Youth (யூத்)

Lord Murugan… Saraswathi…

Dear God.

My son's 10th-grade results will be out today.

He has to pass the exams.

Please shower your blessings onto this lemon.

Praveen… Praveen…

Hey, get up.

Praveen…

Wake up, Praveen.

I prayed to God and brought you lemon juice.

Please drink it.

This is my mom.

She always does something crazy.

Her name is Saroja.

Highly superstitious.

Take notes in this and study.

You will surely pass.

I told you, right?

My mom is highly superstitious.

She spent half her life doing penance.

Like all other moms,

my mom loves me a little too much.

- Hey… - Stop it.

- What are you doing, Mom? - Your penis might get struck.

Careful.

This overdose of love is a huge problem for me.

Dear… Dear…

Come on, wake up.

What do you want?

Drink this.

Why?

No, I offered a prayer for our son and made lemon juice.

He refused to drink it.

So you drink it.

If you are giving me the drink that he refused at 4:30 am…

Have I become that worthless in this house?

- Yes, of course. - What?

No…

Why waste the juice?

You drink it.

I am even ready to drink a dog's urine.

But I will never drink what you made for that dog.

This is my daddy, Unnikrishnan.

He considers himself a successful businessman.

Welcome.

Born in Kerala. Settled in Chennai.

But he has one never-ending problem in his life.

That is me.

She said that I was her world until she had our son.

But now he is her world.

Just an egg.

She wouldn't even make me an egg.

He is growing up and has to eat more.

- You are too old… - After seeing this,

don't feel sorry for my dad.

He tortures me and my mom for all of this.

Long, long, long ago…

I watched. She watched.

Love splashed.

Didn't I tell you?

He was in love with an anglo-Indian lady.

But his broken English made her say no.

Whenever he drinks…

He tortures us with his love story.

Andrea… Flushed my heart. Put the downstairs.

Straight press. Very tight press.

- Come on, Andrea. Hold my hands. - Oh, dear…

- Every night. Come, dear… Titanic. - Our son is watching.

Why should I witness all this nonsense?

Because of this torture, my dad and I are always at loggerheads.

Hey, Praveen. Hurry up.

We have to rush to the browsing center.

I came first. Check mine.

- Move, move, move… Move, lady. - Where are you rushing to?

- Why are you in a hurry? - Do I have 10 hands?

Please check, sir.

- Sir, sir, sir… Please check this. - Look around you!

So many of them are waiting.

- It's a life matter. Please check. - This is too much.

Why are you barging in like this?

- So unfair. - Why are you...

Stop! What now?

Please check. A little faster.

You might as well crawl into the screen.

- Wait! - I was trying to take a look.

- Take this. - Did he pass?

- Just leave! - Leave already!

- Go out and check. - Okay…

- Stupid questions. - Get back.

- Step aside. Oh, God! - She's pushing us.

Bless the paper.

37… 35…

36… 38… 35…

Yay!

Did your son top the school, ma'am?

No, sir.

My son has passed!

If it's 35, 36 and 37 in your 10th grade…

Then in 12th grade…

It will be 85, 86 and 87!

You will be an IAS officer, my son!

What's wrong?

I ended up as an auto driver despite scoring 70 percent per subject.

Your son is a 'Just pass' student.

Isn't this a bit too much, ma'am?

That is your fate, man.

Wait and watch.

My son will surely become an IAS officer.

Nonsense!

I know about him.

He must have failed for sure.

You wait and see.

My wife will scream "Dear" and come running towards me.

Then you will know.

Dear…

I told you, right?

Dear…

Our son is a future IAS officer.

What? An IAS?

Our son has passed his 10th grade.

He passed?!

Come here.

Congratulations!

Thanks.

We have to make a decision about his school next...

Hold on. What are his marks?

- Mark… - Yes, tell me.

The marks are not important.

- He passed... - Answer me.

- Don't tell him. - I mean…

- If we sum it up… - Then?

It comes to 200.

- Why did you tell him? - I had no choice.

Bloody dog! After scoring just around 35 in each subject,

he is showing off.

And you congratulated him for this, huh?

No more studies for him, Saro. He need not study further.

God made him pass somehow.

Ask him to join me at work in our bakery.

- Mommy! - He can at least help this man.

Are you mad?

- Our son has passed the exam... - Saro…

If you want to make him study further despite my warnings,

you can pay the fees yourself.

I won't do that.

- So, you won't do it. - No chance.

You won't make him study, huh?

Hey, come on.

I will handle it.

Even if you don't make my son study further…

I know how to do it.

SAROJA BAKERY

Hey! Come on. Let's go.

Drinking juice in this useless shop, huh?

She is the only one who trusts her son.

Even his school principal doesn't trust him.

No seat for him here.

No seat for a worthless boy like your son.

Those are harsh words, madam.

When my son joined this school for the first time,

do you remember what you said?

Your son is no ordinary child, madam.

It is the Lord himself.

Such a blessing!

He is your treasure and ours as well.

Oh no! Ma'am… I regret what I said that day.

I am sorry.

But no seat for your son, madam.

Do it, man.

Should I put this around your neck or on your hands?

Oh, God!

Ma'am…

After our marriage, we didn't have a child for many years.

We visited many temples, did penance…

And after five years...

You have been saying this for five years!

Your drama won't work today.

No seat for your son.

How did you get me a seat, Mom?

Mom!

- Let go of me, madam. - Don't do this, madam.

- Don't… - Let me drink the poison and die.

Why are you drinking it? I will drink it.

Are you mad? He is my son.

- I will drink it. - No, ma'am.

Don't drink it, madam.

You are very cunning, Mom.

Hey, we have to be like this to survive.

How else am I able to maintain your dad?

I always have a bottle with me.

- Hey, Praveen… - Yes.

I have a doubt.

Why do they always refuse to give you a seat?

I am not at fault, Mom.

I am being cornered by everyone on purpose.

Why would they corner a boy who hasn't done anything wrong?

I am telling you that I am being cornered!

If you keep talking like this, I will leave this house.

Get out!

Too much noise after just managing to scrape through.