Ivan Megharoopan (ഇവന്‍ മേഘരൂപന്‍)

"This is not the life story of Master poet P Kunhiraman Nair"

"But for his poetic life, this film wouldn't have been possible"

A wool of cloud floats down from the skies to wander lonely...

...through ephemeral seasons with only the rhythm of Earth in its ears.

It has no care of conventions nor does it know it's way back.

The days of spring are forgotten in the heat of summer...

...and winter draws its foggy haze over autumn.

Forgetfulness a boon and a bane.

When it blows gustily as a wind

who can hear, even if a horn is blown over the ears!

We have gathered here to felicitate

- Malayalam's dearest poet Madhavan Nair

Who received this year's Sahitya Academy Award

Our chief guest today is Sri Lakshmi Charan Mishra,

the Wordsworth of Hindi literature

We request Sri Madhavan Nair,

if he is anywhere around to come on to the dais...

Given his childlike nature, he may not come if you call him like that

Call out with proper honorifics like 'poet laureate' etc.

The honey and ambrosia of Malayalam language...

The poet laureate Sri Madhavan Nair...

If you are anywhere around,

I humbly request you to please come to the stage...

The podium sparkles with the presence of many stars...

from the literary horizon

The laurel that Madhavan Nair received...

...is an invaluable honor to Malayalam language and literature

Here he comes

The person we all have been anxiously waiting for...

Here comes our dear poet

This is my land's present for you

I understood... Don't spoil its beauty with sound...

Hindi film 'Taj Mahal' is playing here...

The show will begin soon.

Where are you going? Come back

The warmth of the homestead was abandoned

- years back in the search of the Muse...

the way back has since been lost for long!

When was the last time spent with parents and relatives?

Keep it there...

How come everyone is here?

What is the matter?

This is an auspicious occasion If you want to meet him, do it now

You can't predict when you can meet him again

Oh, who is this?!

He himself doesn't know that

If you ask me, I will say a buffalo

A stupid buffalo!

Where were you for so long?

He is a big writer! And if he stays here, writing doesn't come to him

He has to be a vagabond to write poetry

How do you manage to survive?

I am writing a book for a press in Trichur.

A text book

How much will you get? Around 2-3 Rupees a month

Yet he doesn't have money to come home

Anywhere is home for him

At least you could have written a letter

He cares a damn about his land, home and mother

He is ready to leave everything!

I have no hope that you'll come back and look after me

But your mother who bore and brought you up...

- you could have at least come to meet her

Do you remember when you left home?

Do you remember why you left that day after borrowing money from me?

She still remains unmarried...

My niece's tears are your curse...

Marrying her and working as a school teacher,

Iooking after ancestral property, couldn't you lead a peaceful life here?

He is repentant. Don't say such things and hurt him

Madhava, you come here Come and have an oil bath

It is not that we hate you We only want to see you do well.

Go now, and have a bath.

When you read his poems, tears well in one's eyes

I feel proud that I fathered such a gifted person

Except for poetry He doesn't know anything.

I hear so many things about you.

Are they all true?

Mom, don't you trust me?

You know everything. But you know nothing

When you write poetry, you can correct it

But life is not like that...

Marriage is not child's play

It can turn a rich man in to a beggar. And the other way too.

People and relatives here have the right

...to that handful of rice from your marriage.

Even the dogs, crows and ants here have that right

You should not deny them that.

Mom, won't I ever be ok?

Madhava, come here

If she agrees to it, you should conduct the marriage

That is my decision

You were talking about publishing a magazine

Have you dropped the idea or is it still on?

He lured her through black magic

I had registered a title: Samkramanam.

Nothing happened after that

If she goes off with him I will hang myself

People should have sense of honor and propriety

Instead of working for someone for a pittance bring out that magazine

Or else, I will poison her to death.

Hey, take him away from here

If the children go astray, what can one do?

I have arranged everything with the local press, you can print it there

I have also found a house on rent as office

Just a room would have been enough...

But a family can't stay in a room...

Moreover she has a child and is carrying now

Anyway it was a marriage none of us were informed about

So, don't bring her here

Whatever happened has happened

From now on, try and stand firm with the magazine and your family.

I have given Rs.2000 to your mother You can take it

This has to be corrected again It has a lot of mistakes.

Achutha, stop it...

We need someone to check the proofs. But you can solve it

I neither have the time nor patience for it.

I meant your wife.

Also, she is interested in literature and poetry.

I remember reading her poems before I read yours.

They were very good, bright poems.

Are you going to write a thesis on her poems?

Then go and print that wedding card.

Why did she stop writing?

It just stopped by itself.

I myself remembered it only when you told me...

Anyway you have a magazine of your own now

It should carry her poems.

She has talents to be a good writer, I have no doubts about it.

Poetic talent alone won't do. It should blossom into a worship.

One should sacrifice oneself to the muse.

And dissolve in it like in an orgasm.

It is not for everyone...

But if she tries, she can write good poems. Don't you think so?

Nowadays, I don't feel like writing poems.

When you get time, give a try.

We will publish it in our magazine.

But I have promised that I won't write poetry again.

To whom?

To myself.

Why did you do it?

What happened?

How did poetry stop coming?

I am glad you asked about it at least now.

How many poems did I give you?

And I waited week after week.

None of them came out in print.

Writing alone is not enough One should also be fortunate.

Then only they will get published.

It depends upon one's destiny.

I don't have such luck in anything.

I have felt like writing later too.

But I didn't.

I took a decision I won't write.

How many poems did I give you?

And I waited week after week. None of them came out in print

You are not asleep yet?

Hey, what are you doing? I can't bear this!

Get up, please...

I have seen them inside the trunk

The poems that were forgotten to be mailed

Please forgive me

It is ok

I know you've the habit of forgetting everything

Let them all be there

Somebody can publish them all posthumously

"Oh, fragrance of the night..."

"Did some invisible hands steal you too?"

"The peacock feather that slumbers over mind's tender leaves"

"turned into flowers in this lake of luminous moonlight"

"With the light of the guise of truth that went untold -"

"With the silence that blossoms thousand flowers in a glance"

"Like petals that never fade and fall"

"We, two burning wicks atop the forehead of a earthen lamp"

"Aren't we the two strings that adorn the same tiny veena?"

"The tunes that entwined to turn into a tender song of love?"

"Has the lovely charm going in search of the poet"

"Taken flight and turn into a charming swan?"

Hey, who is this? Aren't you Madhavan Nair?

Where are you coming from?

There was a festival nearby You are on the way to your room?

Nowadays, I don't see you at the temple at all

I have started a magazine With its work, I don't get time...

This is the third issue

The first two issues are with Ammini

Your poem that was in it, she knows it by heart

Ammini?

Have you forgotten her singing Ashtapadi a few years back?

Then you blessed her to do well in music and it came true

What is she doing now? She teaches music in a local school

I have written a patriotic song I want to show it to him

Not now, he will be here for a few days...

He is a poet!

Come, let us have a cup of tea

No, my house is nearby.

Here is your magazine

No. You can take it and give to Ammini

She will be very happy.

If you are not returning today, Come home for dinner

All your favorite dishes would be there...