Anbe Sivam Page #5

A modern Jester has come

to spread a message.

Im here to narrate a story beautifully

laced with songs and dances.

Im here to narrate our

pains and struggle.

Listen to the story of 910.

Listen to the travails

of the workers.

All men and women, brothers and

sisters, listen to this.

Let's unmask the truth.

Itll lead us into trouble.

We die and live everyday.

Our heads roll down everyday.

Gentlemen, in the beginning

of this story.

Our hero is a worker.

A Rs.910 salaried man.

When his co-workers were agitating for

salary hike near factory gate.

Dodging them, he slips out silently.

Where is he going?

Will the job come good if you

question while going for it?

He is going to ogle at girls.

He is going in search of

his lover.

Adding glitter to her golden looks,

she's charming him.

Your eyes are filling up the

void in my life.

The town bus is going empty,

let's go happily to a movie in that.

Your take home salary

is just Rs.910.

How will you bear the

burden of a family?

It seems to be a street play.

A play in the middle of the street!

Getting wisdom from his love

...Our story's hero...

Also jumps into the

arena of struggle.

There is a Law for minimum wages.

There is a plan not to reduce

even a penny from it.

Though there're umpteen

number of laws.

Some still manage to pay

meager salaries.

They'll eat the poor alive.

Who's that noble man cheating workers

and paying low salaries?

Look, he's over there.

Let's praise the mercy of God

and hail him.

Long live the man in whites.

Long live upcoming lndustrialist.

Long live Multi Business Tycoon.

Long live Business Magnet.

What do you mean by business magnet?

Business magnet.

Rap on his head.

Long live our leader.

We'll sing paeans hailing

your long life.

Ours is a blessing heart.

We'll always sing your praise.

Wow! He's very good.

Madam, they're criticizing

your father.

White dress, white beard.

Stopped short of mentioning his name.

Go and find out, what's it?

It seems, they want a hike.

Hm?.

It seems, they want a

hike in their salaries.

I can only give Rs.910.

Its impossible to raise

even a penny.

How are you going to

manage them, boss?

Ive planned a venture.

Our problems will be resolved

in the near future.

Its a good news...At this juncture...

-Ask them, will they give way or not?

Joint ventures with

Multi National Companies. Joint venture!

They'll send raw materials

from their country.

We'll import.

We're refining here.

We're packing it here.

We're planning and marketing.

We'll get thrashed

if we fail to market it.

What're we going to import?

Tea!

Tea.

What?

Tea.

Hello Commissioner uncle...

-That's okay...That's okay.

What's the margin of profit?

Only this!?

MNC people will give you crumbs.

40% to us.

60% to him.

Then, what about the plight of

local tea producers?

Let them to go the hell!

Who's bothered?

For us, our foreign investors

are more important.

The profit we get in the

process is more important.

In a game of chess, as proprietors

make their move.

Will worker remain a mute spectator?

Or keep watching the fun silently?

Even if shore wants to rest,

waves will never allow it.

Even if trees want to take rest,

wind will not allow it.

Even if you run away and hide,

life will not leave you alone.

With a remote control

from somewhere.

He's playing havoc with

this country.

Where's the remote control?

To remote control us, there're people

in America, England, France and Germany.

We're not alone, we're a group.

Ill take them to task.

Driver, let's go.

Our need now is a good decision.

Not just for this play.

For everyone.

Efforts from our side only

will not bring that.

Me, you, he, that man, this man.

Look there, the person who's blaring

horn and disturbing our play.

We all must join together.

...And decide unitedly.

We'll sing a new song. That'll accompany

us on a long journey.

Our song is not a lone voice, but a

vociferous war cry of the downtrodden lot.

A song that'll usher in a new era.

Our difficulties are same. Come and join

the voice of protest courageously.

Raise like a wave in protest.

Teach them weakness is not our character.

Make a move, don't restrict

to yourself.

Its good.

An arrogant heroine,

revolutionary hero.

Nice story.

Its new! -Its not a story.

Its my life.

Yes, it's your life.

As you think, Bala is not

an arrogant girl.

Excuse me!

Its okay, you didn't mean it.

Even I came to the same conclusion

when I first saw her.

Only when I met her, the second time.

Do you know where I met her the

second time? Myself and Mehr.

Be careful, boy.

You be careful lady.

-Lady?

If Im a boy because Im wearing

a pair of trousers,

You're a lady because

you're wearing a skirt.

Why're you fighting with the

passersby on the road?

That's why, I told you

that Ill drive.

Why don't you just admit that with

your big "handle-bar" mustache...

..you feel embarrassed to be

driven by a woman?

Hey, did I say that?

-Come on, admit it.

Why're you beating around the bush?

You drive.

Nothing like that.

Hey! Are you blind?

Oh God! He has stopped the car

and is coming back.

Definitely, it must be an M.L.A's car.

We're going to get beaten up.

Im very sorry, sir.

-Nalla

Madan sir, you painted a cartoon on me.

Autograph, please. -Im terribly sorry.

You said that already.

He is Mr. Madan. She is Meher.

She's in our troupe.

She's also an architect.

Oh!...That gentleman?

Hey, what man..

What's your plan for dinner?

-At home.

Look, we're talking amongst ourselves.

Go on, then!

Too much water everywhere!

Tamil Nadu wouldn't quite be

what it is without all these people!

Okay. Let's go!

Where? -To dine.

My dress is soiled.

-Then, Ill also stand here.

Driver, splash some on me too.

-No sir.

Then what? Come with me.

But where?

-Suspense!

But, the food will be delicious.

Greetings sir.

Are the dogs chained?

-Yes, they are.

Shut up, Tommy!

Hello Bala, how are you?

-Fine.

This is my aunt.

Greetings.

Yes.. yes! Come.

Let me introduce you to my friends.

Hello. -Thank you!

This is Felix. -Hello, Mr. Madan.

This is Manohar.

Uncle, check whether the dinner

is ready or not? -Okay!

Why're they here?

-You wait.

He's inside.

You don't want them, do you?

-Yeah..

Stop.

Why're you here?

Whom do you want to meet?

Cartoonist Madan invited us here.

There is no one like that.

Get out! Get out!

Sir, he invited us.

They're my guests.

Oh, your guests? Welcome, come in.

...Greetings.

Come on, Nalla.

Nalla, you were following me.

Why were you late?

You came luxuriously in a car.

We came by a two wheeler.

As it is, there are too many

dogs in this house.

Ask everyone to come

for dinner.

Excuse me!

Come, let's have dinner,

baby's waiting for us.

Hello Mr. Madan.

-Hello Mr. Ranjit.

One minute!

Excuse me, Ladies and Gentlemen!

I would like you to meet my father

Mr. Kandasamy Padayachi.

You've come to the lion's den and

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