Kannappa (కన్నప్ప)

“Hey people, listen to the story of Kaalahasthi”

“The story of Sri Kaalahasthi”

“Hey people, listen to the story of Kaalahasthi”

“The story of Sri Kaalahasthi”

“You’re blessed listening to this story or visiting the holy place”

“The dance of Lord Shiva”

“Parvathi Parameswaram”

“Hey merciful Lord bearing Ganga, blue necked Lord Shiva”

“Hey Lord Shiva, protect us”

“A devotee of Lord Shiva was born as a spider”

“He built a nest for the Lord in the temple”

“Stubborn Lord testing his devotion”

“Created a huge fire with his fiery eye”

“To save Linga from the raging fire, spider let go life by jumping in the fire”

“Shiva blessed him and gave a place in his heart”

“He added Sri at the beginning of Kaalahasthi’s name”

“Name of Lord Shiva resounded in the skies”

“Earth is blessed with the greatness of Lord Shiva”

“This is the greatness”

“This is the greatness of Shiva”

“Bless us to take your name, hey Lord Shiva”

“Hey Lord Shiva, protect us”

“A proud serpent brought the gems over its head”

“Worshipped Lord Shiva with great devotion”

“An elephant feeling to be the greatest worshipper, with its trunk”

“Pushed the gems aside and showered water”

“The serpent with a rage entered into elephant’s trunk”

“Unable to bear the pain, elephant banged its head on a rock”

“Lord liked sacrifices of elephant and the serpent”

“He gave the word ‘Kaalahasthi’ along with Sri”

“Name of Lord Shiva resounded in the skies”

“Earth is blessed with the greatness of Lord Shiva”

“This is the greatness”

“This is the greatness of Shiva”

“Bless us to take your name, hey Lord Shiva”

“Hey Lord Shiva, protect us”

Goddess Parvathi, you have won. I shall grant you a wish.

You have past wishes you still haven’t fulfilled,

Why new boons again?

Looks like Goddess Aparna is angered.

I have left wishes ungranted, you say? Tell me to whom I still owe a boon.

You said you’d raise a shrine honoring the three: the snake, spider,

and elephant – the Sri Kala Hasthi who sacrificed their lives in devotion to you.

Mother of the World, I know your heart’s desire.

Soon you will evolve as Gnana Prasoonambica in Srikalahasthi.

You'll present salvation for devotion, knowledge and eternity.

How’s that possible?

My dear…

God’s grace guides human will.

The Lord’s will entwines with man’s.

The life-expanding Vayulingam will be worshiped by all.

Where there is now dense jungle, a shrine to wisdom will arise.

A man is born..

He will transcend generations.

He will initiate the shrine’s construction…

and span the Great Ages, spreading light across the universe.

Who’s that person born with purpose, looked up by this three eyed Lord?

Hey! We got a great fruit.

Thinna, you never stop. We got a ripe fruit!

Kethu pointed it out and asked for it. I hit it for him. Give it to Kethu.

Kothi kommacchi jingora jinga. Jingora Jinga.

-Thinna, my chain! -What happened, Kethu?

Let’s go to the carnival! Hurry up! It’s starting!

Shambhaa...

Shambha. Shambha. Shambha!

Shambha. Shambha. Shambha! Goddess possessed again.

Maremma madam! What is The Goddess saying?

Mother asks that we sacrifice one person to end the deaths in our hamlet.

Mother says to let go a hundred lives in return for one sacrifice.

Another human sacrifice?

Hey! I think you mean, we will return the life Devi gave him back to her?

Do you want Devi’s wrath or her blessings?

Blessings, Mother.

In the sacrificial temple of Bijja bali: thunga!

Thunga! Sacrifice! Sacrifice!

Bless us, mother!

Thunga! Thunga!

Look! This is the eye ammori.

Whoever this eye catches a glimpse of must be sacrificed.

It’s been the ritual for generations.

Goddess!

Goddess!

-Thinna! -What? -Stop, man.

-Shambha... Shambha… -Have Mercy Mother! I beg you at your feet.

I can't watch my son being sacrificed. Instead, kill me and give him life.

Stop...

His life is no longer his.

He will be sacrificed for the sake of the village. Let go!

Sacrifice. Sacrifice. Sacrifice…

Kethu…

Sacrifice. Sacrifice. Sacrifice…

Father! What are they doing to Kethu?

Your mother fell victim to the fever that spread throughout the village.

We believe this sacrifice will help stop the dying.

Show respect.

Sacrifice? You mean they’ll kill Kethu?

Shambha..

-Thinna.. -Thinna, stop!

Kethu!

Sacrifice… Sacrifice… Sacrifice…

Sacrifice… Sacrifice… Sacrifice…

Sacrifice… Sacrifice… Sacrifice…

-Kethu! -Sacrifice… Sacrifice…

Shambha… Shambha… Shambha…

Shambha… Shambha… Shambha…

Shambha… Shambha… Shambha…

This is not God. It’s nothing but a rock!

Only stone!

There’s no God, father.

-That’s just a stone. -Thinna stop!

-There’s no God. -Thinna…

-That’s just a stone. -Thinna stop! Wait!

Mother... You said that God saves people's lives.

What's that, mother? He took away Kethu’s life.

There is no God, Ma. It’s just a stone.

It’s just a stone.

Thinna… Thinna…

Don’t say that Thinna. It’s wrong.

You can speak against humans but not against God.

There’s no God, Father. If he were here I would kill him!

I would kill him!

No, Thinna…

Why are you so happy, God of gods?

He threw a stone, not a bilva leaf.

When he thinks of me and throws even a stone...

that feels like a bilva leaf for me, Bhavani.

You think an atheist like him is going to worship you?

Change is part of nature, Devi.

I know Thinnadu exists, and eventually he’ll realize I do too.

Look at the stone thrown by Thinna in anger, Devi.

My cutie...

Help! My baby! An eagle carried off my baby!

Please help!

My baby!

Thinna.

Hey! Thinna.

Thinna!

My baby!

Here! Your child is safe. Don't you worry.

You restored my child and my life to me, Thinna.

-You are a god to us! -No! Not that! -Ganga!

Ammoru saved your child, not Thinnadu.

I, a human, saved its life.

If it were up to that rock, we would’ve had to give him a sacrifice.

I will protect all children. That’s my vow!

Thinnadu's vow!

-Chief! -Yes! -Tell us tales of Thinnadu.

Listen, I’ll tell.

His birth is a story all its own.

Mother Forest, his teacher, taught him the art of the hunt.

His vision seems ordinary, like any of ours,

but it is keen and sharp.

He went to pick mountain flowers… on his way back, he encountered a tiger.

Thinna was just six years old, but he wasn’t scared.

He picked up a nearby spear.

The tiger stared at him.

Thinnadu returned the gaze.

Just before the tiger pounced, he thrust the spear into as into

a mound of red clay.

That was all it took—the spear sank right into the tiger's throat.

So, I made a bow for him out of a rib from the tiger he’d slain.

I crafted arrows from the horns of a spotted deer.

His hunt started in childhood, and still continues.

Sir! How many times will you bore them with the same tale every day?

How many times will you repeat the same story?

Your story always feels fresh no matter how many times I tell it.

Yes.

That's fine, let’s go to sleep. It’s already late in the night.

Just one more little story.

-Father, let's go. -Mallu, you tell.

Ok, move on!

We got to narrate such warriors' tales to the children.

Why are we not getting anyt hunt today?

You take that side and I’ll go here.

-Ok? -OK!

Who are you? I don’t think you’re from our Village.

Don’t just stand there like a tree trunk.

Can’t you speak?

Deaf? Arrogant?

Nemali, I caught a rabbit! Come see!

Thinna, I bagged the deer!...

Thinna!

Thinna!

What’s with you?

A stunning girl captivated me. She appeared and then vanished.

Disappeared, means... Probably a ghost!

My Lovely Ghost.

Who are you? Why are you coming without permission?

What’s all this bending?

What is it like to be welcomed with swords by the teacher? Isn't that strange?

Tsk, tsk, tsk.

Who are you people?

We are the worthies who have come from the banks of Swarnamukhi river to civilize you..

Oh!

We came here on the invitation of this Hamlet’s Queen.

Honored gentlemen, greetings.

Greetings..

This is my colleague, Srimaan chowdeshwarappa garu.

And my colleague, Sriyutha kankubatteswara garu.

Masters, This is our daughter, Nemali.