Bhagavan Dasante Ramrajyam

Sir, this place is so dusty.

Hmm.

Your chore today is to tidy this up completely.

All this?

Huh, what's up man?

Are you lazy on your joining day itself?

Nothing like that. I have a dust allergy.

Hmm!!

Sir, you didn't tell me about that brawl.

You seem to be very interested!

It was an incident that occurred 5 years ago.

It was the festival at Vannathi Kaavu.

- Have you witnessed our festival? - No.

Yeah, it's worth watching man!

Vannathi Kaavu festival is a five day long celebration.

Vannathi Kaavu temple is one among the rare temples...

...consecrated in the name of Lord Ram, Goddess Sita and Lord Hanuman.

Old men and even kids there observe fasting a...

...week before the commencement of the festival.

The concept of the festival is the Ram - Raavana battle.

They paint their faces and adorn the costumes...

...to transform themselves into the soldiers of Raman...

They observe the fast as they imagine themselves to be...

...the monkeys accompanying Lord Raman to Lanka for battle.

The Vannathi Kaavu festival comes to an end when...

...the effigy of Raavan is set on fire on the last day.

Sir, forget the festivities and tell me about that brawl.

Don't get restless man.

Murali Sir was the SI here then.

A complete wastrel!

When will this bullshit end?

Sir, it might end by 10 pm.

- Sir, what wantonness have you done? - Huh...!

Sir if you dare do such outrageous acts...

How do you intend to play with me?

Huh?

Sir, don't mess up with us. This is not a place as you imagine.

Come again!

- Sir leave him. He is a naive guy. - Get away!

Buzz off!

What are you all waiting for? Get lost!

- Hey aren't you done? - Get lost.

Sir, that was needless.

Hmm?

Are you scared?

- Nothing like that Sir. - This is a wayward village.

It's like hair entangled in ghee rice.

- You can't get rid of it. - Hmm.

Then let me get going and eliminate their hair.

BHAGAVAN DASANTE RAMARAJYAM

Sir...

...then what happened to Murali Sir?

He got transferred from here.

That's all?

What else?

Should I spice up the story and narrate it?

Get going.

Sir.

- Sir... - Hmm?

What's it?

Sir I am Kurikattu Ravi.

I had a complaint.

Hmm, speak up.

Sir...

...I was in the Middle East for 10-15 years.

I started a hardware shop here with a desire to settle down here.

A shop selling steel rods and cement.

The one dealing with concrete plastering?

Yes exactly.

Okay then.

After that...

...the townsfolk nicknamed me...

...'Kambi Ravi'. (Rod Ravi)

Hmm?

'Kambi Ravi'.

Hey, that's all part of your job.

Not that Sir.

There was a difference in the tone they used.

Now...

The problem doesn't end there.

As the teasing reached its peak my family could no longer stand it...

...so I put an end to that business.

And started a cool bar.

- Hmm that solves the problem. - No Sir.

- They changed the name. - Cool bar's name?

No Sir.

They nicknamed me...

...'Cool Kambi'!

Just imagine.

Hey, how can I register a case for a nickname?

- Not only for the nickname Sir. - Then?

They scribble this name on the shutter of the shop.

- They pee in front of the shop. - Ok, we can register a case against that.

It's not over Sir.

Then what's the problem?

The problem is...

...today morning, Kunnumel Gangadharan's son Renish...

...came to have a Sharjah shake.

When I was coming with the Sharjah shake for him...

...he cut the word 'bar' from the Cool bar in my menu card...

...and instead made it 'Cool Kambi'.

What type of townsfolk are they?

- Sir the shake which I served him... - Hmm.

I lost my calm seeing all this.

I took that glass and banged it on is head.

You would also do the same thing.

What about that guy?

His friends took him to the hospital.

They said that they would register a case.

Then what brings you here?

But Sir...

...if they come to register a case...

...don't I have to prove my innocence?

What can be done in this regard Sir?

You move to that side. Go and stand there.

What's wrong now?

What a man is he?

- Sir... - Hmm?

- Yes Ravietta, where are you? - I'm at the station.

- Which station? - Railway Station.

Our Kunjuraman Chettan passed away.

Sumesh, shall I read this out?

Renowned theater artist Kunjuraman, aged 70 breathed his last.

- There is a small correction in that. - What's that?

- Make it Kunjuraman Nair. - Oh.

Chetta, this will take at least 2 hours.

Can we leave?

- One of us will be waiting here. - Won't that be enough?

He has composed and directed various dance acts and dance-dramas.

Sumesh, do you have anything else to add?

Just let me know.

Renish, why are you with a new hairband?

- Where were you all this while? - Why?

- That journalist has come there. - So?

He is writing the news. Just come.

So, why should I be there?

You are needed. Just come.

Hold this.

Hold this dear.

He has performed dramas in countries like Malaysia and Singapore.

He received the 'Guru Pooja Award' from the Sangeeta Nataka Academy.

His final rites were performed at the backyard of his home.

Wife, late Mrs.Shyamala...

...children Sumesh, Secretary, Harsha Bharatha Samskara Samiti.

...daughter Sumisha...

...son in law Anish, grandson Dhanush A Nair.

Is this fine?

He never liked to be called Nair.

Keep quite. Don't mention all that now.

Can't you also add the name of Udayam Kala Samithi?

For what?

Sumesh...

...Kunjuramettan was the Founder and President of Udayam Kala Samithi.

No need of that. We don't need to mention the name of those drunkards here.

What Kala Samithi? What art has taken place there?

What nonsense are you talking Sumesh?

- That's how it is. - How?

It's a mourning home or else I would have explained.

Shucks!

Tell your Ravi that I will be answering this later.

- Come. - What's all this?

Adi, will it come with you?

No one is bothered about it.

He is starving since morning. Poor chap!

What about Ravi's issue?

Raviettan has reached home.

I didn't unleash him since Renish and his gang were here.

- Okay then, let's leave. - Okay let's go.

Death... the ultimate truth came instantaneously from it's hiding,

We whispered pleasantries to each other,

Death... the ultimate truth came instantaneously from it's hiding,

We whispered pleasantries to each other,

Leaving behind memories at the end of this journey,

And the friendship we shared along this path.

Leaving behind memories at the end of this journey,

And the friendship we shared along this path.

"The controversy related to the Scorpio at Guruvayoor temple...

...that went for a auction is widespread now."

Have they taken Guruvayoorappan for a ride due to the inflated petrol rates?

I have a doubt.

Bro, shape this sidelocks like this with a medium length.

Don't cut it short.

- What? - Medium and not short.

Here?

My dear bro, cut this sidelocks like this...

- ...don't make it short. - You mean cutting the hair?

Sumeshetta, do you know what is sidelocks in Hindi?

I don't know.

You are an ardent lover of our national language and you don't know?

How will I make him understand?

- Isn't it hair cutting? - No shape it.

Hey not like that.

Cut and shape it like this. Don't cut it low.

Like this?

What do you want exactly?

I want the Hindi word for sidelocks, to shape it.

Hey bro, this thing shouldn't come down. (Speaking broken Hindi)

Cut it short.

- You mean cut the hair short? - Yes exactly.

Then say it like that.