Taramani Page #2

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took her several days to do so.

Bye.

You finally felt

like calling me?

I have to say something.

Will you listen to me?

Tell me.

I couldn't find

another job here.

I don't know how I'll

repay your 300 thousand.

There are problems at home, too.

- That's not a problem.

Come back home. I'll handle it.

I have something important to say

to you. Please don't get mad.

What?

I met somebody here.

He is an Indian.

He wants to marry me. He

even has a citizenship here.

Stop joking, Sowmya.

- I'm being serious.

Let's be practical about it...

Practical, my foot!

Sowmya, listen to me.

Come back. I'll handle it.

I'll call you later, Prabhu.

I'm busy.

Wait a minute, Sowmya!

Hello?

B*tch.

She never spoke

to me after that.

Her phone stopped working.

The mails I sent

her bounced back.

She'd gone beyond my coverage area.

She was lost to me.

I went where one went when

they have nowhere to go.

Railway Station- Taramani.

Stupid idiot!

Had you fallen, you'd have

turned to gravy, you know?

Like gooey masala gravy.

Get lost!

Barnabas.

The night constable at

Taramani Railway station.

He slapped me and dragged me away. And

thus became an elder brother to me.

But to this day, I

address him as 'sir'.

Felt awkward to call him

'brother', somehow.

To keep him company, I started sleeping

in the railway station at nights.

He showed me a small room, and

I built a new life there.

And the beard grew longer.

End of story.

Bye.

Hello!

I'll push it for you?

Okay.

This is the man that the Audi hit and

ran. Name - Ravi. Surname - Chamar.

Hometown- Nawada. State- Bihar.

Don't know when the last of his pulsating

life will abandon him forever.

Don't know if the news of his death

will reach his wife and children.

But that's not our problem.

Let's stick to our story that started

at the building where he worked.

See...

Love is just a part of life.

You should celebrate life.

Be happy. Move on!

I didn't share my story so

you could give me advice.

If not for you, I'd

have told my story to

the bus-stand or this

rock or the rains.

I don't like advices.

So...

See...

These days, after a break-up...

you must get clean-shaved, take a nice

picture, upload it on Facebook...

and change your relationship

status to 'Single'.

This beard thing...

is very old-fashioned.

This is not an advice.

Just an update.

Thanks a lot for the update.

Madam, the vehicle is ready.

Oh!

Thanks.

Shall I drop you somewhere?

I was just being polite!

Even I offered to push your

vehicle out of politeness!

But you made me

push it for 2 kms!

Let's go.

What you said is true.

About the beard and everything.

It's not just the break-up.

I'm a thief.

The 300 thousand I gave her...?

Did I tell you how I got it?

Sir...

Sir?

Sir!

Your money!

Sir...

To steal is a great sin. But to steal

for someone else, is a greater sin.

Stealing with the hope

that someone else

would return the money

is the greatest sin.

To this day, I haven't been

able to return the money.

Only when you steal,

you know the burden

of living your whole

life with the guilt.

When I was in second grade, I

stole an eraser from my friend.

It was a pink, jasmine

scented eraser.

Whether it's 3 rupees

or 300 thousand...

stealing is stealing.

I stole out of greed.

But you stole for need.

Besides...

you intended to return it.

It's okay.

Sh*t happens in life.

You have to move on.

I'm not just a thief.

But a murderer, too.

What?

After seeing Sowmya off at the airport, I

saw the newspaper later in the evening.

A 65 year old man named Rahim has been

found dead at the Velachery train.

The railway police suspect that he

may have suffered a heart attack.

It was the heart attack

that killed him!

He was sitting up when

I took the money.

But in the newspaper

photograph, he was lying down.

Maybe...

after I took the money...

he woke up to find

that it's gone...

and died from the shock?

Then?

I went to the Railway

Police Station.

What do you want?

Taking refuge from the rain.

- Okay, sit.

Sir, Rahim Bhai...? - You are?

He's my paternal uncle.

- Wait, the inspector will be here.

Where did you buy this?

It's all rice and no meat.

Who is Rahim Bhai? - Sir...

Check the belongings

and sign here.

Mother, how much

money was there?

500 thousand.

Sir!

Sir?

What?

There should be 500 thousand.

Only 5000 is there.

So the money?

Look, the thief has left a note!

Forgive me, sir. I've

taken your 300 thousand.

This money will change my life.

I will return it

within three months.

I've noted down your address.

Forgive me. Yours

truly, Prabhunath.

He has written his name, too.

Must be a ballsy guy.

Anyway, give me

that wad of cash.

You pocketed a few notes?

No, sir. 195 grand, intact.

Then, 75 grand for the inspector.

75 for the sub-inspector.

And we'll clear the rest

between the three of us.

Thank the Almighty for paving the

way for this month's medical bills.

Lord Easwara!

To sum it up...

Thieves steal from us. Police

steal from thieves AND us.

And the hospitals steal from cop

and civilian alike, no disparity.

Long live democracy!

Thanks.

My house is this way. Yours?

That's my room, with the asbestos,

next to the orange house...

But...

why do you ask?

I only told you my story because

you were a total stranger.

Even if we do stumble upon each other,

pretend like you don't know me.

Please. Bye.

Hey...

I know you don't like advice...

But here are three

pieces of advice.

1- Don't tell your story

to random strangers.

There's no guarantee that everyone

will be a nice person like me.

Oh. And?

2- You weren't the only thief.

Those cops did steal, too.

So have I.

Unwittingly or not,

everyone in this world

might have been a cause

for another's death.

So you should just--

- "Move on", shouldn't I?

Okay. Bye.

Wait. There's one more.

What?

Don't smoke from now.

Why? Because I'll get cancer?

No. Because you don't

know how to smoke.

That's why! Bye.

When fishermen from Rameswaram

were fishing near Dhanushkodi...

the Sri Lankan navy

launched an assault

three fishermen were shot dead.

What are you looking at?

Did you bring the cops?

Why did you come here?

Yesterday, you looked like some

derelict who hadn't eaten in days.

See, you're attracting

all these flies.

I was just passing by...

thought I could bring

you some food.

Thank you very much.

Go to the station.

I'll see you there.

The Indian Team has

leaped to victory.

With this win, India move up to

the top spot in the ICC rankings.

How can you just

come to my room?

I'm not even paying for it.

If it is known that a pretty girl like

you had come, I'll get thrown out.

Not just that. I'm a guy.

A bearded guy.

What if I did something to you?

Why are you laughing?

You can't do anything.

What?

Of course.

You told a random girl on the

road, "I'm a thief, a murderer".

"A girl dumped me.

I'm depressed."

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