Kondraal Paavam (கொன்றால் பாவம்)

Greetings.

Even if I have directed 19 films, 18 in Kannada & 1 in Telugu,

this is the 1st film I'm directing in my mother-tongue, Tamil.

This story's genesis was first seeded by in 1915 by an English Writer Rupert Brooke,

it then grew as literature across many languages and

country, and then took the form of a Play in Kannada.

I adapted the Play as a feature film in Kannada,

which garnered with the Best Film, Best Director awards from the Karnataka State awards,

other than giving me the opportunity to remake it in Telugu as the director.

I present the same film in Tamil which the necessary changes, for you.

Just like the Kannada and Telugu audience, I request you to accept and wish the best for me.

With love, Dayal Padmanabhan.

A bird called the 'ASUNAMA'.

It's got a liking for good music.

When the tribal played the flute,

it gets attracted to the music and swirls over their head.

The tribal immediately ignite a fire,

and once they beat on their drums aggressively,

it swoons into the fire to become their food.

Just like the 'ASUNAMA' bird that succumbs to it's sensitive hearing,

this story is about few humans who succumbed to all their 5 senses.

The reason for their ruin...

Desire.

Desire is the ruin of all man.

From Buddha, Shri Krishna, to Jesus, Mahavir,

there isn't one spiritual leader who hasn't spoken this truth.

If so, can we ask humans to not desire anything?

Humans have desire in them everywhere.

Hey!

Sit properly and listen to what he says.

In God's creation, there isn't one creature born without desire in them.

In fact, God desired within to create all that's living.

Hence,

desire everything but desire within limits.

Understand?

Hey!

Swami is speaking so well

Listen without falling asleep.

He takes money to speak.

Take money out of the picture.

Forget speaking, he won't even sigh.

Hey, whether he takes money or not.

We can listen to some positive words, right?

Those positive words are only in his tongue.

He's filth within.

Like a fruit that's rotten on the inside.

Don't you ever say anything positive?

You dirty-mind.

Yes.

I'm the only dirty-minded here.

Look carefully.

There's filth in everyone's eyes.

Shut up.

Just like how desire is pretty common,

lust too is very common.

Desire and lust are like twin-horses.

Those who bridle and control those twin horses become humans,

ones who cannot control it become a predator.

That's it!

Listen.

It seems desire and lust are common.

But we have to control it with a bridle.

Just ask him to look at my eyes and talk for 5 minutes.

We'll see if he controls his lust or if he pounces.

Hey, stop talking filthily.

Get up, let's go home.

Anjala, we're leaving. - Okay.

Mallika.

Hmm? -I hear some vehicle.

Is someone here to ask my hand in marriage?

Shut up and go check.

Keep nagging and ruin my sleep...

Karrupasamy!

Karuppasamy!

Wake up.

Ma, Gowri from Chettiar's house is here.

You go and get the knife to cut the umbilical cord and some castor oil.

I'll heat up some water.

Hang on, Gowri.

Valliyamma!

Valliyamma!

Sir, greetings! -Greetings.

Take her in.

Ma! - Come in.

Ma!

Hold on dear.

Hold on.

Ma, I can't!

Hold your breath,

and push. Push!

Push.

Yes, that's it.

Ma!

Hey, Valli!

Why are you shouting at this hour & calling your dead mother?

To tell her I've come drunk?

I won't drink from tomorrow.

Keep quiet and go to sleep.

Oh, God!

Malli! Hold her hand!

I can't, Ma! I'll die!

If I come drunk tomorrow, then you can die!

Now go to sleep quietly!

I can't, ma!

You can!

Try hard.

Don't lose heart.

Malli, ask your father to shut up.

He's not my father if he obliges.

You carry on.

Mallika, get the castor oil.

You wretched woman.

I'm telling you, I won't drink from tomorrow.

You're crying like a baby.

Keep quiet and go to sleep.

Gowri.

The boy looks just like you.

If the boy looks like the mother, it's good luck

Hey!

Grow up soon!

We'll get married.

Thanks a lot.

Say that to God.

He's given me the divine job of bringing life to this world.

I'm doing that.

That's all.

Sir!

Sir!

Is anyone around, sir?

Only those who walk barefoot know the worth of footwear.

Where have you gone leaving your boots unattended?

Can you hear what I'm saying?

Oh no!

Have you forsaken life, left all your belongings,

and committed suicide in the waters?

Someone's jumped into the waters!

Somebody come down and save him!

Somebody help!

Help!

Help, somebody!

Help!

Brother!

Who needs to be saved?

The one who owns these boots.

Oh, that's mine.

Yours?

So, you're alive?

Okay, but when I was shouting for so long,

couldn't you hear?

I couldn't hear because I was under water.

What were you doing under the water for so long?

'Jala Stampanam.'

To hold your breath underwater.

Oh, so you're off a warrior lineage.

You seem to know a lot.

Though there aren't eyes to watch & learn,

God's given me ears to listen & learn.

So, are you new in town?

Not just this town.

I'm new to every town I go to.

In this world that spins non-stop,

think of me as a Nomad who wants to explore every corner.

And the income to do so?

Income?

I've earned more than I'll ever need.

It felt enough.

So I packed my bags and set off.

"It felt enough?"

For the first time, I wish I could see.

Amongst the crowd that keeps wanting more,

it would've been refreshing to see someone who has had enough.

So, what's your name?

Arjunan.

Arjunan.

Arjunan who meditates underwater.

Your name?

Kannappan.

I know what you want to ask.

If someone named me or it was self-given?

Self-given.

Lord Shiva may have given back sight to Kannapar but not his eyes.

I'm naive enough to believe he'll give me those eyes if I were named after him.

As you wish, let Lord Shiva be confused by your name.

You know they say,

'one who holds a pen isn't a writer,

or one who wields a gun isn't a hunter.'

How about you?

Do you only sell these or do you know how to play?

Yes, I do.

I can't see.

I can at least listen to good music, right?

So I taught myself.

I play the instrument and take joy in it.

It sells the instrument.