Devadoothan (ദേവദൂതൻ)

There are many great men

To them, my salutations

There are many great men

In the mirror of their hearts they behold the moon-like face, beauty and behavior (of Rama)

And experience supreme joy of Brahmananda

To such ones , to them my salutations.

Sir

What is the reason for the name "Rhythm of Love" for your award winning album?

Rhythm of love

The heartbeats of love

"Rhythm of love" is my humble salutation to the love of the invisible power who made me who I am.

You are the first Indian to achieve this award. What do you feel about it?

There is no such thing as the first Indian or the second Indian, my friend.

Whenever I earn something, I always feel that there is someone who shows me the way.

I am unable show arrogance, by forgetting him.

A few years back, you presented a symphony in Calcutta.

During a press conference at that time, I had asked you who was the one, who taught you music.

The answer to that?

At one time, music was the medicine to my pain.

It was due to that music, that I was expelled from the college where I was studying.

Until the age of seven, my father told me I was bright.

From the age of 8, my uncle presided over my education and other matters.

In the place of my father who had called me bright, my uncle called me a loser.

My uncle, who made me a loser, loved the cane that he used to hit me with, more than he loved me.

Before he hit me, he would caress that cane.

When I saw the love he had for the cane, I used to wonder whether my aunt had given birth to that cane.

Between dawn and dusk, every day, I used to get 20 hits to my back.

That was his dose.

The beats fell where I could not see, and I counted their sounds as the first words of music.

To not feel the pain, my mother asked me to chant God's name in my mind, in tune with the beats.

I did so.

That was the beginning of my music.

My mother is my Teacher.

You had told us that this album is an offering to a great man.

Who is he?

He is the King of Music.

The light that he gave me, is the symphony "Rhythm of Love" that has brought you all before me.

Day after tomorrow, at the Grand Theatre in Melbourne, Australia

I will receive what you all call, the most greatest prize in the field of music.

In my mind, there is a pair of feet, to which I will offer that prize.

The feet of a great king, who cherished the light of music in the pupils of his eyes.

See this picture?

It is a special instrument that is stored in the chapel of Holy Father College, where I studied.

This is the place, from which the heartbeats of that great king, emerge as music.

If I listen, I can still hear those heartbeats.

The beginning of "Rhythm of Love" is from those heartbeats.

Papa!

Papa, please don't leave me alone.

The dead will come back.

I am now alone, Papa.

I have no one now.

Don't cry, Mary.

This is foolishness.

It is not right to awaken those who have died peacefully.

They cannot speak.

Your father who lies here, was the light of your home and the breadwinner of the family.

He has gone forever.

In this life, you have to wait for only one person.

The lover who you love with all your life, Nikhil Maheswar.

He will come.

He will wipe your tears.

Open the gates to Heaven, children.

May his wind, light and music come to this lamb.

Stop!

I told you to stop.

Who told you to change the dialogues I wrote and show this nonsense here?

If this is the case, you need not direct this program.

Father, isn't it enough to say dialogues when needed?

This is a musical, is it not?

The importance is for music, not dialogue.

What was the story that you wrote?

Mary is the only daughter of a wealthy lord.

Correct?

Get up.

She fell in love with a foreign musician by the name of Nikhil Maheswar.

Mary's father was angry. Correct?

Get up.

He opposed the relationship.

Mary did not give up, and continued to love Maheswar.

In the end, the father is flat and Mary has won.

He agreed to the marriage. Correct?

Yes, correct.

Then what happened?

Nikhil Maheswar who went back to ask permission from his parents, stayed there and never came back.

The saddened Mary waited for Parameswar---

Maheswar

Ha, waited for Maheswar and got old.

Without staying to see that, Father left his body here and left with his life.

That is your story right, Father? Nice.

That alone, is not my story.

Mary is still waiting for Nikhil Maheswar, who left her.

Not one or two, but thirty years, she has been waiting for him.

Ah, that is what I said!

Such passionate love should not be shown through dialogues.

We should make that love should flow into the viewer's minds like the Niagara water falls!

Lost in that, the viewers should forget everything and be fixated like ice-fruits!

For that, there is no other way but this! Father, move out of the way.

Children, get ready!

Madam saw us taking Father into the ambulance.

I'm the Principal.

She is the patron.

Once she knew Father was in hospital, she send a notice saying we don't need the program at all.

Christ, how can that be?

Convince her otherwise, somehow.

What if I'm not there? Anyone else could direct this program.

By whom?

Bring someone from outside.

If you bring someone, he should be fabulous!

Only then can we go to Delhi and compete with other colleges.

Otherwise it will be a grand failure.

We need someone who can understand us.

Where can we find such a person?

I had turned the key for her to dance yesterday, it is now that she started to move.

Eh? This is not the usual tune that she sings.

Why has she changed her tune?

Some dancing dolls have more than one tune.

It plays a tune at random.

This is the first time.

She usually sings another tune.

Father, wait. I know this music.

I had won the Kalathilakam prize at high school, and this was the musical theme for the final round dance.

His name is on the tip of my tongue..

That album was first presented in Calcutta.

That day there was some fight between him and the organizers.

It was in the papers.

Vishal Krishnamoorthy.

Oh, my Kishnan.

He sings very well.

He's even better at beating up others.

Moorthy and Keerthy is for you people.

For me he is Kishnan.

My Kishnan.

He was a student of this college.

He was up to all sorts of mischief.

There was not a single program in this college, without him.

Look, his photo.

Where? Let me see.

What is this?

Father, where is he in this picture?

That smiling one wearing the robes, is me.

The one with the rope to its neck, without the robes, without the smile, is the cow that used to give 26 litres of milk.

He took that photo, on my camera.

How is it?

The cow is great.

Ah, she used to give 26 litres of milk!

Father, are there no photos of him?

No. There was a photo of me and him. He took it with him.

If you call him, he will come to direct this program won't he?

If he comes, this program will be much better than we imagine.

But I should get him.

Where will I search for him?

8 or 9 years back, he send me a song from this album.

Then he send me photos of antiques and wrote to me saying he was in that business.

Now there is no word from him.

Given his talent, he should be somewhere in Paris or America.

Hey, you have a phone call.

Who is it?

You have a phone call from Ithaq, come quick.

Phone call from Ithaq? He is lying here.

Why should he call from outside? He can tell me here.

Somebody took your truck and went.

Ithaq!

My God, did my truck go?

Ithaq!

The lights have come, my truck is here.

The lights are on.

Now the governor will come, flexing his muscles.

Here he is!

Now the thugs will come.

Weren't there three of you who get beaten up? Where is the third?

Oh, there he is!

Now where is my Ithaq? Ah, there he is.

What is this Governor, I took money from you to buy this truck.

Not to buy Ithaq.

Then why are you taking him away?

Tell him.

I want my money back. I want to see it now.

We had said goodnight and slept, where did you go?

I went out to the toilet, and that man put a cloth over me and took me away.

So you didn't urinate?

No.

He punched you?

I bit someone.

When?

And then they manhandled me and gave me the phone and told me they will kill me by 4:00 am.

Now there's only little time left, right?

Yes

There is still time until 4:00 am. If I was a little late, I would have had to give money for your funeral.

I didn't have money to pay the 9 month's rent. The business is a complete mess.

I only want to escape from here and go somewhere else. Here is your money!

Come, let's go.

I need this truck, and I need Ithaq to look after my matters. How will I give your money back if you take both from me?

From where did you get so much money?

It's not money, you idiot.

The Governor is smart, he didn't break it.

Start the truck.

I'm tired of getting beaten up.

All the time, it's the same.

We've gone through this for so long.

Is there no end to this?