Meow (മ്യാവൂ)

Come on

Hey Dostoyevsky, you are shaking.

Lost your balance, huh?

Everyone was shaking. The music was too good.

Okay then.

Behave at the wedding, okay. No more bachelor parties.

- Okay? - Okay.

Don't forget the wedding date.

I'll leave day after tomorrow.

- So when is the wedding? - Wedding! Er...

- August 17th, dude! - Sorry, bro!

Dasthu, are you okay? Should I drop you?

- Are you blind? I'm cool. - Okay.

Many rivers have emptied into this sea, my friend.

- Yet you ask me this. - Okay, dude.

- Is your driver okay? - Yeah, he is.

- Can he drive safely? - He is good, man.

- Did he drink secretly? - Hey, no.

- Sure? - Yeah.

- Should I drop you? - No, carry on.

Okay, goodnight.

- Bye. - Okay.

- Call me when you reach. - Yeah.

Come on, let's go.

Allah!

GO!

(a way of healing practiced by some sections of Muslims)

Ustad?

- When did you come? - I've been here for a while.

Ustad, are we in heaven or hell?

God has given you extra time to decide that.

While you were knocked out...

I'll tell you what happened here.

Everyone knows it wasn't the cat's fault...

but you were drunk at the time of accident.

Not just your friends and family

Even your fiancee's family heard about it.

So they have called off the wedding.

Your father wasn't able to bear the humiliation...

so he stopped going to his shop.

That poor man decided to return to his hometown.

The police report said you had consumed alcohol.

So they replaced you at work.

Now there is only one way before you.

It's the way of faith.

I'll command...

and you will obey.

You can manage your father's shop...

for the time being.

And until you marry...

at least for the sake of convincing others

come to the mosque often.

This is your last chance.

Be afraid.

Be afraid of the bridge called 'Sirat Al- Mustaqeem'.

Be afraid that if you fall off that bridge...

you will go down into the hot fire of hell.

Ustad?

I'll never lose my way again.

Praise be to God! All will be well.

Don't worry. I'm with you.

Allah!

Chandretta?

Allah!

Chandretta?

Chandretta?

What happened?

Sister?

- Dilruba? - Papa?

- Papa? - What happened?

What is it, papa?

I'm alright.

Go and do the ablution. We'll do the morning prayer together.

Hurry up!

I said 'Hurry up'.

This might be my last prayer with my kids.

Don't worry, Dasthakeer.

It must be gas.

Gas, huh?

- Will you call an ambulance? - Ambulance?

Call an ambulance, Chandretta.

What the...

Oh God, I've young children. Don't do this to me, Allah!

Sorry, doctor. Chandran here.

- What is it, Chandran? - Dasthakeer says he has a chest pain.

Is it real or...

I think it's real this time.

He told me to call an ambulance.

- I called you instead. - What is he doing now?

Let me check.

'Allahu Akbar!'* *(God is Great)

He is offering prayer with his children.

He thinks it might be the last time.

So he is healthy enough to do that?

Don't bother to call the ambulance.

Do one thing.

Bring him to my clinic at 8 am.

He will call me names if I don't call an ambulance.

Nothing to worry.

How many times have you called for an ambulance before?

At the most, he may die.

It's better than dying so many times.

'Allahu Akbar!'

The details of every loan given and taken are in here.

I may not be able to give it later.

Really, Dasthakeer?

You are absolutely fine.

Did you ever have a cardiac arrest? I pray it never happens.

But that's how I want to go.

Like a fuse blowing!

Don't inform Sulekha if anything happens to me.

You know, Dasthakeer...

it's her absence that is bothering you.

Just tell me the word...

I'll go to Qusais and bring her back tomorrow itself.

I'll kill you!

She can come see my dead body.

She left me and my kids over a silly fight.

Sulekha went to stay with her parents, right?

Where is the ambulance, Chandretta?

It will be here soon.

Go to bed, kiddos. Your papa is fine.

Go to bed.

Go.

See you, papa.

See... See you?

Maybe in heaven.

When will I see them again, Chandretta?

- Where is the ambulance, Chandretta? - It will come.

- When? - Soon.

- Dasthakeer? - Oh?

You know how difficult it is to run a hospital in this country?

Building rent, staff salary...

License fee, current bill...

Then my salary.

Oh no, doctor. I don't need a discount this time.

- But please cure this. - It's not what you think.

We sustain because of chronic patients like you.

You had a panic attack due to fear and anxiety.

Attack?

See I told you. But you were...

I meant anxiety attack. Or madness in Malayalam.

Every disease has its roots here.

If you keep your hard disk virus- free and cool...

you will be free from diseases also.

But don't tell anyone else. Or we'll go out of work.

- You mean I'm okay, doctor? - Of course.

I told you I'm fine. You always stress me out.

- Now I'm the culprit, huh? - Excuse me?

- Dasthakeer? - Oh?

Go home, take a shower and go to your shop.

You have to make money for the next check- up. Go!

- Thank you, doctor. Shake hands? - Oh okay.

- I trust you. - Okay.

- Where do I pay the bill? - Ah!

- I'll call you after two days. - No need of that.

Doctor, do you know any good psychiatrist?

Psychiatrist! Why?

You told me I've some mental disorder.

YOU!

- No need. - Don't drive our doctor mad.

GO!

Isn't yoga good for positive energy?

Yoga or circus, do whatever you like.

Go now.

Come on, don't do your circus here.

Bye!

Inhale!

Exhale!

Exhale!

Inhale!

See you tomorrow morning at 7 am.

- Sharp, okay? - Thank you

- Thank you. - Thank you.

- Pranamam*! *(salutation) - Allah!

- Ravi, how are you? - Fine, Guruji.

- Hi, Dasthakeer. - Hi!

How do you feel?

I feel good, sir. Very refreshing!

Do you get angry?

To be honest anger and stress are still there.

Do you take deep breaths when you are angry?

Yes, many times.

Do you count from 1 to 10 in your mind?

I even count aloud.

My situation is getting worse, sir.

Everything's wrong.

- Shall I give you a special tip? - Ah.

Tell me, sir.

- It's not in the syllabus. - Oh!

When you can't control your anger...

take a fragile plate...

move to a safe place and smash it on the floor.

- Eh? - You think it's crazy?

Yes, but it's effective.

You will feel free like letting off steam from a pressure cooker.

At first you will break a lot of plates. Then it will reduce...

your anger and the number of plates.

But how can I do this before my children and staff?

Do it where nobody can see you.