Taramani

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This road you're seeing... do

you know which city it is in?

This road, enveloped by water on both

sides, is actually in Chennai City.

This road, that originates

from the Bay of Bengal...

This road, which is sweltering

under the 3 PM sun...

"Please let it rain here!"...

some people from the village

of Rameswaram are now praying.

Our Father, Who art in heaven.

We pray that India must lose in today's

cricket match played in Chennai.

Or the match must be

cancelled due to rains.

In these times, even

wishing for India to

lose in cricket considered

anti-nationalism.

Then why have these simple fisherwoman

turned into anti-nationals?

Their men have gone

fishing into this sea.

And India is playing against the neighbours

from the other side of this sea.

If India were to

win this match...

the neighbour's military

may confiscate the boats.

They may confiscate the catch.

Or else...

A father and his son, a man and his

brother, an uncle and his nephew...

may be forced to perfrom

homosexual intercourse.

Or, they might just

shoot them dead.

And that's why they pray for India to

lose, or a rain to cancel the match.

'I go to Buddha for refuge.'

The Holiness of God the

Father, the noble soul; Amen.

We don't know if their prayers made

it rain, or if it just rained.

Nor do we know the fate

of those fishermen.

We don't even know if the

cricket match was halted.

If you feel this comparison is a bit

like comparing apples and oranges...

Let me tell you, this story is all

about comparing apples and oranges.

If you see an apple, it's an apple.

If you see an orange, it's an orange.

And now, it's the

story of oranges.

This girl ceaselessly riding her

scooter in the ceaseless rain...

goes by Althea Johnson.

An Anglo-Indian.

She's got a corporate job,

makes 80 thousand a month.

Her 80 thousand salary doesn't

keep Activa tyres from going flat.

If it's meant to go

flat, it will go glat.

The 65 year old man accused of

raping the minor school-girl...

has been sentenced to life imprisonment

by Thiruvarur Women's Bench.

A fast-track women's court in Karur sentenced

the abuser of a 3 year old child...

Police Department's

statistics state that nearly

92 women fall victim to

sexual assault everyday.

Don't look at me that way. I'm

not going to rape you, okay?

I didn't come here to rape you.

Like you, I'm just a guy

taking refuge from the rain.

A guy shivering in the rain.

Okay?

If you're feeling so

shivery, go down some shots.

What a grumpus.

What?

Why are you staring at my legs?

Your legs aren't nice enough

to ogle at or admire.

Be quiet. Don't pluck

words from my mouth.

She wears a skirt and accuses me of

staring at her legs and her kegs.

Sh*t.

This car, that splashes

slush on them, is an Audi.

It's not something you buy

in our Aadi season sale.

'Cause the price of this

car is 15 million rupees.

But that's not the point.

This car will end up killing

someone in five minutes.

Unfazed by all this, the pouring rain

poured on. And it got them talking.

The beautiful girl in the skirt.

And the uncouth boy

with the beard.

What could he say?

He told his love story.

You know, the same

old sympathy story.

Name- Prabhunath.

Education- M.A. in English.

Hometown- Cooum.

But unlike the stinky Cooum

river, I don't stink.

The River Cooum, and I, didn't

stink till we reached Chennai.

When my father, the last of my

family in the town, died...

with his farm dying

before he did...

I came to Chennai

in search of a job.

Not North Chennai

or South Chennai.

I came to the Chennai

beyond Taramani.

The New Chennai.

Upon seeing that road, I

felt like I'd find a job.

Because the road was named

after my dad's favourite...

The Harbinger of

Revolution- M.G.R.

M.G.R. Road.

'Who is the man, who feeds the whole

world? Who is he? Who is he?'

'The Farmer...'

I got a job at a call-center...

a multi-national

company's call center.

Where I'd speak to people

of multiple-nationalities.

Hi. Thanks for calling Janex. This

is Thomas. How can I help you, sir?

'Is there a thing lacking

in our great nation?

Why must we bow before

foreign nations?'

'Toil hard in your farmland; And your

value will soar in faraway lands.'

For a meagre 12 thousand,

my ears nearly bled.

I wish I had never

taken up this job.

But there was a silver lining.

In the building opposite

my office building...

Sowmya worked as a software

engineer in an IT company.

The Exquisite Sowmya.

If you're wondering what's

exquisite about her...

she was the only traditionalist who wore

long tunics over her jeans in M.G.R Road.

Not just that. She even covered

her upper body with a wrap.

She even wore the

traditional saree.

Only problem with her, was

that she cried often.

You're crying today

also, Sowmya?

My team leader asked me not

to wear saree often to work.

In my office, they ask me

to shave off my beard.

Is that something

worth crying over?

You're shaving it off?

Does it look good?

No. But you'd look

worse without it.

Oh, I'll whack you!

Yeah, right.

I've got good news. - What?

They said I'll be sent to the

US to work on-site next month.

Superb, Sowmya! Superb.

If I find another job there and settle

down, all my problems will be solved.

Okay.

But I'll need 300

thousand rupees for that.

Do you have it?

Keep the money inside.

How?

This is nothing!

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