Sevanthi Sevanthi

CBFC

I bow before crores of Kannadigas.

Folklore is the wealth of our land.

Folksongs are the life line of this soil.

Nobody knows about their writers.

The folklore not only enriched our culture but...

extended the richness of the culture beyond boundaries.

Some of these songs which are as beautiful as a...

newly wed bride and brought glory to Karnataka...

have been adopted in my movie on the Suvarana Karnataka celebration.

I dedicate this movie with all humility.

Yours, S. Narayan.

Why are you angry with us, My God?

This land hasnít seen rain since three years.

Livestock doesnít have water to drink.

We havenít grown any grains.

Poor donít have enough to eat.

Is it right on your part to get angry on your children?

To whom should we address our problems?

We will celebrate the festival in the village only if you shower us with...

rains, otherwise not even if you get angry about that.

Sing.

If you donít sing then I will punish you.

I will stop your payments also.

Why are you bothering them? Leave them.

Father, look, they stopped singing when they saw me.

Tell them to sing now, father.

They wonít sing when we are here but...

will sing only when they are happy.

We should listen to them singing while in hiding.

How can they sing when we are here?

Should I start singing?

I have some work at home. Iíll leave.

I am a good singer. Stop.

I know that my dear.

Mother, I shall also come.

Sevanti...

Mother, Iím also coming.

Nobody is ready to listen. Itís okay, I shall not sing.

Make way.

Cauvery, why are you adamant?

Give me milk, mother.

Kamli.

What is it?

You come here.

He wonít allow me to work properly all day.

What is it?

Kamli, Cauvery is refusing to give milk.

It wonít even urinate if it sees you. Give that to me.

Did you see?

Today I feel gratified to have married Kansahalli Krishnappaís daughter.

Why?

Because Cauvery gave milk only when you sang and...

you handing over that milk bucket to me.

You inherited it from your father and your son from you.

How does the spoon know the taste of curry?

Yes, I came to know that I donít know anything after...

getting married to you.

When I asked my father-in-law for dowry, your father said...

his daughter will come with a big bundle.

I thought you will carry the ornaments of your mother and...

grandmother in that bundle.

Itís only when you came here that I came to know that...

the bundle which you carried was of folklore.

You also printed B.A. in front of your name in the wedding card.

So?

I thought my husband is a graduate and told it to whole village.

I came to know only later that it is a butter churner.

Itís getting late. The cow will let me milk only when she sings.

I salute you sir.

Get lost, you idiot!

How many times do you salute me in a day?

You should salute only once in a day.

You should wipe your face after consuming butter.

I have to tell you everything.

Malavalli, how come the butter has suddenly reduced?

It melted, sir.

How come it doesnít dissolve in water and buttermilk?

Sir, it is too hot outside.

When I first appointed you, you looked very thin and...

now you have bulged after consuming butter.

No, I have become plump only because of the aroma of the butter.

Honey! -What is it?

-Please come and have breakfast. -Coming. -Sir...

The one who has become plump just by the aroma...

doesnít need any food.

Look after the work.

Welcome, brother-in-law.

How are you my sister?

I am okay, brother.

What did you say?

What do you think?

We donít feed your sister here?

What is being taken in? As if we donít have anything in our home.

Not like that, brother.

Then, are you exhibiting what

you have grown?

I wonít be happy if I donít bring things for my sister from...

her motherís home.

She has cooked chicken especially for you. Come inside.

I wonít marry you.

But I love you a lot.

But I donít love you.

Shut up.

We all decided to make you my brotherís daughter-in-law...

when you were born.

Why do you say no?

What nonsense?

What right did you have then...

to take decisions on my behalf?

What are you trying to say? Donít we have any rights?

Kamakshi, donít force her to get into the marriage.

Let her be if she isnít interested.

I will search for a bride for my son elsewhere.

Do we have to listen to this girl?

We should listen madam...

because marriage is between two minds.

I married my wife after she agreed for the marriage.

Oh, sweet, dad!

I canít tolerate this humidity.

I wonder when this village will receive rains.

There is nobody in our village who can sing.

Pillappa who belonged to Saligrama village sang well but...

he passed away nine years back.

That Balappa, who sang well is very old now.

We canít even make out what he is singing now.

I donít think there is anyone in our village.

If there was wouldn't I have called him and asked him to sing?

I donít want to know all that.

I would like to see the man who sang.

Son, call all the men in this village.

Let them sing once and weíll see. Is that okay daughter?

Oh, thank you.

Kamalamma, Kamalamma...

Coming.

Come.

Oh, you came?

What is it?

Where is your son?

He is not here.

Then where is he?

He is Nanjanagud, staying in your sisterís house.

If I hit you, you will become still shorter.

Doctor has advised me not to eat chicken and mutton.

I wonít even touch those things even if...

you cook them in this Holy month.

If I can smell the fragrance of chicken curry...

your son must have come.

Where is your son?

Where are you, Singing Cuckoo?

Look at the way he is sleeping.

When did you come, my dear boy?

Get up.

Papa, papa...

What did you say? - Papa!

Papa!

What does that mean?

Father.

Instead of calling me father, if you address me as papa...

I will feel you are calling me a fool.

Whatís this?

Why does your hair look like this?

Have all the barber shops in Nanjanagud closed?

No! Its fashion, father.

Fashion, did you hear your son?

His ears!

Post.

Hey, why are you throwing it like that?

Come and give it in my hand.

Leave my ears, father.

Whose letter is that?

Itís from Nanjanagud.

Nanjanagud! Then read it. Let me hear what has been written.

My salutations to dear elder brother.

Salute. -Salute!

Not for you gentleman, itís for my sister. Go ahead.

Your son is not attending the school.

Listen, did you...

Instead of going to school, he sits on the mound besides the river...

or sits beneath the banyan tree and then sings folk songs.

All the old men of the village gather there to hear that.

My poor husband, unable to listen to the boyís songs...

left me and joined the military.

Oh Lord!

Such a thing shouldnít have happened to you.

There is still something.

Is it? What has she further added?

Henceforth look after your son, donít send him to my house.

Whatís left? - Nothing.

Then why are you standing here? Go.

Take it.

Itís because of you that this boy went out of the way.

All our ancestors sold butter all these years.

I thought let my son learn and bring some glory to our family.

Itís all because of your father Kansali Krishnappa.

He has a part of your sonís soul.

Singing when eating, when sleeping...

I am fed up of these songs. I canít tolerate this. Let me die.

Kansahalli Kittappa...

why don't you attend school?