Matsya Kaand

Vimal presents Matsya Kaand.

CENTRAL JAIL, NEW DELHI

Name?

Matsya.

Full name?

Matsya Thada.

Matsya?

Your name sounds sacred.

And your deeds are immoral!

Any marks on the body?

Write...

There's a burn mark on his right hand.

Can't you see it?

What did you do?

Let me go!

We made a big mistake.

We should have killed you and your mother

when we killed your father.

Don't worry, sir.

I'll thrash him and cool down his burning rage,

and that's my promise to you. Yes.

And I guarantee you

that he won't be released from here.

Only his dead body will leave this place.

Hello.

It's me.

I'll tell you how I got out later.

First, do what you're told.

- Hello. - Mom.

Matsya!

He thrashed you so badly!

You're in this condition because of him!

Why do you still support that scoundrel, mom?

I can't bear to see you in this condition.

That's why I blew up the petrol station.

I'll blow him up too!

Whatever I must do for you, mom...

- I'll do it. - If you really cared about me,

you would have stayed with me.

I told you to control your anger.

You've closed all paths to freedom, Matsya!

Mom, why do you say that?

Who are you talking to?

Get lost!

Hello.

If you lay a finger on my mother...

Last time, you got away.

But this time, you won't.

I won't hit her.

But don't call us again

or try to come back into our lives.

Otherwise, I'll free her from this wretched life.

O mighty one with many mouths and eyes,

one with many arms, feet, bellies

and frightening teeth,

I and everyone else are afraid of You.

That means Vishwaroopa...

Lord Krishna's divine form...

That is his cosmic form.

On the first day of the Mahabharata war, Arjuna faced a strange dilemma.

He couldn't get himself to attack his own kin.

Lord Krishna appeared before him in his Vishwaroopa and said,

"Look, Arjuna. I am the all-encompassing being.

And it is our moral duty to save this world.

So, you must fight this war

to put an end to injustice and establish a moral code."

Upon seeing Lord Krishna's Vishwaroopa,

Arjuna's eyes lit up with the resolve for victory,

and he vowed to win the war of the Mahabharata.

Yesterday, we thrashed you.

Today, you must clean up the place. Come on.

Sir, my mother has died.

I'd really appreciate parole...

Your mother is dead. She won't come back.

But my beard grows every day. Who will shave it?

You've closed all paths to freedom, Matsya!

What have you done, son?

I won't ever be able to see you!

You've collapsed all bridges, Matsya!

The path closed because of me, right?

I will open it too.

- Where is Abbas? - Abbas sir is over there.

Anand sent me here.

You owe Anand money.

I've come here to collect it.

Is this a charity?

I won't give you money.

He thinks we'd give money to such clowns.

There was another man like you

who refused to return Anand's money.

Aziz Ansari.

He was killed.

Who killed him?

What did they do to his body?

I can't tell you the details.

But I can surely tell you...

Enough.

That the blood in this bottle

is Aziz Ansari's.

Oh my God!

Are you crazy, you asshole?

- What have you done? - Ten minutes.

If I don't call Anand within ten minutes,

he'll call the police.

The police will be here in five minutes.

And in 15 minutes...

Even if you wipe the floor with your ass,

you won't be able to clean up the blood.

Police dogs have a keen sense of smell.

They'll sniff this blood

and recognise that it's Aziz Ansari's,

and that you're responsible for his death.

Don't worry.

Over the first call, Anand told them only the name of this locality.

He'll tell them your address over the second call.

The decision is up to you, Abbas.

Money

or the police?

It was the thirteenth day of the war of Mahabharata.

To defeat the Pandavas,

the Kauravas arranged their soldiers in a tactical formation resembling a vortex.

The Chakravyuha.

It looked impenetrable just like our jail.

And Abhimanyu took on the responsibility of breaking the Chakravyuha.

Abhimanyu, son of Arjuna

who was young but ingenious and brave,

had learnt the art of penetrating the Chakravyuha

in his mother's womb.

So, with unshakeable resolve, Abhimanyu leapt into the Chakravyuha.

Before the Pandavas could appoint a brave warrior

to penetrate the Chakravyuha,

Abhimanyu asked for permission to penetrate the Chakravyuha.

He wanted to prove

that despite his young age, he was as skilled as anyone else.

Abhimanyu was eager.

He was willing to risk his life for his family.

Abhimanyu decided

that he'd study the Chakravyuha first,

enter the battlefield only when he was fully prepared,

and only at the right time and the right place

would he penetrate the Chakravyuha.

- I'm giving you half a pill. - Okay.

If you take the whole pill, you'll sleep the whole day.

After studying the arrangement of the Chakravyuha,

Abhimanyu was fully prepared.

He sought everyone's blessings

and entered the Chakravyuha devised by the cunning Kauravas.

The mighty Kauravas versus the young warrior Abhimanyu.

One by one, he penetrated the layers of the Chakravyuha and proceeded.

CENTRAL JAIL

Hello.

Huh? What happened? He broke his bone!

How many times have I asked you

not to let him ride the bicycle alone?

But you never listen to me! I'm coming home.

Move, you fool!

Bring my bag!

Abhimanyu kept a close watch on every soldier.

As he neared victory, his eyes were full of faith of achieving his objective.

It seemed as if he had exhausted all his skills into penetrating this trap.

Put it in the back seat and get lost!

Listen, take me home fast.

After thorough preparation, it was time for Abhimanyu

to penetrate the Chakravyuha and achieve his objective.

Abhimanyu advanced through the layers of the Chakravyuha .

His goal was within his reach

and as he neared victory, his eyes glinted with excitement.

It seemed as if he had applied every speck of bravery he had

in penetrating the labyrinth.

Whoever faced him was slain with his sword.

Hey, Shakeel!

Sir.

Hey pretty boy,

will you give me a massage?

Hail Lord Mahadev!

Hail Lord Mahadev!

Hail Lord Mahadev!

Hail Shankar Shambhu!

Hail Lord Mahadev!

Hail Lord Mahadev!

- Sir... - What is this?

Sir, I brought you this offering from the Mahashivratri Puja.

BHAVANI SINGH, JAILER

Sir.

Brijesh has diarrhoea.

He has asked you to drive. Here's the key, sir.

Abhimanyu had entered the Chakravyuha.

But he couldn't find a way out of it.

Despite his intelligence and might,

he was stuck in the the Chakravyuha because of incomplete knowledge.

He was surrounded by the ruthless army of the Kauravas.

A child had entered the impenetrable Chakravyuha

and challenged the Kauravas.

The Kauravas couldn't tolerate this insult,

and they pounced on him.

How dare you shave Bhavani Singh's moustache?

Motherfucker, you'll rot in this jail for the rest of your life.

How dare you shave off my moustache?

Motherfucker!

The Pandavas won the war.