Kadal Page #3

Beardy!

Hey you, Father.

Where are you?

Destroy that tape

l don't want my mother

Chetty is not my father

l'll slit his throat some day

Where is the tape-recorder?

Where did you hide it?

Father! See what l'm up to

Bus for Athur!

Anyone for Athur?

Stay put!

Come with me. Make a sound and

l'll tell everyone you're a thief

The villagers will beat you to

a pulp

Get off!

lf you dare to beat me,

l'll come after you

You stinking scum!

You hit me?

Drink up

See you on Sunday

Udukan Luka!

Praise the Lord!

He's the boy

l talked about

He's tiny

l don't mince words. No one takes

Satan's spawn to sea

We depend on the sea

lf the Sea Goddess gets angry,

she'll swallow us

He is God's child

The boy knows nothing. The sea

can be dangerous

We could all die

The sea knows him well. Go!

We'll take him for your sake

The tiger fish is in my sight.

A pretty girl is by my side

Jesus showers us with

good fortune

The tiger fish is in my sight.

A pretty girl is by my side

Jesus showers us

with good fortune

Row your boat

Row that catamaran here!

Let's catch fish full of fat

l rig the sails

Smelling the pomfret

Here comes the tiger fish

With eyes of an owl

Donning a prawn's whiskers

A tiger's mask

When my sails blow in the wind...

...will it sing your name?

You bring light into my life

l cast my net for you

l sit in penance

Hoping you'll fall into my net.

Crazy me

lf you say no,

where will Thomas go?

Floating on a single wave

l drift in memory of you

Won't you smile at me?

O Sea Goddess!

You give us plentiful

Your smile is like a wave

Here comes the tiger fish

Thomas, go slow! l get dizzy

when we go too fast

What did you say, Father?

Should l go faster?

There's Anthony. He didn't come to

Mass on Sunday

- Stop!

- Forget him

lt's God's day off. Let Him relax

and enjoy the day

He can hear you. He will box

your ears

So? What will He say?

''Sharpen your wits, get a haircut.

Become a good man''

Slow down! What's the hurry?

Aren't we late for Nagarcoil?

The bustle there, the noise...

...the lovely college girls...

Stop the bike!

You ride a priest's bike

to college to flirt?

You were happy advising me,

now you're scolding me

Come on, Father. Relax!

Morning, Father

Finish your work. l'll take

care of your bike

Nice try!

Stay here till l return

Philomena, where is that girl?

Sir, the convent girl is missing.

Did anyone see her?

Anyone seen her?

Your biryani is the best

No biryani like it anywhere

Did you pack some for Father?

You mean the priest who's

wheeling the bike away?

Father, don't go! Wait

Give me the parcel!

- Can't you get on at the bus stop?

- Who knows where you stop

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