Daredevil Musthafa

Over 50 years ago, in the year 1972,

Karnataka's well-known writer Poochante's compilation of short stories,

'Abachurina Post Office' was published.

'Daredevil Mustafa' is a short story from the collection

on which this feature film is based on.

Based on the structure of the short story;

certain characters, locations and sequences have been created in accordance with the visual medium.

This is entirely fictitious.

The circumstances, mischief, fights and rifts portrayed in the film fall under the purview of the story.

The film-makers do not intend to generalise or target any particular community or person.

Sir, one last question.

When you look at children, college-going kids and the youth of today. What do you think?

Sometimes I feel that they have a great future.

But when I see them being on the forefront of communal activities or violence...

Sometimes it makes me wonder if they really do have a future.

Mother, let me comb it myself.

No way! I'm a college student now.

I'm off to college!

Our Ramanju quit milk a few days ago.

Here he is! Stepping into college already.

As long as he doesn't stray away.

College has begun and so has his shenanigans.

May you have a long life.

Look at him carry a single notebook like they do in movies.

It's okay if you don't fall at my feet...

Please get my 'Ramakoti' chant book bounded by cardboard.

Grandma, can I get it done on another day?

Okay.

Seena's here. - He's here.

Pulakeshi, come along.

First day of college has begun, but why isn't anyone here to have fun?

Smashies time!

You!

Useless bugger! Him and smashies.

You startled me.

What did you have for breakfast? - Leave me alone.

Smashies time!

Freaking hell! You moron!

It's burning.

Enough of these smashies.

I call it off.

We're now college students.

Smashies were meant for school.

No more smashies.

No more smashies?

You started it and you want to end it already?

Of course I started the bet happily.

But have I done it even once?

It's been you guys all the time.

Wait! The Iyengari-Pulakeshi duo are next.

They will do it next. - Come on now.

Where's Iyengari? Where's Pukleshi? - They're not here.

Smashies time, fatso!

Argh! Aren't you aware that we're not doing Smashies any more?

No more Smashies? Since when?

What the hell!

Wait! No more Smashies!

Bugger off! Smashies are for kids.

We're now in college.

You're right, Iyengari.

They've whacked my thighs until it turned into a red papaya!

Greetings Sir!

You're freshers, right? - Yes, Sir.

Are those thighs or Chinese lanterns?

You're still wearing shorts.

From tomorrow, you'll wear pants to college.

I... I will sir.

I wore pants in the 4th grade itself.

Everyone's at the orientation program.

Do you plan to stray around?

Get going now.

Smashies! - Ouch!

How dare you hit me?!

Let me go!

FOR THE FIRST TIME EVER, THE FANS OF A WRITER HAVE PRODUCED A FILM

We welcome you to the orientation ceremony.

Pulli, the cat has passed too.

Enough looking around.

Ramamani joined the Sahyadri college.

What?! Really?! - Quit it!

I've seen her completing the admission procedure with her father.

We now have Miss. Ramamani, a fresher of our college chanting the prayers.

Didn't I tell you?

As if she's the only Ramamani in the entire town?

It could be someone else.

Guys! There she is! Our Ramamani!

Shankara!

Sit down! You loafer!

Listen to her sing and enjoy.

Can't believe Ramamani joined our college.

Irrespective of that...

Do you think she'll fall in love with you?

Love?!

Woah!

Once more! - A standing ovation! Woah!

You go on, child.

Sit down guys. - Let her sing more.

Silence!

All hail the nightingale, Ramamani! - Hurrah!

Silence!

Dear students, we've assembled to welcome freshers.

I'll finish my speech in two sentences.

Thy who is uneducated, is as unpleasant as a vulture prying over a ruined town, Sarvagna

It is believed that an educated person moves past barbarism and towards humanity.

Get back inside!

Guys! What's that? - What is what?

Everyone's sleeping right? He's no different.

Not him. The thing next to him in red.

You won't be able to eat it. Let it go.

But it looks very familiar. I just can't place it.

That is a gas cylinder.

You can cook with it.

When I went to Mudigere, I saw it at my uncle's place.

But why is it kept here?

Youth power is the ultimate power.

Youth power is like raging fire.

The connection between fire and smoke is...

Just like summer made way to monsoon turning the Malenaadu into a muddy pit.

All of us graduating Metric to join Junior college felt like getting a lunatic married.

Every step led to a disaster and everything we did led to a mess.

Quarrels and Clamour.

Our village is called Abachuru.

Our village bordered the Malenaadu.

Neither did it come under a village council nor under a municipality council.

Think of it as a small town in between.

Our town's Ranga Vilas' Laddoo, Bhattru hotel's dosae.

It was beyond famous across neighboring towns.

Not to forget the communal violence during every year's Ganesha Chaturthi rituals.

Ganesha's send off wouldn't happen without a Hindu-Muslim clash.

Never mind it! It's an annual affair.

But last year, the clash went beyond control almost prompting

the Reserve police to come from Chikkamagaluru.

The sole reason for it was the eloping of Rafiq and Mahalakshmi.

Push came to shove to our uncontrollable villagers.

Right when the ambers were still burning under the sand, we joined Junior college.

College brought an uncontrollable desire to interact with girls.

But even if they came close, our heart would flutter away.

We had to butter up the lecturers, but they were a mixed bag.

Seebayya, our Principal who refused to step out without his safari suit.

Also, there's the incoherently blabbering Lecturer Dammanagi.

Despite retiring and turning into history himself, there was our history lecturer

...who came to college to teach every day, Mr. Rangadhamayya.

There's Sarpabhushana, the Kannada lecturer who quit the Mutt to stay at home.

Amidst them all was English lecturer, OSK.

Without whom college would've been unbearable.

You hear the man ringing the bell?

He's Peon Adinarayana.

If you press your ears to the window, one could hear Cricket commentary from his radio.

All these wild, colourful characters lived in the Abachuru Government Junior College.

The college was in a British era building.

There you go. The classes have begun!

The idiots, morons and donkeys have all assembled here.

Shouting at all of you every day, my throat's gone to the dogs.

Iyengari, what is the lecturer having?

Senior citizens require hot water.

Nope. They need tonic.

They'll need buttermilk. - Present, sir.

Are you guys this dumb?! Good Lord!

That is the elixir. Wanna bet?

Raghavendra? - Present sir.

Ramanuja Iyengar? - Sir, I'm here.

Ramamani? - Yes, sir.

Sit down, Iyengari.

Sampath Kumar? - Yes, sir.

Shankar Shetty? - Present sir.

Varade Gowda? - I'm right here, sir.

Ja... Nu...

What is this?! Erm!

Ja.. Du.. Da..

Jambhava.

Ja... Jaya.

Jammo! - What the hell is this?!

The name starts at Abachuru and ends in Kesaruru.

Let me get hold of Adinarayana.

Ja... a.

Eureka!

Jayamala Damayanti Sena!

Silence! Speak up!

When was Akbar born?

When did Babar die?

When did Vasco Da Gama come to India?

When did Gandhiji go to England? - Sir!

Go on! Tell us.

You forgot my name, sir.

Your head. Brat!

Sir...

Can't find four letters in that puny brain.

All you can do is snigger like a broken door knob.

Sir! - Shut up!

We think we can teach buggers like you.

Wastrels!

Uncouth!

I can't believe I got stuck with students like you.

My ill-fate is to blame.

Sir, I am Pulakeshi.

You forgot to call out my name in the roll.

Good for nothing!

There he goes! - But sir...

Where is that idiot Adinarayana?

I will use him as a sacrifice.