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Every human in this world has their own problems.

I'm no different.

But the most important problem I have is…

An identity crisis.

Who am I?

What is my identity?

You belong to our caste. That's your identity!

I heard men from other castes are going after our women.

Let's go burn their house down.

Even I check out women from other castes.

We're Indians, dude. That's our identity.

The neighborhood guys are doing a snake dance to celebrate Bangladesh's win.

Let's go ask them.

Even I celebrate my sixes with a snake dance!

Our religion is our identity, son!

I heard a group near the hillside is converting people to another religion.

Come on, we'll give them hell.

If my slippers go missing again,

- I'm quitting temple visits altogether. - Oh, God!

We're all brave men, son.

And that's our identity.

Our college-going girls aren't wearing dupattas.

Come, we'll warn them.

I wear low-rise pants, so my underwear shows.

In my hometown, people tried to impose their own identity on me.

So I moved to Chennai from Salem.

- Good morning, man! - Morning.

After high school, I wanted to study engineering.

But my mom made me study agriculture so I'd stay in farming.

By the time I graduated,

farming was no longer possible because of the drought.

So, Dad became a wall painter,

and Mom worked under the 100-day employment scheme.

- Don't cut down trees! - Move, please.

With the help of people from our town, she planted 2,000 saplings.

Now imagine telling her to cut those trees down

to build a road into town. Do you think she'll stay quiet?

If you keep protesting, your town's never getting a road.

He's got a point, too.

Either build the road without cutting down the trees, or get out of here!

People shouldn't try to fix things without knowing the town's issues.

- Out of my way! - Sir, it's fine.

Don't build the road.

That's how educated people end up leaving this town

just to make a living somewhere else.

That temper proves he's from our caste.

Even when she was sick, Mom worked in the fields and fainted often.

Even as things got harder, she was stubborn about farming.

She forced me down her path,

so I gave up farming and came here for work.

Despite having a degree in agriculture,

it's the course I signed up for during an Aadi offer

that's helping me make a living in Chennai.

For the past four years, it's been the same company, the same desk,

the same job…

And I'm still searching for my identity.

My name is Sathya.

And my age is…

Bro, get out!

How long are you gonna be in there?

- Why do you keep knocking?! - Can't you hurry up?

- He does that all the time. - What is it?

- I'll finish you! - Go!

I've stayed in the same mansion since I came to Chennai.

There's hardly any difference between Chennai and this mansion.

It's always crowded, long queues, water scarcity,

- fans fighting over Thala and Thalapathy! - Hey! I'm a fan of Prashanth!

My actors, Bobby, Vijay,

and my music director…

Meet Mani from Madurai.

He spent ten years chasing his dream of becoming a director,

only to crash and burn in love.

I have a story called It's All Because of Her.

Want to hear it?

Go on.

It opens with…

It opens with…

It opens with…

This is Vasanth from Tirunelveli.

He can even sell junk to earn money.

Idiyappam!

Thanks, son.

Since Mani had no income and wanted to make it big in cinema,

the girl he loved broke up with him.

My girl's a religious one, buddy.

You can always find her in temples.

- But we're different, you know? - Yeah.

We're Periyarists.

Cut to scene. We're in front of her mother confessing our love.

Her mother looks me up and down.

The camera slowly zooms in on her…

And then she says, "We don't eat garlic, son."

That was it. I was done!

What do garlic and love have to do with each other?

Don't you get it, idiot?

If they don't eat garlic, they won't eat onions either.

So I said, "Get lost, onions!" and walked away!

Every night, over a free drink,

he keeps retelling his failed love story, irritating everyone.

This is a kind of love.

Baby, you said you've got a surprise for me?

What is it?

What's this? You've got an amazing tattoo.

Remember, Naveen?

He just finished his tattoo course.

Vasanth's been talking to a girl from Bangalore

whom he met through a wrong number.

Now he's forgotten his Tirunelveli Tamil

- and speaks fluent Bangalore Tamil. - Yes!

- Exactly. - His only goal is to

find a job in Bangalore.

But he made sure I was poked right!

Didn't the poking hurt, baby?

This is another kind of love.

I will gut your heart out like a goat!

Even if you slit me and throw my heart away,

it'll still say, "I love Chimbu!"

"I love Chimbu!"

"I love Chimbu!"

This too is love!

Everyone has their own love story.

But me?

No girl's ever stopped me for a ride

or to ask for directions.

The only thing I've heard them tell me is…

Excuse me?

"Excuse me."

I lived a life I hated and despised.

Then one day,

a girl walked in and made it worth loving and cherishing.

#01 YOU, ME, THE RAIN, AND AN UMBRELLA.

I still remember when I first met Viji.

You didn't come in yesterday?

Yeah, I went to my friend's wedding.

The older we get,

the more wedding invites we get, and it's frustrating.

Excuse me.

She was writing down the name

I would whisper until my last breath.

- You first. - No, it's alright.

- It's fine. - I insist.

She mistook me.

She took me the wrong way.

She took me the wrong way!

Did she?

She read it all wrong. Dang it!

What's wrong?

Anyway…

You didn't turn up yesterday, right?

We got a new trainee.

She was gorgeous!

Her name's Viji!

She must be around…

Twenty-something…

Sorry.

I didn't mean to do it.

It was just an instinct.

What do you mean?

I don't understand.

It's okay.

I misunderstood you.

I'm Vijayalakshmi. You can call me Viji.

I'm Sathya. You can call me...

Call him bro, then.

You can call me whatever you like.

We've become so close that she calls me "da."

Despite being close,

some bonds just don't turn into love.

I didn't want ours to suffer the same fate,

so I'm pulling every trick I've got.

Like snow that fell on spider webs,

her face was filled with tiny raindrops.

Her lips are like an inverted Thirukkural.

The lower line is slightly bigger than the upper one.

For guys like me, getting down on one knee

and proposing won't do the trick.

But on a softly scented night,

with a chill in the air, maybe we'd get a yes.

Viji?

I've been meaning to tell you something…

What is it?

Just as I was about to express my love,

the open sewer turned my night sour!

- I'll get going. Tanu's here. - Okay.

I'll be back on Sunday. Okay?

- Get home safe. - Alright.

Bye!

Did she just text you a "K"?

Yep.

She could send you 100 free messages.

But still, she replied with a single letter.

She's definitely in love with you, man.

No one asked for your advice.

Flirt with your girl instead.

I can't.

Why not?

She'll get caught if I call her.

Her cousin's in town, it seems.

So she's showing him around Bangalore.

She posted about it on Orkut, too.