Youth (யூத்)

Good omen.

Thanks to Thee, Lord! My only daughter is marrying my sister's son.

So no question of giving away dowry, no cribbing over trivial matters.

No problems at all. So don't think I have forgotten You.

Bless me. This wedding must take place in style.

Where is he? - Parvati...

Where were you? - Welcoming a V.I.P.

Who...? - The Lord.

You should be welcoming the guests instead. Always upto mischief!

Give these flowers to the priest. - Very well.

Hurry up, folks.

Welcome. Tasted the brunch? - Twice.

Twice...? - Once, I tasted the semolina.

And I checked the rice. - We ate once again to confirm.

Nice. Stay on for lunch. - We won't disappoint you.

Welcome. Your presence is enough. Why the wedding gift?

Not a wedding gift. I brought this to carry food for my wife and kids.

The auspicious moment is at hand, call the bridegroom.

Where have you been? Forget it, get to work.

Where's Shiva? Can't find him. - I'm looking too. Where's Shiva?

Never smelt anything so delicious in my 20 years of cooking for weddings.

Not only the right spices, cooking is also sleight of the hand.

Followed?

Shiva, it's time for the wedding, and you're cooking? Come on.

Am I not a renowned cook? People have come with high expectations.

I can't dishearten them. That is precisely why I'm cooking myself.

Cooking will wait, the wedding won't. - Goodness! Easy on the salt!

Fetch the bride.

Your bride is missing.

If you're shortsighted, wear glasses. - You're never serious. Read this.

Wedding is a duty for the parents. For a girl, it's a dream.

Just to fulfill others' duty, I'm not willing to sacrifice my dream.

I don't fancy a doctor or an engineer.

Neither a cook. I'm leaving. Forgive me... Aruna.

Shiva's bride ran from the wedding altar.

I knew she'd elope. - You knew?

Bad character. Had an eye for me too. - Really?

Fibbing? Bloody pauper! First give me the 120 bucks you owe me.

I set the shop up for him, and he asks me money. Incorrigible...

What happened to you, mustn't happen to anyone. May God give you courage.

But this humiliation is intolerable, even I can't take it.

Take it. - What for?

If it's so intolerable for you, buy yourself poison.

Your bride eloped. Why should I die? - Point! She didn't want to marry...

so she ran. Why must I feel sorry? - What are you talking?

Whom did you vote for? - The opposition.

You think your vote makes any difference to the Prime Minister?

Sarvana, come here. - Yes?

He worships Lord Murugan, you worship Hanuman and I worship actor Rajnikanth.

In Gods too, we make choices, and I'm only a mere mortal.

So it's no surprise that Aruna doesn't like me. That's her problem, not mine.

So why should I bother? Now tell me, it's my worry or Aruna's?

Certainly Aruna's. - Right. Besides, bitching around...

doesn't pay you much. Do something worthwhile, will you?

Well, where's Shanmugam, your friend? - That wastrel is out of town, busy.

Your wife eloped with him. - He's one step ahead of me!

Kidding, eh?

So you're taking him away with you? - Yes Father.

It'll be a change for Shiva. Catering studies has labelled him a cook here.

In Chennai, at five-star hotels he'll be called a chef.

Besides, he'll start life afresh. - Bye.

I reared him lovingly, educated him ...then I put him to such shame!

Lord!

Why do you think it's a shame? Without a worry for your daughter...

you think about my humiliation... that's the love you and I share, uncle.

Had the wedding taken place, I'd have become your son-in-law.

But I was destined to be your son. I must leave now.

Should you stay, we'd be happy. - No uncle. Everytime you'll see me...

you'll feel sorry for me. If I'm away for sometime, you'll forget the past.

Good Lord! Kartha Kandaswamy is here! - Kandaswamy? Kandaswamy is here. Run!

Run, else he'll kill us.

You know what they call you, boss? - What?

Kartha Kandaswamy. - Everyone runs scared on seeing.

Can't help it. I preach morals and ethics. I'm bound to be opposed.

What if they stone you? - Use those stones to build houses.

If they throw eggs? - Learn to make half-boiled eggs.

Tomatoes? - Care a damn, and surge ahead.

Stop. Boys, come here.

They breed, throw babies away, and lock themselves in breeding another.

Sick hair! If you leave them like this, they're bound to be diseased.

Then, they'll scratch the scalps sick. - So what's your advice?

Food for thought. Get the scissors!

Give me your hair! - Kandaswamy, the philanthropist.

Hey! Someone is shaving off our children's locks.

Now! You look like human babies. - Sinner! The locks...

were supposed to be offerings to God. - Offerings to God!

It's a sin against God. - What's that?

Sin against God! - How could you crop the hairs...

meant to be offerings to our Deity? We're not sparing you!

Hairs as offerings...? - I'll carve you!

You live in this big house? - The owner is my friend.

He works in America, so he asked us to stay and safeguard the house. Come.

Come on in.

Who is this? - Shiva.

A friend. Welcome. - Who is this fossil?

Not fossil, this is my name. - What's this?

He is Potachi. He does the cooking and everything.

Hi Prabhu. Sorry, I couldn't make it to your sister's wedding. Who is he?

You came alone? And your wife? - My wedding didn't take place.

Why? - She didn't want to marry a cook.

Hey, stop it... enough.

Never mind. - Where's Kandaswamy?

Hey human, words are my prayers, and pen is my God.

Whose words are those? - Mine, just scripted it.

What's that? - Got to write more codes of conduct.

So I went searching for this. By the way, I know much about you.

You have my heartfelt sympathies. - For the wedding that didn't happen?

No, for coming to Chennai. Village bums head for the city for no reasons.

Shouldn't one come here? - Can. What d'you know about Chennai?

What do I need to know? - Water tankers here don't have brakes.

Garbage trucks don't have shutters. There's hardly anyone...

who doesn't chew and spit tobacco. Railway platforms have no inclines.

Well, now that you're here, watch some memorials, a movie...

and catch the evening bus back home. Don't plan to stay put here. Else...

life will become a problem. - Go, prepare for your 10am interview.

Big one. How'll you sharpen it? - Inside the grinder, I'll shove it.

Sinner!

Coming. - Never be late for interviews, Shiva.

You can afford to be late if you have a job in hand.

Relax.

This is my book-stall. - Amazing! Book-stall inside a hotel?

It takes half-hour for them to serve. In the meantime you can finish a book.

Is Rani here? - Yes.

Girls too...? - He's asking for the magazine Rani.

One magazine Rani.

You'll ruin my business. Go on for your interview.

I did it on purpose. That's my style.

Sir, I've come for the interview. My certificates.

Surprise! - You mean my certificates, sir?

No. Young guys like you prefer to become doctors and engineers.

And you have done Phd. in Home Science.

Doctors and engineers retire someday, but the cook and the stomach never.

That's why I chose to study this. - A modern perception?

First question. Who's the best cook in the world?

Our mothers. - How can you prove it?

When we were babies, they fed us their own blood in the form of milk.

Others feed us too, but only mothers can feed with love and affection.

Our boss' daughter sent him. The next candidate has been recommended...

by the boss himself. - You always delay. Out now!

He's giving me good answers. How to confuse him...?

If the order is for 200 people, how much would you cook for?

200, and that too delicious. Going by your quality 50 is enough to feed 200.

Cook, you crack jokes too? - Yes, like taxes added to the bills.

Isn't this guy one up on me?

One last question.

Why must I employ you?

Because you can't cook.

Get up... up!

For all those questions you've been asking, can I ask you just one?

Go ahead.

You look like the pumpkin that is hung outside to ward off evil eyes. Why so?

I'm flattered. Thank you. - Pumpkin and you, worthless!

Success will find me.

Success? - Circus! That guy is a ringmaster.

No job, confirmed. Right? Then why are you smiling?

Success brings smile. He who smiles even in failures is the real man.

We have a great man here. Who's he? - Shiva. My relative.

Make it fast.

Nice. - Why not when it comes for 300?

Bad. - You just said nice.

Bad price. - Not for sale anyway.

Then why is it on display? - I'm using it.

Doesn't look good on you. Not everything suits everyone.

He drinks as if he has never had it. I told you not to bring the fool along.

Can't you drink it properly? - Drink!

Is it Valentine's Day? - No, Matching Day.

What's that? - Meeting of the uncared for.

Implying? - Stags and single girls...

meet to fall in love and ruin themselves. That's Matching Day.

He's down. Get up... you're okay.

Moron! Wanted to die under the jeep? - I only tried to save the rose.

I want to give it to my lover. - Wilted rose? How long will you...

continue to give only roses to your lovers? Why not cauliflowers?

If not your girl, her mother... - Hey!

Her mother will cook it for the girl is what I meant.

You just missed being called a dead man, and saved the girl's condolences.

Go on. They won't even let me drink a beer in peace.

Wasn't she vending vegetables? - Shut up!

Well, she has turned a model now. Look at this chap.

Hey, what is it? - No girl turns to look back at me.

Can't help it, my personality is such. - Inferiority complex, eh?

Not in the body, personality is all in the mind.

One's self-confidence is his real personality. Never lose it.

If you have the confidence, you'll never lose your goal.

For legendary lovers Laila and Majnu the camel was the media.

The mouse is my modern lover, and the media is in hundreds.

At a click of the mouse, I'm connected to the Heart-net.

Old time love is rare like a ruby.

Modern love is like a fiery volcano.

Adam started it...

he ate the apple, and when passions rose...

kindled the fire in Eve's heart...

and made her sway in intoxication.

Adam, Eve's lover and our godfather.

So don't bother, and enjoy.

Making love is no sin, in any case no man is clean.

Lovers die, but love is everlasting.

For legendary lovers Laila and Majnu the camel was the media.

Students make love in the city-bus.

Ministers make love in the airbus.