Aravaan Page #6

Go fast.

He won't let us live in peace.

Whatever is destined

to happen, let it happen.

- Wait... wait.

- I have to meet our king.

Both sides, stop fighting.

Listen to us.

Move aside.

Won't you listen?

You gave your word you won't fight

and now you are preparing for war!

Disperse and stop fighting

It's a royal decree.

Everytime this is how

we become the losers.

We need to resolve this

once for all.

Sit down.

Let's not leave

without a decision.

Greetings Maharaja!

For 5 generations, is this the way to

fight instead of bonding as brothers?!

Why are you silent?

How can I be quiet?

They have killed

my brother-in-law.

We'd have destroyed the village.

We are patient because we didn't

want to dishonor your words.

If we youngsters go to guard a village

and 1 man is found dead at midnight

how are we to blame?

Did you kill him 'cos he splashed

feces in your Assembly?

If we knew that

by now he'd be pecked to bits

on the altar stone by the crows.

We are not cowards to slit the throat

of a man, asleep in our Assembly.

Now come and kill me.

Stop it.

Why are you behaving

like this in front of me?

Is this how you pay

your respects to your King?

Sit down.

Only the relatives

of Thogaimayan, stand up.

Tell me your side, lady.

After 16 years of penance...

he was my only son

after 5 daughters.

Seeing him dead this way

my whole life is on fire!

My anger will be appeased

only when his death is avenged.

They killed my son.

As a mother naturally

you will be devastated.

Will this youngster

know good from bad?

You are instigating him?

Who killed him?

We ourselves are in the dark.

Our Vembur men would

have never done this.

He's found dead in your village.

If one of you didn't

then who killed him?

If only we knew

won't we tell you, Maharaja?

Your clan has to

accept the blame.

How can you be

so calm about it?

We have no choice but

to accept responsibility.

Our Goddess will protect us.

Will the dead man come alive

just because they own up?

We won't move

without shedding blood.

We agree to your

protocol, Maharaja.

Sit down.

For the men with sickles thirsting

for blood on a killing spree

will you listen to me?

- We will, Maharaja.

- We'll listen to you.

Whenever good or bad happens

in a village, to appease God's anger

it's normal to make a sacrifice.

Arjuna's son Aravan self sacrificed

for the Pandavas to win, in Mahabharatha.

Not only in our Puranas

but also as part of our tradition.

A sacrifice is made before

building temples, ponds, forts

or to pray for rain during famine.

We are well aware of the many

who have given up their lives.

Now we have to answer

for the mishap in 1 village.

Prevent calamity

in another village.

There's only 1 option.

Chinni Veerampatti must

sacrifice a youngster...

of the same age

as the dead man to Mathur.

What do you all say?

We agree to your decree, Maharaja.

What can we say?

For generations, it has been

our code of conduct to sacrifice.

What else can we do but agree?

Rather than fight a war

this is a good decision.

Select your sacrificial goat

I'll come after day break.

This village will never prosper.

The son I gave birth to...

Stop it.

Why are you lamenting

and sulking this way?

If Mathur men had invaded us

wouldn't 100s of us be dead?

This is better of the 2 choices

To give 1 life is minimal loss.

Beginning of our settlement

to dredge our lake.

Karuppan of East street

sacrificed his life.

My father's brother gave up his life

from south street to prevent cholera.

Now it's the turn of those who live

in the street near our Assembly.

Youngsters who live here

please come forward.

Veeranan

Brick.

Chinna

Pebble.

Malaiyandi

White stone.

Kookaiyan

Granite.

Kaadukaathaan

Gravel.

Our Goddess has chosen pebble.

Chinna is the committed one

for the human sacrifice.

My son!

Sacrificing your life for our clan

you become God for us, Chinna.

You'll merge as God

with our ancestors

3 sei land near the lake

2 gundu 'dry land'

in Chozhiampottala

I bequeath to Chinna

as sacrificial compensation.

Hey! Mathur man,

come here.

Salutations, Maharaja.

There are 30 knots here.

Tie this in your village Assembly

Untie a knot per day at dawn break.

Assemble, when the 30th knot is untied

at Chokkampaarai for the sacrifice.

Naagamalai hill

has toppled down

Green plant is a wilted tree

Fate has doomed its decree

Oracle of the sacrificing stone

has claimed a young life forlorn

Fate... karma... destiny

Why did my sun all of a sudden

submerge in darkness?

Why did my moon quickly

collapse in helplessness?

A light without fear or tears

beyond spears and years

He questioned his destiny

to the author of this story

He is Aravaan

Neither sky earmarks

nor our earth asks

Neither sun stakes a claim

nor rain does the same

Wind doesn't demand

God doesn't command

But man justifies

human sacrifice!

Birds don't persist

Beasts don't insist

Snakes don't enforce

Lizards don't coerce

Dogs don't compel

Ghosts don't raise hell

Only man certifies

human sacrifice!

He is heir to Naga dynasty

None can equal his integrity

He aimed the arrow

back at his own eyebrow!

He is Aravaan

He is Son of Arjuna

He is Aravaan

Son of Ulipi

He is Aravaan

He sacrificed his life

He is Aravaan

He faced great strife

ls this journey of death

too far a distance then?

Is the impending pain

too much of a burden?

When it's time for my life to choke

will it rise as a wisp of smoke?

After this life leaves the body

will enmity be less bloody?

World without love

that's true

Hell without any virtue

ls this body with all its desire

just funeral wood on the pyre

Disease did not ask

Fire did not do its task

None of the village deities

dictate such a practice

Not ordained by God Shiva

Nor by Lord of death, Yama

This crusade

is man-made!

My breath, he is branding

My pulse, he is demanding

Tale of his death and turmoil

is seed sown into our soil

Aravaan who is immortal

can fire extinguish at all?

In land, wind and water

he'll live ever after

He is Aravaan

Son of a Pandava prince

He is Aravan

Son of a Naga princess

Lord Krishna

Son of Nandha

Smeared with butter, all over

Giver of salvation, forever

Have you seen my Lord

Nandha's son, our God?

Like rain clouds of midnight hue

Lord Krishna is a glorious blue

King who sweetens

love so true

Have you seen my Lord

Nandha's son, our God?

To cold rain and sleet

he radiates heat

When tender hands embrace

He is epitome of love and grace

To the bed of bosom so warm

He springs in fresh aqua form

To the bed of bosom so warm

He springs in fresh aqua form

With the drum He unites

His flute to magical heights

Have you seen my Lord

Nandha's son, our God?

All I'm asking is

1 mouthful of hooch.

Elected Godhead!

Come home for a feast tonight

I'll also come

Cook for me too, sister-in-law.

Godhead's partner, huh?

Come, brother-in-law.

How is she your sister-in-law?

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