Kala Varam Aaye

Having back-to-back dreams and speaking them out is a disorder.

Spoorthi... Spoorthi!

Rajanaidu...

Move aside, Hemanth!

Hey, Silky! Stop, man.

Hey... Stop, man.

Hey! What if it has struck me

Hey, it did not strike you, right...

Are you feeling sad?

Yes, I am feeling sad.

Still how many days?

I have been seeing you for a month.

You have been sleeping day and night, in the afternoon and evening without time sense.

You will wake up when you come into consciousness and behave foolishly.

Hey, go out and play it.

I will go. When will you come out of the depression?

What happened now?

You both met each other and fallen in love.

But it did not work out and got separated.

Daily many people are breaking up and becoming normal in 2-3 days.

But not drinking like you without knowing the difference between water and Mansion House.

Why did we come here, dude?

As you wanted to become a director and I wanted to become a music director, right?

Leaving that like this...

How many dreams you had about the passion and career?

What happened to all those dreams? - My problem is with those dreams, man.

It is those dreams, man.

Whenever I sleep, I dream something strange, some unknown people and meaningless words.

But I do not remember anything when I wake up.

When I try to memorise them, I remember Spoorthi.

I cannot forget, man. That is why I am searching for a peaceful sleep, away from all these.

Peaceful sleep? Are you planning any suicide?

I am not such a coward.

I am drinking to escape from those dreams.

I am scared that I would become mad.

It is not my choice.

It is... It is a bloody compulsion.

One will have pain after breaking up with their lover.

If the marriage gets called off after successful love...

We cannot bear that, dude.

Hey, dude. Do not worry.

When I go outside, whoever comes across me says...

Dude, do not worry. Everything will be fine.

Life should move on. When they show sympathy likewise...

I would like to shout aloud... 'what for you' and slap him once.

Oh!

But, being unable to shout at anyone...

Unable to come out of her memories...

I am staying at home, dude.

She did not care for me or marrying me for some unknown person.

What did I say on that day? - Which day, dude?

On my engagement day.

That is... on my breakup day.

I met her and asked...

Do you not like me? Or do you not like this marriage?

Sorry, Raghav. Heart operation for a small girl.

This emergency case has come when I was about to start.

Yes. You are the only doctor in such a big hospital, right...

Keep your anger aside and listen to me just for 2 minutes with patience.

What will you say?

You will give a stupid explanation how you made me a fool, right?

Sorry, Raghav. We can have our engagement tomorrow if not today.

If I do not attend the heart operation of that small girl...

If not, the other will do. Or else it will happen according to their fate.

How can you talk so selfishly, Raghav? - Shut up, Spoorthi!

Why are you shouting now? - Shouting?

I cannot stay cool by calling off the marriage for the sake of some unknown people.

Looking at you I can understand...

You have someone other than me... You bloody slut!

Okay, we will leave this here. We will go home and talk. Come.

Okay, we will leave this here.

Since then, my life is ruined.

I hate myself unknowingly.

I would like to die, man.

In addition to that, these dreams...

I cannot understand where my life has been leaded.

Hey, maybe I am not able to control your pain, but I can stop you from dreaming.

Have two pufs. Everything will be fine.

Now Silky music starts.

"Bringing the gold and dipping it in silver moonlight, draw a beautiful painting, dear..."

"Bringing the gold and dipping it in silver moonlight, draw a beautiful painting, dear"

"Collect the dreams you had all these days and give them a rare form"

"Let your thought become the painting brush Let me see the amazing painting"

"Oh, my dear! What is his name, baby"

Hey! Did you sleep? - No.

Forget everything and sleep peacefully, man.

Having dreams is not a big problem.

In the studio, the brother of a lead guitarist used to dream like you it seems.

But he used to speak out his dreams it seems.

I thought the movie is my life. - Think like that, nothing wrong.

Listen to me. - Is that it? - When he was taken to a doctor...

He said that he is suffering from a psychic disorder it seems.

I became mad.

Shouting likewise and speaking is a disorder, dude.

But your problem is nothing.

Did not you think of me for a minute? - Your dreams were stopped there itself.

My life is nothing without you. - Thanks, dude. I too thought that.

I love you - I too, dude.

Oh! Crap!

Spoorthi!

Dude, last night you were shouting and talking something.

Hey, Silky! Hey...

What is this every day?

Our owner is Don Bosco, a psychiatrist.

We have to pay the rent of 4 months, did you remember?

He goes home from the clinic daily at this time.

He will come to ask the rent at this time.

It is safe if we hide here.

Hey, did you watch the film? Kangana is looking good, right?

Call me also... - You go with your girlfriend.

Give us the way to go.

Get lost..

Give a little way. - What?

I said move aside! - What will you do? - Brother, no. Leave it.

You come. - Go!

Come on... move!

Brother, did you remember me?

Brother, how can I forget you? - When will you give the money?

Brother, I will give it on 10th. - What 10th, man?

I am speaking, right?

We will give you, brother. - If you do not give the money on 10th...

I will sell off the body parts of you both. - I will give you, brother. - Hey!

Brother, where is our Bappi Lahiri?

He might have sung somewhere and people might have chased him...

He might be running by this time.

Hey, give me a cool tea.

Dude, you will jump up if I say you one thing.

First, tell me the matter or else I will kick you.

You know producer Raghupati right? - Yes.

He is listening to stories it seems.

Why should I jump up for that?

Narrate him one of the stories which you have.

If he likes it, then you will be the director.

As you have no other option, I will become the music director.

Hey, it is been 3 years since I came...

I did not pen anything on the paper until now.

In addition to that, the latest dipression...

That will not work out. Leave it. - Hey, please.

Just once, dude. Please. - Hey! No, man.

Just once, dude. Please. Just once. Just once for me, please.

Okay. At what time?

What, bro? Are they lyrics?

Script..

Is that a love story?

Shall I narrate my story?

It is amazing one.

Hello, sir. - Yes, come in.

Come on. Sit. - Okay... okay.

Sit down. - Thank you so much, sir.

Coffee... - It is okay, sir.

New directors like you are essential for the industry.

Good films come out only if new stories and new thoughts develop.

Yes, sir. - Come on, start. - Sir...

Opening the scene... - One second.

I will switch off the phone. - Okay.

Your mood will get distracted in between. Okay? - Okay.

Now tell me. - Sir, in the opening scene...

Hero is a police, sir.

How an Indian born beggar go to America and become the police?

This is the story.

Knowing that the girl died because of the hero...

There will be a realisation in the hero, sir.

Hero came to know the greatness of the three lions seen on his head through the mother the of heroine.

Hero begs at one side of the road.

The girl begs at another side of the road.

The hero comes as the unseen 4th lion sir.

Looking at that form, heroine falls in love with hero.

Then there comes a song, sir.

A fight in the middle of that song.

I know that you would like it, sir. - Shut up!

Enough, sir.

You have been working under me for so many years...

Do you not know that you should not stop me while I am beating?

I will kill you!

I did not like him and his story too. Send him away.

Sir, second half will be more interesting.

Can you shoot if there is a gun under the table? - No.

I can shoot.

What happened? Some sound came from inside.

I narrated him a good commercial police story. - So?

He slapped me.

I said you before that he will go to America and become police, right...

Not a police but an undercover cop.

Your script...

Hello, sir. - Hi. Would you like to have coffee?

It is okay, sir. - Start the story.

If we cut it... Hero looks like a boy in the neighbour's house.

There is a village...

A father and two sons are living there.

Meanwhile, sarpanch enters the scene.

Wait...wait. Why someone as the sarpanch?

Father is the sarpanch.

Then in the pre-climax, everyone will come to know that the hero is a police officer.

As he flying high kicking the goals...

A beautiful girl smiles. If we cut there... she is the heroine.

Looking at the heroine, both the sons get attracted to her.

Sarpanch is shocked.

The mother standing beside the heroine is the second wife of sarpanch.

Yuck! This is a story and I am a director.

They are narrating all the bloody stories and I am listening to them.