Manjadikuru (മഞ്ചാടിക്കുരു)

People often ask me where I come from.

I tell them the name of the tiny village somewhere in the backwoods of Kerala.

I was not born in this area, has not grown and do not live there.

But I belong to this land, it belongs to me.

The roots of hope for the earth.

Wood relies on the roots.

Sheet relies on a tree.

Green fetus relies on the sheet.

Ripe fruit relies on green fruit.

Seeds of hope for ripe fruit.

Land trusts in seeds.

Transfer film Oksanchic

In this country, never better not be.

The roots of trees on the road.

Everything must be cut down and asphalt.

How did Dubai.

To get the spare tire should be replaced.

Harry!

Harry? - Yes

What are you doing? Come here.

What is it, dear?

You udumal it? Hurry get in the car!

So what?

Is not that was my first job abroad?

Terminate vary pozority!

Get in the car, he would.

Good.

Who are they?

Daughter and son-in-law of Kaustubamov.

Oh!

From Dubai.

Just because you've been a mechanic in Dubai ..

... You tell them to be wherever did not go?

I just checked the bus.

It is the job of the driver, not yours, right?

Okay - How can you be so stupid ?!

The Daughter and son-in-law is my mom and dad.

I was one among their countless luggage.

Their only son.

Almost 11-year-old. Vicky.

Viki!

Come on, get in the car!

Our arrival in this small village was a great event.

Many years ago there was a very different era.

Before Kerala has become a country of the gods.

Without modern television series, traffic jams ..

... Elections and voting, mobile phones.

It was Kerala, which was not even ice cream!

Sudzha, we got to your house.

Sudzha I otnesu luggage.

Kaustubam where my mother was born.

The political capital of our family.

The family is big. 4 daughters and 2 sons.

Girl!

Yes? Postoronisy!

When I visited once a year here ..

... There were only grandparents.

And this luxury home.

But this time it was different.

I was not with him in his last moments, sister!

Please calm down, Sugi.

Father! Why did you leave us?

Lord! I can not bear this suffering.

Father, wake up! Here I am, your darling daughter.

Pull yourself together, Sugi.

What's he doing here?

He left us many years ago.

Who let him in?

Raghu, do not go there now. Please do not make a scene.

At least not at the funeral of his father.

It is better to tell him.

He is now nothing to do here.

Go, go.

It was my mother's older brother.

Rebel-Naxalite, who left his house.

Nobody expected that he would ever come back.

Who are we?

I - Vicky.

Son Sujata.

The one from America?

No, this Dubai are massive, right?

No one showed up here while he was ill.

But although all came to the funeral.

Do you remember your aunt Sheila?

You had breakfast?

No.

The girl?

Please bring him breakfast.

Mom, I do not want to!

At least drink some milk, baby.

During mourning all non-vegetarian food is prohibited.

I have a child or something to get me milk-fed?

Tasteless food, seasoned with silly traditions.

The house's funeral. The girl, be quiet.

Stop making me hungry!

So I get ready for exams like the devil!

Well, why is it so?

How are you, my child?

All came to the funeral?

Almost all.

You know that our uncle and his son Balu live here.

Have you heard?

Our older brother showed up after 10 years!

Kto? Murals?

Yes!

The one who escaped to become a Naxalite.

Hush! It is not for the ears of outsiders.

My husband comes from Delhi.

He has a meeting with the governor, so he was a little delayed.

It is not easy to find the time when you're a government official.

And what about the others?

Sujata and her husband had just arrived from Dubai.

Then there was Sheila, she works as a teacher in Madras.

But her husband, she is unemployed.

So they could with the baby arrive early.

More Raghu, he lives next door.

The youngest, Sudha, lives in America.

She just called and said that he would come tomorrow.

Raghu is the one that has filed a lawsuit against your father?

It is true that he sued ..

It's time to gossip?

Girl, please, carry away the glasses.

Ammu! - I'm coming!

I'll be back soon.

Maybe they do not like to hear it, ..

... But we came here only to fight for the house.

They took her!

My father, my uncle came from Unni Delhi.

Unni came.

My daughter, my father arrived.

Hey!

She is mine.

She is mine.

You know who I am?

Ask around and around you will know who is Kannan.

Brother?

What is it, sister?

What's the matter?

It's my machine.

Who said that?

Unless it says your name?

You stole my car!

Disappear! I did not steal any machines.

You're a thief! I'll tell my mother!

My brother was not a thief.

Keep your car.

Just I wanted to see how it works.

Go sissy.

You must have these toys stole.

Hey, I swear by the gods and tell me ..

... You like to share your machine, if I asked?

No! Never!

So why ask?

Sugi, please, can I go to bed?

Not until you can wash a face mask!

What is it, Vicki? What kind of dirty socks!

Did not I tell you not to go out without shoes?

Like some kind of redneck!

Mummy ..

Who are the boy with the girl?

Which?

Who live in a small house.

You mean the house that for the thickets?

Vicki, do not communicate with them.

They are children of Raghu.

Useless bunch.

He sweetly singing, talking with his sister, so he went to the wrong house.

And with me to snap continues.

What?

Viki, aber nee

Vicki shut suitcase she takes something.

Thief.

These clothes have to be washed.

Not to spoil things! The fabric is very soft.

Bury.

That sad sack. Go already.

My mother, she understands you.

These children hardly understand their native language.

Hari, to lay the sheets.

I'm too tired.

I'm so much your bags today dragged.

Please Sudzha.

Hey!

What?

No

Please

Take

My name is Vicki, and you?

Girl!

Ida.

Girl!

Not a girl.

And Rog.

Rog, how old are you?

Twelve.

How old are you?

Ten

Girl! - Yes!

Where the hell is this girl ?!

No one that night could not sleep.