Taramani
- Year:
- 2017
- 150 min
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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
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.
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?
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?
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!
If you ask for it, I'd even rob a bank
to get you 3 million in 3 minutes.
Then why did it
take you 30 days?
Sowmya, I'll whack you!
Thanks.
Three hours later, she
departed from Chennai.
I feel strange.
I didn't feel like working.
Or eating. Or sleeping.
Thank God for Skype! I don't know
what I'd have done without it.
Exquisite Sowmya! You're
crying even in the U.S?
I'm not able to sleep at nights.
You miss me too much?
No.
Jetlag.
Woman!
a call-center, too.
Is that something to cry about?
You never cry for anything?
Someday, I will make you cry.
Okay, wipe those tears and go to sleep.
I'm sleepy.
Wait! Don't fall asleep.
Talk to me.
I'm sleepy now. Good night.
Wait! Now my sleep-cycle is broken.
Please talk for a while longer.
Go to sleep, Monkey. I've got
a long day ahead tomorrow.
Don't be so selfish!
- You're the selfish one. Good night.
Sowmya...
Sowmya!
You've put on lipstick?
Isn't it nice?
You've changed your hairstyle?
Yes, I can't braid my
hair all the time.
What's with that top?
You're freaking out for that?
Now watch this...
Tadah!
Can't see?
OH NO!
My Exquisite Sowmya, the
traditionalist from M.G.R. Road...
how did she change so suddenly
when she went to work abroad?
Unlike our country where people
ogle at fully covered bodies...
dressing down is not
a problem here.
Prabhu, listen to me!
I'm with a friend.
I'll call you later.
Please, Prabhu! Try
to understand.
I've been calling you
for so many days!
I told you I'd call you back.
She said she'd call back. But it
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