for fresh work"
"with tears."
Greetings, everyone.
We are gathered here today to witness
and acknowledge the mastery of our poet, Mr. Vikramadas
by awarding him for his work, 'Kavyamela'.
It's my duty to welcome him on this occasion.
I'd say that it was more of a negligence
for not having recognised, or perhaps, for being late
to recognise and acknowledge the work of an artist like him.
I hope I don't have to explain
that having failed to do so
was indeed wrong.
Why hasn't Balan showed up yet?
Balan would be here no matter what.
Next, I call upon Mr. Vikramadas
to share a few words about his masterpiece.
I invite him forward.
Hello! Am I audible?
Respected people..
Gentlemen..
I was unwell
and on bed rest.
Hence, as I'm not well
my secretary would be presenting
my written speech before you.
He'll be presenting it, and telling you more about it, and what it is..
Greetings.
Greetings to all the respected dignitaries
ladies and gentlemen seated here.
"During this sunset"
"and at this auspicious moment"
"the birth of an artist"
"and receiving of an award."
The lines that I just read out
could have been a poet's masterpiece.
However, I believe that
you would have never come across
or heard this before.
I can assure you that
you would have never heard
this masterpiece before.
What you heard just now
are four beautiful lines.
I am delighted to see
that you have all gathered here
to celebrate my accomplishment.
I am worried about the future of poetry
and those who love poetry, which will halt
after my demise.
Hope you all have understood these facts
and I thank you all
for inviting and honouring me.
I am concluding my speech.
Next, we are going to honour Mr. Vikramadas
with the award.
There is no point in waiting here anymore.
Somehow we have to stop them from honouring Vikraman.
Along with this memento
we have decided to give him a cheque of Rs. 5000.
With your permission..
Wait..
You should not honour him with this award.
He is not the author of 'Kavyamela', Mr. Jayadevan is.
Who is Jayadevan?
You are here to disrupt this occasion.
You said Jayadevan is the author of 'Kavyamela'.
We don't even know about such a person.
I doubt whether he is alive or not.
You are here to insult a gentleman like him without any solid proof.
Get out from here, mister!
Get out!
Once I show you the written copy of 'Kavyamela'
you will all believe me.
You will find my daughter Sreedevi's
handwriting in it.
Then submit the handwritten copy here.
I have sent someone to get it here soon.
Please wait till then.
Balachandran, give it to me.
Uncle, the manuscript is missing. - What?
Kuttappan, why are you here?
To teach you a lesson.
What is your business here?
Mr. Vikramadas..
for now you saved yourself.
But don't forget.
One can cheat some people till the end of life.
Similarly, you can cheat everyone for a short span of time.
But don't expect to cheat everybody forever.
Just remember that. - Shut up!
Isn't it evident now
that they were all purposefully trying to humiliate me?
It's okay. I forgive them.
'Hail, Vikramadas.'
Hail, Vikraman..
Hail, Vikraman.
Hail, Vikraman..
"Those who go in search of the Almighty."
"Those who go in search of the universal truth."
"Those who go in search of the Almighty."
"Those who go in search of the universal truth."
"You are throwing the common people in distress."
"In deep distress."
"Faking has become common, it's tough to realise the truth."
"Who will light my life"
"with the truth of humanity?"
"Who will.."
"Those who go in search of the Almighty."
"Those who go in search of the universal truth."
"You are throwing the common people in distress."
"In deep distress."
"You will laugh at me now"
"and will backstab me later."
"You will laugh at me now"
"and will backstab me later."
"Who will teach the value of humanity"
"to the people in this world?"
"Who will.."
"Those who go in search of the Almighty."
"Those who go in search of the universal truth."
"You are throwing the common people in distress."
"In deep distress."
"Those who go in search of the Almighty."
He is Mr. Jayadevan.
He is the author of 'Kavyamela'.
He's lying..
Jayadevan is blind.
How will a blind man write poems?
Mr. Vikramadas, my eyesight is perfect now.
I can see everything.
You locked me up in that room thinking that I am blind.
Unexpectedly, I got the manuscript
of my poem back.
Here is the handwritten copy which you demanded. Read it!
But what is the proof that you are the author of it?
What is the proof that Mr. Vikramadas wrote it?
You want me to prove that I am the author, right?
None other than
the publishers who sit here
are the evidence for it.
I had been to meet all the publishers
with this manuscript.
If anyone among them will say that I am lying
I will apologise to you all.
They were not ready to go through my poems.
They never even cared to go through the name of my book.
One said, my poems are not up to the mark.
Another one said, my handwriting is bad.
Some said, poems are not trending, I should write detective novels.
Finally, this gentleman here
insulted me
by using the papers of this copy as a table cloth.
I reacted to it as I couldn't control my feelings.
For that, he threw my handwritten copy out
and accused me of theft.
Then the one who got it from there
published it in his name
and you people are running behind him to honour him.
Stop your stupid idea of giving awards randomly.
The deserving should be honoured
but here it's totally different.
You people don't even have common sense.
Mr. Jayadevan, we were unaware about it.
The award is being given for the book 'Kavyamela.'
If you are the author, then you deserve the award.
Sorry, I don't want it.
After completing this poetry
all these publishers rejected it when I approached them.
But Vikramadas got the same publishers to publish it.
At least for that single reason
Mr. Vikramadas should be awarded.
Give it to him.
No, Vikramadas should not be awarded.
Vikramadas is a cheat. Send him out.
Mr. Vikramadas, go back..
Jayadevan, I am innocent.
I found your poems accidentally.
I never demanded anyone to publish it.
I never tried to get awarded for it.
As I thought it will be stupid of me
to reject good luck that came my way
I kept it as a secret.
Save me from this dilemma.
Or else, they will harm me.
Oh, no! Jayadevan.
Stop it!
You don't mind insulting or congratulating someone
without knowing the facts.
You common people
will express your feelings but won't use your brains.
Many renowned poets are exploiting
the hard work of people like us.
Then why do you blame him?
You have all gone crazy.
You won't accept things without any evidence, will you?
Let me inform you something
I solely declare that Vikramadas is the author 'Kavyamela'.
I will not leave any trace or evidence against it!
Hey.. Jayan.. Jayadevan!
It's not fair to steal the credit of someone's talent.
I recommend taking strict action against people like him.
Jayan. - Jayadevan.
Jayan. - Jayadevan!
Where are you going? - I don't know, Doctor.
Jayan, come with us. Let's go home.
I won't come. Sorry.
Jayan.. - Forget the past.
You should marry Sreedevi.
I can't. Even though I am obliged to you for my entire life
I can't marry her.
Sreedevi is waiting for you.
We were trying to find you all this while.
I am sorry, Sreedevi. The doctor
who gave me my life back, asked me
a small favour in return.
His wife's last wish.
We should not act against the wish
of someone who has passed away.
If I am not able to give it in return
to the one who has provided me with a new life
then my life is worthless, Sreedevi.
I want Balachandran to marry Sreedevi.
I want the doctor to live peacefully.
Doctor.
Please forgive me.
Wish you all success.
"When will the pilgrimage end?"
"When can I return?"
'THE END.'