Padma (2022) Movie Script
1
In the bosom of the night
Where marigolds bloom
You visit the wet petals
Of pilgrim clouds
As the lilies wilt
At the touch of a finger
Am I embracing you
As an indolent wind
As an old song lingers
In the moss ridden stones
in the riverbank
Will I fail as a sleepwalker
In your valleys
Ravi etta...
Did we really need such a big house?
Oh, my Padma...
What's this nonsensical drama?
You said the same thing when we moved from
the rented house in Pettah to the flat.
And again when we shifted
from the flat to this villa.
Sometimes you behave like that old man,
righteous Nair.
He wants tea, but he'll still ask,
'Isn't black tea enough, Ravi?'
When we take a heavy loan,
we'll keep working harder to pay it off.
Then our productivity will increase.
And when my patients see that we live
in such a big and fancy house,
they won't try to bargain.
That's my professional secret!
So, that's your game plan!
Whenever I hear the word loan,
I think of my father.
He had taken a loan from
Nanminda Co-Operative Bank.
And when it's the monthly payment date,
it's a wild commotion in the house!
I shudder to think about it.
Hey, hey! Enough with that
text on screen already!
Come back.
Come here.
Yes!
Who decides what's a living
and a non-living thing?
Like you, I'm also watching
Padma and Ravi's theatrics.
A divorce specialist and a housewife!
Seems like fun, isn't it?
Let's see.
You...
You be mindful of your slang
when you speak to our neighbours, okay?
It sounds very comical, especially after
hearing it on all those TV shows.
Are you talking about our dialect?
But our neighbours in the villa
used to love it.
They used to make me talk for no reason.
It was a time-pass for them.
It does not have to be the same here.
They seem like a high and mighty crowd.
You just be careful.
New people, new world, new situations.
Poor Padma, she's really struggling!
That awkward and harrowing expression
you see on Padma's face
is what new-money women experience
when they talk to women who were born rich.
Come on! Focus on Padma!
Yes! Exactly!
Padma's main predicament
while making new friends
was her slangy twangy dialect.
But why?!
Be proud of your language!
For example,
what do you say to a relative
you're meeting after a long time?
Where you been
all this time, aunty or uncle...
Not like that.
Where have you been all this while, aunty?
Correct! This is what I want.
Do you know why?
My dialect has all these crooks and bends.
I need to make it straight and upright!
We'll make it upright. You be confident!
-Abdu.
-Yes.
He's our new Malayalam master.
Not like that.
Say, 'this is my new Malayalam teacher.'
Yes! He's my teacher!
What a comedy!
Don't you know Malayalam?
She knows Malayalam,
but some words and letters are incomplete.
For example,
what do you say for the sound of thunder?
-Like a bang.
-Not that.
A rummle!
No! RUMBLE!
M B L...
You're paying him to learn this?!
You should've asked me,
I would've taught you.
My dear friend,
you please attend to your job.
Should I attend, get busy or be occupied?
Oh, seems like you're a scholar!
I'm not.
I used to work in a scholar's house,
Girish Puthenchery,
Malayalam poet and lyricist!
With your fingertip you wore me
as the vermillion in your forehead
What does it mean?
What's the meaning?
What does it mean?
Don't pay him unless
he explains the meaning.
I'll go buy milk.
That is...
Obviously it means something...
We've only begun the class, right?
I'll explain it in due course.
That's fine.
Appu, we don't say furnitures.
Just furniture.
It's singular.
Who are you?
Your neighbour, Tara asked me to come...
Ravi etta,
she's here for the part time job.
What's your name?
Jolly.
Allah!
My TikTok Goddess!
Jolly, the dangerous!
The love God resurrects
on this romantic night
If the rain of desire falls
on cupid moonlight
She's a house maid?!
Looks like a pervert!
Jolly...
Jolly?!
How old are you?
Doesn't matter how old you are,
call me chechi, with respect!
Don't get too cheeky!
Nipping it in the bud, I see...
Isn't it better than
losing both our jobs, Abdu?
-Jolly...
-Eh?
I mean, Jolly chechi...
Do you know
what's the easiest job in the world?
Yes, the one you do.
-No!
-Then?
The job our boss does.
Our boss?!
I've been seeing it for years now.
Sitting on his yellow chair,
wearing fake glasses with no power
and listening to complaints all day long!
But there's a catch,
we shouldn't sleep
until we hear the whole story.
Finally, he'll say a dialogue!
"We will deal with this together.
Don't worry!"
I'll also buy a yellow chair
and a pair of glasses.
And I'll also start, 'Psychiatrick'!
That will be just great!
My dear Abdu,
If you've no one to listen to you,
you'll have to pay someone for that.
Once you're married, you'll understand why.
Is it?!
Ya, ya!
Can I be honest?
I am your biggest fan.
Of Jolly, the dangerous!
Have you seen my ID?
I like and comment on all your videos.
Handsome Mallu!
Oh, that scoundrel is you!
Sorry.
Hmph!
Bloody handsome mallu!
Pappa, can I tell you something?
Something explosive, huh?
Tell me...
Our Jolly chechi is a good dancer.
She's a huge sensation on TikTok.
Which Jolly chechi?
Sir, our part time maid!
She's very popular!
-Really?
-Yes, sir.
Aha! Then call her.
Let's see.
Show us a TikTok dance.
Alexa, play 'Dhak dhak.'
Who's Alex?
We have Alexa in our house?!
-Of course.
-Oh, really...
Aren't you the bee stealing honey
Ouch!
from my lips?
An ecstatic moment will come
Bringing the soft rhythm of love
to my body
As we unite unknown to others
As we unite unknown to others
An ecstatic moment will come
Bringing the soft rhythm of love
to my body
When you dance over me
in this romantic night
The moment will bend
like the rainbow of love
You!
What is this?!
Huh?!
At least we know that he's crazy,
but what the hell is wrong with you?!
Tell Alex to...
Alexa, turn off music.
And you...
If you hold that book straight,
you might actually be able to read.
Eh?
Do you know what thoughts were
keeping me up all night?
As soon as they make a fortune,
dads in Kerala
start packing off their kids
to Ooty for schooling.
All for what?
Louis Vuitton bag,
Gucci's sandals,
Berluti sunglasses
and kids studying in Ooty!
The thermometer to measure success
these days, apparently.
We're back to licking European shoes
in Gandhi's land!
Oh, well! Who cares!
Here we're too busy worrying about
when Mullaperiyar Dam will burst
to be concerned about Gucci!
Nevermind.
Coming back to the matter...
Our Padma is becoming lonelier.
They're sending away their kid to Ooty.
Padma is not employed.
Otherwise she could've at least protested.
Listen,
Do we really need to send Appu to Ooty?
Yes.
Children who study in Ooty will be refined.
It's not something schools here provide.
Especially when it comes to
English diction.
What?
That means, pronunciation.
Kids who study in
Good Shepherd, Lawrence and all...
They're a different breed altogether.
Hello.
Hello Ravi!
It's Dr. Merlin.
Ah, yes, Doctor!
Did you change your number?
It's the same old number.
Just admit that you didn't have it.
Heard you got a small palace for yourself?
Nothing like that!
Have you shifted already?
Yes, it has been 4-5 months now.
I had invited you...
for the housewarming...
Neither did I receive an invitation
nor did you send one.
Leave that.
The reason I called is,
my friend's relative,
he's not that comfortable
talking to a female psychologist.
He heard about you and wanted to meet you.
Can I send him over?
You don't have to ask.
-Of course!
-Thank you.
Just a minute, Jayan.
I need to send a message.
Okay.
Okay!
So, tell me.
My wife is having a lesbian relationship.
Okay.
I'm away a lot
as I travel most of the time.
She had a yoga instructor coming over.
They somehow got involved.
To be honest, I didn't have a problem
with their relationship.
It wasn't a guy, it was a girl after all.
My wife was very forthright about it,
she didn't try to hide it.
But now the issue is that
this yoga instructor
has started becoming very possessive.
My wife gets midnight calls when I'm home.
Lightning visits to our house!
This is Jayan's version.
It's all a bunch of lies, sir.
He's a pervert!
Maya, my yoga instructor,
she's the one who usually saves me.
He smokes weed.
And when he does,
he's not the person you normally see.
He persists me for wild things.
Of course,
Maya and I are more than friends.
But that's not just sexual,
we connect on a cosmic level, you know.
Sir, actually, I'm scared that
this Maya will kill me.
Either by giving poison
or by inflicting a snakebite...
I mean... that's the latest trend now.
Since neither of you want a divorce,
I can give you a viable solution.
Okay.
Maya, your yoga instructor...
Jayan is worried she might kill him.
Deepa, if you can give him an assurance
that Maya won't kill him...
Maya won't harm you.
Are you sure?
Obviously! You think she's mad?!
Enough.
That's enough.
That's enough!
There ends the matter.
Okay?
His usual remedy!
-Hello?
-Hey Padma.
-You're coming, right?
-Where to?
It's Rachel's daughter's birthday.
I'm not coming.
Ravi ettan isn't in town.
Where'd he go?
To a conference in Calcutta.
Your favourite singer, right?
He'll be singing today.
Haridas.
Is it?
Then, can you pick me up?
Sure.
Let me get ready.
Why miss a song!
Never miss a song!
-Be ready by five.
-Okay.
The jasmine scented coyness
of your ethereal silence
The shimmer of noontide
hiding across your doorstep
As the luminous lightning
Celebrates our union
Unknown even to the time itself
As a heavy garland in the heart
The jasmine scented coyness
of your ethereal silence
As the magical voice of the conjurer
reaches your ears
As the mist melts in your valley
of your amorous scents
And as it descends
the layers of our being
We dissolve into nothingness
The jasmine scented coyness
of your ethereal silence
The shimmer of noontide
hiding across your doorstep
As the luminous lightning
Celebrates our union
Unknown even to the time itself
As a heavy garland in the heart
The jasmine scented coyness
of your ethereal silence
-Hey, where are you?
-Yes...
Oh, there you are.
Now don't say
I didn't get you anything from Calcutta.
Is it a sari?
Not just any sari!
Sabyasachi Mukherjee!
Oh, it's green...
Classy colour, isn't it?
It is... But I wanted a magenta colour.
-Magenta?!
-Mm.
Do you remember the magenta sari
you got from Pondy Bazaar in Chennai?
Please don't remind me of things
I want to forget.
What do you know about fashion?
I had worn that sari and gone for
Balettan's daughter's wedding.
You should've seen the look
Suma from Rarichankandy gave me that day!
Suma from Rarichankandy...
I'll get you a magenta one next time,
okay, my dear?
If you don't get magenta,
then a nice baby pink!
Okay.
It has been several months since Ravi
and Padma started living in this house.
Let me give you my basic evaluation.
Somebody once said that
a man's life can be defined as
the difference between
what he says and what he does.
It's true. Just watch this.
In lovemaking,
afterplay is just as important as foreplay.
You're passionate with your wife
until you are satisfied.
And then, don't just roll over,
snore and go to sleep.
It's the worst thing you can do to her.
After that,
have a coffee,
go for a drive
or just hug her.
Just hug her and sleep.
Completely pointless, right?
Anyway, continue playing!
Oh, yeah, just remembered.
Did MLA George and his wife
come to you for counselling?
-Huh?
-No comments.
Oh, professional ethics!
Let me tell you something you don't know.
Last Pindi festival,
this George's wife, Reetha
and a hot doctor from Fort Hospital
were caught in a compromising position
in her car by SI Prahaladan and his team.
That female shelled out 25 lakhs
to cover up the case!
She seems so innocent from the outside.
Cannot trust a single woman!
Okay!
Except for a few women like your wife.
Bro, don't generalise all women
because of your personal tragedy.
Start believing in basic human goodness.
At least your sleeping problem
will be sorted.
Ravi etta, look...
That singer, Haridas, who had come to
sing at Appu's birthday?
The beardo?
He has become a huge star on TV.
It's so beautiful to hear him sing.
Do you know that he's from
Koduvally in Kozhikode?
Just listen to this.
-Can you listen to it plugged in?
-What?!
Earphones.
Lower the volume and listen.
Without a second glance,
an afterthought
You wafted the untrodden ways
And the noon burned
Without a permission,
a fellow traveller
Padma!
Padma!
I've been meaning to ask you this.
You used to call me, 'Hey you, Padma!' etc.
Since when did you start calling me
'Padma' so sweetly?
What was the name of the textile shop
opposite Balussery bus stand?
Hmm... Subair's Kannankaatu Textiles.
Kannankaatu Textiles.
Remember when I used to buy you,
three saris for 500 rupees?
-Of course, I remember.
-Blouse free?
Yes, it came attached.
And when did you start wearing
Shyamal & Bhumika and Ritu Kumar?
Give me the correct date.
-Correct... don't remember.
-Don't remember?
You don't remember, right?
Even I don't remember 'Hey you, Padma!'.
Okay, leave that. What's this stain?
Oh! I forgot to tell you about that.
That sari you got me from Calcutta?
Sarvasachi Mukherjee... Her colour ran...
It's not Sarvasachi Mukherjee,
Sabyasachi Mukherjee.
Whatever you call it,
her colour ran and stained.
Her?!
Sabyasachi Mukherjee is a man, not a woman.
-Him? Not her?!
-Him, him!
But there's no way
the colour would run out...
Did you put it in the washing machine?
Should I not have?
Was it hand-wash only?
You should always dry clean, no?
Do something and fix this.
It's a nice shirt.
You can't even wash
such an expensive sari?!
This is why I tell him
not to buy me saris that cost 65000 rupees!
I could get 65 saris for 65000 rupees
and wear it for 65 days!
How am I going to fix this?
So now, Anjana will wear
a long floral dress just up the knee.
Short skirt for Rima?
Wow!
Let's show off some thighs!
Oh, no! Is that necessary?
Renji might create a fuss.
What fuss?! You've toned thighs,
when you have it, flaunt it!
True!
Listen, I need something full covered.
It's already an issue
that I don't cover my hair.
Darling! I have a beautiful
Versace denim for you.
And to go with it, a Valentino flowy top!
Won't see a thing!
Get lost!
By the way,
whose wedding are you dressing up for?
Wedding?! Didn't you tell Padma about it?
It's a social service drive.
We need to give back
to the community we live in.
So, we're...
that beach, what was its name?
Chhapra... chapranam...
-Chellanam.
-Yeah! Chellanam!
Everyone from our club
is going to clean up that beach.
It has become so dirty
cos of the rains this year.
You're dressing up so much
to clean a beach?!
Then?
Should we dress up like a fisherwoman?
Oh, God!
I cannot tolerate this pseudo-socialism!
There'll be media, Padma!
People are going to see us!
It's not for nothing!
We're giving five lakhs!
No one wants to know all that!
That's a good thing.
I'm sorry, Padma.
I kinda lost it. Sorry.
No worries.
Yeah.
No problem.
Dr. Ravishankar?
Yes.
I don't have an appointment
but I really need to talk to you.
Okay.
Come.
Doctor... I'm a porn addict.
My Daddy is a pastor.
Very strict.
And by strict I mean...
I can't even explain it.
Actually, our neighbour,
an uncle, he introduced me to porn.
He had recently moved there.
At first, I thought
he was just trying to be friendly.
A loner. He had no family.
First, he gave me access
to the Wi-Fi in his house.
Then he started sending
those kinda links you know...
Of those sites...
I knew he was trying to manipulate me.
I wanted to rebel against my dad.
I had this guilt that he lived
by scamming the poor and unfortunate.
Also the way he treats my mother.
Of course,
eventually he demanded his pound of flesh.
That neighbour uncle
got transferred to Goa.
But the habit he had developed in me...
it stays with me.
That addiction is killing me.
I know that it'll ruin my life,
my marriage, everything!
I have these weird dreams now.
Bloody orgies!
Do you know all this kinky stuff?
If this goes on,
either I'll become a nymphomaniac
or I'll die.
You will not die.
You won't become a nymphomaniac.
You know why?
Maria, I'm not exactly sure
why you came to consult me.
You've recognised your addiction
and you wish to overcome it.
So actually, you're already cured.
You're well aware that porn
is a heavily bloated up lie.
And that awareness is your medicine.
You don't need me.
Alright...
What's your favourite subject?
I love Maths.
That's great!
The earth's rotation is Mathematics
after all.
Superb!
Same here.
Let's do one thing.
Whenever you feel like watching porn,
let us exchange puzzles.
You text me, I text you back.
Very tough ones.
Forget everything else.
Let us solve this together.
Deal?
-Deal.
-Great!
There's a guy who works in my house.
He keeps singing this song.
With your finger,
you applied vermilion on your forehead...
Yes... it is from the movie,
Raavanaprabhu, right?
-That's the one.
-What a song!
Really great composition.
Could you please sing that?
Sure! Will you sing along?
Uh, oh! Then let me hang up.
Hey, no, don't hang up! I'll sing!
The expressions of love
that I saw on your face
is set aflame in my heart
Aha! When did you reach?
You said you would come and pick me.
A six-hour drive from Ooty!
That too, all alone!
Isn't that an achievement?
Yeah, now you can say whatever.
Darling, I really want to hug you.
But I'm all sweaty,
let me take a shower and come.
Yeah, just make sure you come.
Amma, do you've fork and knife?
Listen, this Ooty isn't that great a place.
What happened?
The boy is saying something and all.
I want my old Appu back.
Just cos he asked for a fork and spoon?
I feel that's just the beginning.
By the way, what is this PS5 and PUBG?
It's exactly like our old games,
Seventies and Boy and Cane.
They just put it into a computer.
You stop worrying.
Ooty kids are not that easy.
Not that easy, huh!
Sreedharan master used to say
something for this.
Ah! Alienation!
Hmmm!
Chechi...
Our boss is a phony!
He hasn't paid your salary this time?
Uff!
I'm not that cheap, okay?
I was just making
a psychological analysis.
Oh! Is that so?
Yes! Only psychological!
He talks in three different slangs.
In Calicut slang to Padma chechi.
In Kottayam slang to Tony sir.
And to his patients,
in a very bookish and formal way.
I'm trying to figure out
who is the real psycho in that house!
I think it's the opposite.
The real psycho is lurking
behind Padma chechi's comedy dialogues.
What happened, man?
Why are you staring at me, huh?!
You're out of this world!
Effortlessly!
Chechi?
So, all my undercover analysis was in vain?
As the champagne flute overflows
I search the eternity
in your milky smiles
Without a second glance,
an afterthought
You wafted the untrodden ways
And the noon burned
Without a permission,
a fellow traveller
And you descend on my being
As the autumn and the moon
Get me that phone.
Not the green one, the white.
Amidst the scent of pomegranates
Your already have a good phone,
then why do you need a new one?
The speaker isn't that great.
I'm not able to hear songs clearly.
Songs?
Whose songs?
All songs...
The usual ones,
generally all songs have this issue.
Aha!
Was yours an arranged marriage?
That's a long story,
will take forever to tell you about it.
Aha, then I need to hear it!
You call me when you're free and bored.
It's a complete comedy script!
A rain plays truant in the sky
As your fingers spin magic in my skin
A monsoon whimpers in the unknown eye
As the pomegranates blossom
You descend as my autumn and moonlight
You descend as my autumn and moonlight
As the champagne flute overflows
I search the eternity
in your milky smiles
Without a second glance,
an afterthought
You wafted the untrodden ways
And the noon burned
Without a permission,
a fellow traveller
And you descend on my being
As the autumn and the moon
Amidst the scent of pomegranates
Why does a stoner
need the shield of liberation?
Who's stopping them?
This feminism that materialises
only when these ladies
lose out on an opportunity or
something happens to someone close to them.
This pseudo feminism is what disgusts me!
Isn't he Dr. Ravi's friend?
Yes, they studied together in college.
A prolific YouTuber.
He gets one million plus views
on each of his videos.
Majority of these people are just waiting
for an opportunity to abuse others.
This Tony's wife, Amala...
You know her, she was in our college.
The curly haired, cat-eyed Amala?
Amala and their architect
had a stormy affair.
The whole world knew except Tony!
One day he caught her pants down,
at a family reunion
in their ancestral house.
The two lovers climbed up the attic
for a quickie.
It was an old house, right?
The attic collapsed!
Amala and her architect fell down
butt naked in front of the entire family
and broke their bones too!
He has been misogynistic ever since.
Amala broke her bones?
Obviously!
Falling from that height!
Both of them were carried out
in a stretcher in front of everyone!
No extra-marital relationship is worth it!
I mean getting mentally involved in it.
We'll think these men
will be with us for life.
Once they get used to our smell and taste,
they immediately start planning
their escape strategy.
We think we finally found our soulmate
and build a fake reality.
Then we go buy them watches and perfumes
and help them select anniversary gifts
for their wives!
And we've to consider their kids
as our own!
What a joke!
Finally, when we realise he has seduced
our best friend behind our back!
We go back to our husbands
and put on another show.
Let it go, Anna.
That's in the past.
Actually, what's the problem here?
Is it that difficult to survive here?
Listen...
Something is wrong with Padma chechi.
Somewhere, something is not right.
You mean the real psycho of this house?
The scenario where,
either she'll kill herself
or she'll kill her husband?
We must at least save her husband!
Hello.
I am at the coffee shop.
Oh, you're there?
Come up.
Room number 510.
Oh, no. I'm not coming up to the room.
Actually, I can't come down right now.
There are some people over there
to whom I owe money.
Either you wait there until they leave
or just come up!
I'll wait here.
Which century are you living in?
So many people come here to see me!
Both men and women!
You just come up!
I'll also be more relaxed in the room.
Let's spend time singing some songs!
Okay.
I'm Dr. Ravi.
I know.
How about we sit there?
It won't be that comfortable here.
Okay.
Sorry Doctor, I wanted to avoid
the awkwardness of sitting in your room.
That's why I asked you to come here.
That's alright!
Don't worry about it.
I've spoken to people even when
I was in the bathroom.
Yes, just to talk...
That's exactly what I want.
I am not a patient, okay?
You know that, right?
Almost everyone who comes to see me
just wants to talk.
They're not patients.
Dr. Gopi told me that.
That's why I came to you.
I...
I will narrate it like a story.
My name is Nelson Mathew.
43 years old.
I was born in Mullanthandu in Idukki.
I started my career by taking up
small road contracts over there.
Oh, I forgot to ask you!
What shall I give you to drink?
I'm having brandy.
Nothing.
Or if you insist, a lime juice.
Jaya...
Ask Kittu to squeeze a whole lemon
and bring one lime juice.
Looks like you're a regular here.
This is my hotel.
Oh!
I didn't know that.
It's the first day of the month, right?
Dry day in Kerala!
So this is the only place
with some peace and quiet!
That's why I thought of coming here.
Yes, Nelson, tell me.
It was a beautiful life, sir.
We started from humble beginnings
and reached here.
Good income,
a good wife,
our children,
a nice house, different cars...
Everything was good.
Oh! I'm sorry.
Let me keep it on silent mode.
It's alright. Please attend the call.
It's okay.
No, that's not how it's supposed to be.
Carry on.
Two months ago,
to be precise, on New Year's Eve,
a party was held at Hotel Hyatt.
That's where I met the actor, Arjun Das.
We quickly became friends.
He's also from Idukki.
You can say I was kind of his admirer.
His mimicry, fun and his sense of humour.
In fact,
my children became closer to him than me.
They liked him a lot.
We became really close.
Even our families were comfortable
with each other.
His wife is a really nice woman.
Maya.
Even his kids,
especially the younger one, Achu.
Thanks.
When we are away,
to keep an eye on our children's nanny
and their tuition teacher,
as a precautionary measure,
I had set up a CCTV in our living room.
As time went by,
we completely forgot about it.
After all, it wasn't in the bedroom.
Last week, when people from the company
came for it's annual maintenance,
I just skimmed through
the recorded footages.
When I'm not home
and when my kids are at school,
Arjun Das comes home to see my wife.
My...
My wife is pretty.
She belonged to a poor family.
Though,
from a certain angle,
she looks like the actress, Shobhana.
Not just in looks,
she was a good person.
He is the reason...
I am not fair-skinned.
Not that attractive either...
He's got a six-pack.
Glamourous.
And extremely funny.
But I'm a good husband
and a very good father.
No matter what anyone says,
that's the truth!
During the last two months
he became my best friend.
I was really sincere.
I never thought he would...
After all, he was my friend, right?
Sir...
Doctor...
On our sofa, where we always
sit and watch TV with our kids...
they both...
Isn't it my sofa?
We went and bought it together...
From a shop nearby...
He was in my bedroom...
In my...
bathroom...
He must have showered in there...
Our...
towel...
I didn't know
she had developed these feelings.
I swear...
She had not changed...
in anyway.
She's exactly how she was with me before.
And that's what is breaking me apart.
Is it really possible?
It's when I think of my children...
They're both mom's pets.
But...
I can't be with her anymore...
She...
smells like him now.
Come in.
I understand, Ashraf.
She doesn't even let me touch her.
How long can we go on like this...
I'm just...
From what I've heard,
your wife's problems are not sexual.
It's mostly emotional.
She has endured
extremely cruel behaviour from you.
It has scarred her for life.
You know what it is.
And that can only be cured gradually,
through communication and love.
Ravi etta...
I want to talk to you.
Let me finish up this Zoom call.
I'll come.
That was my wife.
It's the same story everywhere.
So, now what you need to do is...
I had something to tell you.
Why do you need an introduction for that?
Come on, tell.
That is...
I...
Doctor... they're not here yet.
They haven't reached?
No.
They said they'll be there by 10:30.
Uh, oh!
-I'll take care of it. Don't worry.
-Okay.
Tell me.
That is...
Aha! Correct time!
Hello, Padma.
Haridas.
Don't call me again.
It's not because of you.
we both know that.
If there is any sincerity
in our friendship,
don't call me again.
What happened, Amma?
Who was it?
It's nothing. Go to sleep, dear.
Wake me up early, okay?
-I've set the alarm.
-Good.
Ravi etta...
I...
I don't know how to say this.
You've been like this for a few days now.
Are you not getting proper sleep?
Why do you look upset?
I like someone else.
That means?
An affair.
Who?
Haridas.
Which Haridas?
The one...
who came to sing...
at our son's birthday.
That beardo?
Singer?
I can't live with you anymore.
What to tell... Appu...
-Hi.
-Hi, Doctor.
Come in.
Hi, Ma'am.
Twelve years ago.
Stop, stop, stop!
Is that him?
Yes, it's him.
How did he get inside this?
Hey!
Get up, man!
I said get up!
What are you doing here, etta?
Murali is here too.
Where are we?
One tight slap I'll give you!
Bloody depressed lover!
Come on, walk!
Aha!
-I don't have my sandals.
-We'll get it.
Get his sandals.
-Walk!
-Murali, get my sandals.
-Sandals?
-He'll get it.
How can I go home without sandals?
-Not that way. Over here, get on!
-Here?
-How to get on it?
-Just sit behind him.
-Dhoti...
-Tie your dhoti properly, man!
Just get on the bike!
I'll walk and come. You take him.
Also,
make sure Amma doesn't see him.
Take him towards the well,
give a bath and put him to sleep.
But I already took a bath in the evening.
Be careful. Hold on to him.
Etta, take care and come home soon.
Hold him tightly.
There are dogs, mad dogs!
Uff!
What all problems a woman can create!
Just because some Punjabi girl dumped you,
are you going to drink yourself to death?
Don't you have any shame?
And anyway, did you really think that
I would let her into this house?
His Gurminder Singh!
I sold my property
to send you to Bangalore.
On the assurance that you would study
and become a great psychologist
and buy it back for me!
I've a daughter who's getting older.
I won't put up with
your shenanigans in this house.
He'll be fine once he gets married.
If one girl goes,
another one will come, that's all!
What do you want me to do?
You need to get married.
Not to some Punjabi or Gujarati girl.
Just needs to be a girl
who can speak Malayalam.
I don't care about
caste, religion or money.
Marry anyone you want.
Is it okay if I marry just anyone?
Oh, gosh! Yes, just marry anyone!
Someone!
If anyone is fine...
Look, that girl over there,
if she's not married,
I'll marry her.
Just shut up and get lost!
I'm serious, I'll marry her.
Isn't that Padmaja from Cheroth?
Yes, you're right.
She's not married, right?
Her horoscope has malefic planets.
And she has a flawed horoscope
that has delayed her marriage.
She got so many alliances--
-Malefic planets?
-Yes.
And a flawed horoscope?
Then it's decided,
I'm going to marry her!
What's wrong with this guy?
Padmaja from Cheroth!
This is gonna be amazing!
If you were the one who had an affair,
it would've been completely normal.
Anyway, you both were a
seemingly mismatched couple.
Mismatched?!
This is not what you used to say!
You said, we were the greatest couple
you ever met.
But this wasn't the case back then, bro!
I didn't know you guys had
so many issues...
We didn't have any issues, man!
Or at least,
not anything that I'm aware of!
-What about the sex?
-Very good.
I was okay.
Then why did she?!
Who is this guy?
Some singer.
Not a famous one.
Must be around 40.
He came to sing at
one of our family functions.
And he just swept her off?
This is because of the overconfidence
you gave your wife.
Kitty parties!
Day spending!
Thirties club!
What a show!
And on the first chance she got,
she started philandering!
Tony, you can't bad-mouth my wife.
Don't speak ill about her.
Leave it!
What are you going to do now?
I have no idea.
I'm not able to face her.
Come on!
You can't face her?!
Did you've an affair or did she?!
Be quiet!
Uh-oh!
Shit!
What if such a situation...
happened to your client?
What will you do?
But this is not a client, right?
I'll tell you what you would say.
Love!
It can happen to anyone at anytime!
Extra marital affairs
can happen for no reason.
Love and lust are just human instincts!
This is it, right?
Isn't it true?
So now you pay the price for your truth.
Bro!
What's that stuck on the mirror?
That's her bindi.
So symbolic!
Trashy downmarket bindi
on an imported Belgium mirror!
Why do you drink, Ravi etta?
Because you're heart is in pain!
These morons wont understand that.
You should never stop drinking, my dear.
Even after you get married!
Okay?
Who do you think Ravi is?
The first guy from our village
who went to Bangalore to study.
You know, Ravi...
The day you went off to Bangalore
was a day of mourning for us, young people.
And on top of that, he would send photos
of him hugging that gorgeous Punjabi girl.
It was unbearable!
And who do we have here?
The usual local females
from the neighbourhood!
This was not your mistake, Ravi etta.
You have that other thing.
-What?
-Piles?!
Aids?!
No, man, we say something
in English when we're sad, right?
Depression!
Not depression, frustration!
I can understand you, my dear.
You're the most educated person
in our panchayat.
You learnt psychosis
and you've seen many of its manifestations.
You've accomplished more than a degree.
Yet, you accomplished nothing in life.
Hey, Ravi!
Isn't that your girl?
Have you seen her properly yet?
No.
Wear these glasses.
-Why?
-For some glamour, man!
And now look at her.
You are the rain, unseen,
unfiltered, unhinged, unstoppable
As you stand closer, intimate
I am the beloved lost in a wind
that never appeared
Aha! Not bad, Ravi! She seems cool!
In the hurricane lamps of love
In the honey glazed words of memory
In the strings that missed all beats
-Milk.
-I drink.
Yeah, Amma told me...
about that Punjabi girl...
Gurudwara or something...
Not Gurudwara, Gurminder.
-Nice name.
-That's an old story.
This... I'll hold.
Do you want an apple?
Ap... Apple... No, I don't want.
Will have it later.
-I...
-Mm?
Actually...
The first time I saw you,
I was completely drunk.
They were saying something...
and I just agreed.
No, I shouldn't say I agreed.
Actually...
I only said that I'll marry you.
But later, I felt...
Still...
You still have time to end this and escape.
Because nothing has happened between us.
Do you understand?
Couldn't you've said this
at least two days back?
In that case,
we could've done something to stop this.
If you say it now...
You never called me on the phone also.
Or you could have just
said it over the phone.
You're right, I could've phoned you.
There was no way
I could directly tell you all this.
Even now, it's only cos I had two drinks,
I found the courage to say it.
You may sleep.
Do you...
Do you sleep on the edge
or against the wall?
Nothing particular, I just lie on the bed.
Sometimes I roll from side to side.
I usually lie on that side,
learning on the wall.
Yes, of course.
You can lie like that...
-on that side.
-Shall I drink this?
Sure.
Done?
-Yes.
-Give it to me.
-Thanks.
-You may sleep.
-There's...
-Eh?
Milk moustache!
Here? Wipe it.
Thank you.
-Shall I take the blanket?
-I'll...
No, no, I'll do it. Thanks.
Do you want anything from this?
Grapes.
Sleep.
-Will you turn off the light?
-I'll do it.
Good night.
O, my Goddess!
Amma, you know in the movie
that we watched yesterday.
I've always wanted a long name
like that of Mohanlal's character.
Character names like
Mangalassery Neelakandan,
Poovalli Induchoodan
or like the director, Adoor Gopalakrishnan.
You know adding the name of the place
to our name.
Then why didn't you add the name
of our village to your name?
What?! Vattoli Padmaja?
Which means crazy?!
Are there any decent names around?
The closest bus stop is called Chettakkada!
Then, Luttappimukku, Moorkhan kundu,
Chalikkode...
Better than that is just Padmaja.
Padmaja Ravi.
It's nice.
You know, marriage...
is an unnatural arrangement.
But you married twice, right?
That's why I'm speaking
with such authority.
Us men, we're built differently.
We can't be satisfied with just one woman.
We need the warmth and smell
of different bodies.
Hey, man!
Remember that screw driver
Vilasini's husband stabbed you with?
Isn't it still lodged in your butt?
Shut up, man! Don't remind me about it!
Whenever I remember it,
a pain shoots up from my butt!
What a slick stab from that righteous Nair!
Oh, no! My brother!
Hey, you! Stop right there!
-I saw you!
-Be careful.
Oh, he saw...
Why did they take this route
to go to your house?
-The main road is blocked.
-Is it?
You couldn't take this poor girl
to a doctor, no?
I thought of taking her tomorrow.
Right?
Did you guys go?
Ravi etta, I'm pregnant!
Eh?!
For what?
Now you proved that you're my son.
You liar! You said there's nothing
happening between you two!
Just... once.
You come home, okay!
I'll give you good!
You come now. Enough of his vagaries!
You run through as a silky strand
through the keys of my existence
You are the delicate sweetness
in the cane I lust for
And you come from time
beyond remembrance
Like a wind that traversed distances
In the hurricane lamps of love
In the honey glazed words of memory
In the strings that missed all beats
In the hurricane lamps of love
In the honey glazed words of memory
In the strings that missed all beats
Doctor...
Can we sit in some other space?
This yellow chair and this library,
whole thing looks like a movie set.
You may sit here, at the dining table.
I like it on the dining table.
-Can I smoke?
-No.
Okay.
First, you tried to cancel my appointment.
And now you're not letting me smoke.
Are you alright, Doc?
I'm okay.
Nila. That's my name.
Let's begin, Nila.
I've lost interest in my husband.
Okay.
It has been over four years
since we got married.
These days whenever he touches me...
I don't feel anything.
He keeps trying...
to please me.
Poor guy.
I feel sorry for him.
He's a good person.
He's a doctor.
Well-mannered, good looking.
But, he doesn't turn me on.
In fact, I only have sisterly feelings
towards him now.
What should I do, Doctor?
I think... like...
If you could...
be honest with your husband...
the way you were with me.
Oh, God!
I don't think I can do that.
You have to.
He's your husband.
Don't you... have to share everything...
for the... rest of your... life?
But, he's not the romantic kind.
You know how doctors are generally...
You cannot generalise like that.
Oh! Sorry!
I forgot, you are a doctor.
No, not because of that.
You know, Doctor.
I hate scheduling time for love.
Like in the bedroom after 9.30 at night...
After his work, a shower and a drink...
and only if he's in the mood.
He doesn't even ask if I'm prepared or not.
He is...
He has... a job, right?
He has...
He has... consultations...
He's working all day long, right?
During his work!
Or before going to the hospital!
A quickie!
While worrying if he'll be late to work!
Not just in the bedroom.
Shower, kitchen, living room!
Even on the dining table!
If...
If these are your desires...
I think the only way is to open up to him
and be honest about it.
Doctor, the reason I came is to know
if it is possible for you to talk to him?
I can't.
Can I smoke?
No.
Sigh!
You're pretty useless!
A face fades off, forlorn
As it searches a voice
Oh moonlight,
dwelling on the tearless eye
Be my thought in this journey
A sun in search of the morning light
A memory that deludes the darkness
We wait for a word, a backward glance
I wait...
That didn't come out right.
Let's try once again.
The fan.
Sir...
I've to complete the recording.
May I?
Sir, do you want something to drink?
Ravi etta...
Shouldn't we talk about it?
Should we?
Yes.
Did you sleep with him?
Huh?
Did you?
PHAA!
And she wants to talk about it!
Hi doctor.
Sorry to send this voice note at this hour.
After a very long time,
I didn't feel like watching anything.
I just wanted to share
my excitement with you.
I think I'm over porn.
But you know what?
I'm deeply romantic now.
Hello!
Doc on video call?
I never expected.
Shall I tell you a dialogue
from a local commercial film?
Tell me.
Expect the unexpected.
Doctor, don't mind if I ask.
Are you drunk?
Absolutely.
I'm really drunk.
Once in a while we should drink, right?
Do you drink?
No.
Why?
I don't know why.
I just don't drink.
Not at all?
No.
During Christmas?
Occasionally? Some wine?
No.
So...
You're romantic now.
Thinking about a boyfriend?
No puzzles today?
We don't need puzzles anymore.
You're already romantic
and you're over your addiction.
Huh?
Today we'll talk about
romance in a marriage.
Okay.
Okay.
How's your boyfriend?
Is he handsome?
Not that handsome. But he's okay.
Is an okay-okay boyfriend enough for you?
He... kisses you?
No.
You've never been kissed?
Till now?
No.
What a shame!
Can I go?
Don't trust people.
Sorry... I won't go there.
I like your dress.
What is that? Is it a top?
I mean... sorry, a blouse?
Hey, don't adjust! Don't adjust.
Don't! D... Down!
Down! Down! Down it!
Mary... Ma... M... Maria.
Down it! Don't--
Hello.
Doctor, you're the only person
I trusted in this world.
I never expected this from you.
No... I was just joking.
-Maria...
-I don't want to live anymore.
Please...
I feel like committing suicide.
Hey... Wha... What is this, Maria?
I will commit suicide!
Don't call me again.
Oh shit!
Oh shit!
Tony!
Tony, I've a problem.
Go to her house, beg on your knees,
do anything and solve this issue!
If she hangs herself, you'll be screwed.
I don't know her address, man!
That's not an excuse.
Her last phone call was with you.
You'll be locked up for eternity!
Go! Do something!
What happened?
I heard some sound.
That... That girl, right?
Who?
That... school girl...
the one who comes in uniform.
Yeah.
She made a video call asking for something.
Okay.
I... I...
I was not in my senses.
I spoke to her in a bad way...
-She's saying she'll commit suicide.
-Oh, no!
And I don't know where she lives.
-Did you try calling her?
-She's not answering.
I'll try from my phone.
-Give me her number.
-Here.
-9 8 4 6 0
-9 8 4 6 0
-5 5 5
-5 5 5
-4 4
-4 4
-What was her name?
-M... Mary.
No, no. Maria.
H... Hello, Maria?
I'm Dr. Ravi's wife, Padmaja.
Okay.
I had warned doctor
that this kind of treatment
won't be suitable for girls.
Girls won't take it in that sense, right?
No, no, no.
Doctor called you
while he was sitting with me.
We were sitting together then.
He feels really bad.
When I asked, he told me it's part
of the treatment, so not a big issue.
I mean, we know, right?
I understand.
It's okay. She'll call you.
This phone... it's a strange thing...
I can momentarily
create this fake feeling for you,
that you're the best couple in this world.
Both of you're right.
But you are not right together...
I shall pray that you don't separate.
Hi Ravi.
Long time!
Yeah.
Come, let's sit inside.
Okay.
I'm wondering.
You asked for my counselling
for this matter?
This is like every other case
we deal with on a daily basis.
But it's not our cases
that we deal with everyday.
Are you so shallow, Ravi?
I considered you as one of
the most brilliant minds in our tribe.
One knock and you're down to splinters?
Really?!
Doctor,
I'm here because you're the only person
I can be honest with.
I need you as a doctor.
Not as a friend.
I need therapy.
Tony is calling. Can I take it?
No.
Switch it off.
If you want to be treated as a patient,
behave like one.
Okay.
So Ravi, let's begin.
I might be very frank and brutal with you.
I know.
From outside,
your marriage looks like a mismatch.
There is some incompatibility somewhere.
Educational, cultural,
lifestyle, attitude gap.
That's wrong.
There is no such gap between us.
I'm hiding behind a curtain
of refinement and sophistication
and she's not, that's all.
We both belong to
lower middle-class backgrounds.
In fact, my family was financially inferior
to hers at the time of our wedding.
We are both small town.
Oh!
That's quite a revelation.
Most people don't know...
I was an alcoholic.
I was a complete addict when I married her.
A stupid love failure,
while I was studying in Bangalore.
She was the one who brought me back to life
from all that.
I...
I was a bad man.
Insensitive,
cruel, at times.
She has endured a lot.
But she was strong, determined.
-Ravi etta...
-Hmm.
There will be a lot of expenses
for the delivery.
How are we going to manage?
But you're just three months now.
We need to think about it now, right?
How can we seek help from your brother
for our child?
When you were working at that parallel
college, we at least had some income.
Shall we do one thing?
Let's shift to a government hospital?
Why?
Then we don't need to beg for help, no?
We still have 5-6 months left.
I'll handle it.
Will you?
You don't trust me?
No.
Ravi etta, if you're not
interested in teaching, don't do it.
Why don't you talk to people?
Amma told me that
when you speak to people
who are mentally unwell,
they get some relief.
And that you've cured
a lot of people's illnesses.
Our neighbour, Radha's son,
the one who acts in theatre plays.
He has some problem.
Will you talk to him?
Sir,
I've been an active theatre artist
for twelve years.
My problem is the character
I've been playing for the past six years.
Shakuni.
Now I've all the behavioural traits
of Shakuni.
Bad-mouthing, slandering and what not.
Thanks to which, I'm getting beaten up
wherever I go.
Hateful talk is one of my passions
right now.
For example, now when I'm in your house,
the only thought in my mind is
how to separate you and your wife.
Oh, my mother! Did we just invite trouble?!
Hey beloved sparrow,
who flew away in the flamy winds
Come back, the rains are here
You've to make money, Ravi etta.
Not a lot.
Just enough for us to live
without depending on anyone.
A silvery moon awaits
As the lily wilted in his shine
Hey beloved, I see you
in a hazy dream
Come back with those feathers
which had lost lustre
Our son is our life, Ravi etta.
Don't drink in front of him.
And don't come home when you're drunk.
You do whatever you want when we're alone.
But don't demean yourself in front of him.
As the strings search for tune
As the corners of of your eyes speak
In the voluptuous midnight
of dancing pigeons
In the eye of winds
that transcends the whispers of night
Let me drench myself
Hey beloved sparrow,
who flew away in the flamy winds
Come back, the rains are here
When she gave me a child,
I started loving my life once again.
She made me dream big.
She taught me to dream,
to study more,
to quit my lecturer job
and start my own consultation,
to move up the social ladder,
to earn money, basically.
The confidence she had in me...
made me who I am today.
I would be nothing if it wasn't for her.
We came to this metropolitan city
from a mediocre town.
For some reason, she couldn't gel
with the snobbish crowd here.
I became busier day by day.
The only respect she had here, our son,
I packed him off to Ooty!
And like that, without me even realising,
she was getting cornered from all sides.
Meanwhile, she meets someone
who matches her sensibilities,
who sings her favourite songs,
and who spends time talking with her
and listening to her.
So, one thing leads to the other and...
you know!
We actually have
a lot of reasons to justify her,
don't we, Doctor?
So, you want to justify her.
Right, Ravi?
You're totally into her.
I am, Doctor.
I am.
Now I think...
I envy you both.
Didn't we learn that,
mind is like a monkey?
It's clichd.
But...
While jumping from one branch to another,
if some branches break and fall,
is it because the branch
wasn't strong enough
or is it the monkey's fault?
No idea.
It's a matter of debate.
Can't you forget?
Forgive?
I tried, Doctor.
I'm still trying.
Even now, every moment I'm sitting here.
I'm dying to go back to my old life...
which I thought was perfect.
Maybe it wasn't the same for her.
It must've been the same for her as well.
See, these things happen
in a moment of emotional imbalance.
Even you, a doctor,
didn't you flirt with that schoolgirl?
Humans falter.
They make mistakes.
Padma confessed it to you.
She could've hidden it from you.
In your busy schedule,
you would've never found out.
She thought you would understand.
Yeah.
I messed up.
Not yet.
If you're able to think above and beyond
an average Malayali man.
Didn't she bring a true-blue alcoholic
like you back to life?
Why can't you help her come out of this?
Imagine yourself
in a hypothetical situation.
What if Padma passes away?
She is no more.
To wake up with you,
to have a conversation, to quarrel,
to love, to travel along with...
she is not there.
She won't come back
even if you long for it.
Just think.
Imagine that situation.
The present situation
is not as bad as that, right?
Just a glitch!
A small wound, let it be.
It'll be healed.
Ravi,
trust me on this.
There's a magic in forgetting.
Magic of forgetting!
The magic of forgetting and forgiving.
It's real.
But, God has bestowed upon us a blessing
to make sure that we don't forget anything.
Our friends.
Hey, Padma.
Where are you? No news!
I'm at home.
You don't call me at all nowadays!
I've been quite busy...
managing the doctor's things...
Speaking of the doctor, I saw him today.
He didn't see me.
I went to Dr. Merlin's today.
She's my husband's cousin.
Her assistant asked me to wait
as some counselling session was going on.
So I just peeped in to see who it was.
And I see that Dr. Ravi is the patient!
I was shocked.
I mean, maybe they were just
having a professional discussion.
Right?
Yeah.
Anyway, he seemed quite upset.
Maybe, that's just my feeling.
All okay, right?
Good.
Come out once in a while!
Everyone misses your talks!
I will.
Okay dear, take care.
Hi Sameera!
Guess who I saw at Merlin's!
Dr. Ravishankar!
Sir, Chechi left.
Where did she go?
She asked me to give this to you.
She tried calling you many times.
She left home crying.
Your phone was switched off.
She was crying a lot.
An anonymous whisper by the ear
A shadow unknown
In my sleepless nights
As your feet conjures a dream
In the eye of winds that
transcends the whispers of night
Let me drench myself
Hey beloved sparrow,
who flew away in the flamy winds
Come back, the rains are here
Listen...
Nanminda Boys,
Balussery Upper Primary,
none of those!
Not because they're bad.
But our boy won't fit in.
Let's find a school in Ernakulam.
No more Ooty, okay?
Kannankaatu Textiles...
magenta colour sari.
What all drama, Ravi etta!
Come. Have tea.
Appu...
I'm not coming back there, Ravi etta.
That house is not right for me.
I'm not trying blame the house
for my mistakes.
I've not had any peace of mind
since I stepped foot in that house.
Hey you!
The reason I told you everything
was not because
I thought you'll understand me
since you're a psychologist.
I just can't hide anything from you.
Let it go now.
It is no longer there between us.
It will be there.
Let it be...
I have peace of mind here.
I love you more than ever now.
And a relief that,
I've nothing to hide from you.
Ravi etta...
-When did you come?
-Aji...
This morning.
You've become thin.
-Have I?
-Yeah.
I don't work in AC rooms like you, right?
Oh! Counterattack!
You're still as handsome as ever.
-Am I?
-Shall I get you tea?
-Yes, please.
-Padma, do you want fish?
Ah, yes. What have you got?
Seer fish?
There's sole fish, squid, mussels.
What do you want?
I'll take mussels.
Who is this newbie?
Not a newbie, this is my husband!
Oh! Is this Ravi ettan?
You look all different now.
With specs and a clean shave!
Tell me one thing,
do you get these fishes in Ernakulam?
Sole fish, squid and all?
We don't get sole fish.
What do we get there, Ravi etta?
Over there, we...
Mangrove red snapper, sea bass,
grouper fish, only such big shots!
Anyway, I can bet that the
fish from Kochi lake
won't be as tasty as the ones
from our Korapuzha river.
Ravi and Padma sold that house.
When the new residents arrived,
they trashed me along with
other unwanted items.
And then this chechi found me,
like a diamond in the trash!
While hanging in this bag
and swinging around...
Our dear Lalettan's famous dialogue
comes to my mind.
Oh, my!
What a structure, my dear Chechi!
Hey! By the way...
This isn't a politically correct statement,
okay?
I was joking!
Just pure humour!
Don't create any unnecessary controversy
and get us an 'A' certificate, bro!
Alright then,
let us meet at the next house!
Bye, good day.
In the hurricane lamps of love
In the honey glazed words of memory
In the strings that missed all beats
In the hurricane lamps of love
In the honey glazed words of memory
In the strings that missed all beats
In the bosom of the night
Where marigolds bloom
You visit the wet petals
Of pilgrim clouds
As the lilies wilt
At the touch of a finger
Am I embracing you
As an indolent wind
As an old song lingers
In the moss ridden stones
in the riverbank
Will I fail as a sleepwalker
In your valleys
Ravi etta...
Did we really need such a big house?
Oh, my Padma...
What's this nonsensical drama?
You said the same thing when we moved from
the rented house in Pettah to the flat.
And again when we shifted
from the flat to this villa.
Sometimes you behave like that old man,
righteous Nair.
He wants tea, but he'll still ask,
'Isn't black tea enough, Ravi?'
When we take a heavy loan,
we'll keep working harder to pay it off.
Then our productivity will increase.
And when my patients see that we live
in such a big and fancy house,
they won't try to bargain.
That's my professional secret!
So, that's your game plan!
Whenever I hear the word loan,
I think of my father.
He had taken a loan from
Nanminda Co-Operative Bank.
And when it's the monthly payment date,
it's a wild commotion in the house!
I shudder to think about it.
Hey, hey! Enough with that
text on screen already!
Come back.
Come here.
Yes!
Who decides what's a living
and a non-living thing?
Like you, I'm also watching
Padma and Ravi's theatrics.
A divorce specialist and a housewife!
Seems like fun, isn't it?
Let's see.
You...
You be mindful of your slang
when you speak to our neighbours, okay?
It sounds very comical, especially after
hearing it on all those TV shows.
Are you talking about our dialect?
But our neighbours in the villa
used to love it.
They used to make me talk for no reason.
It was a time-pass for them.
It does not have to be the same here.
They seem like a high and mighty crowd.
You just be careful.
New people, new world, new situations.
Poor Padma, she's really struggling!
That awkward and harrowing expression
you see on Padma's face
is what new-money women experience
when they talk to women who were born rich.
Come on! Focus on Padma!
Yes! Exactly!
Padma's main predicament
while making new friends
was her slangy twangy dialect.
But why?!
Be proud of your language!
For example,
what do you say to a relative
you're meeting after a long time?
Where you been
all this time, aunty or uncle...
Not like that.
Where have you been all this while, aunty?
Correct! This is what I want.
Do you know why?
My dialect has all these crooks and bends.
I need to make it straight and upright!
We'll make it upright. You be confident!
-Abdu.
-Yes.
He's our new Malayalam master.
Not like that.
Say, 'this is my new Malayalam teacher.'
Yes! He's my teacher!
What a comedy!
Don't you know Malayalam?
She knows Malayalam,
but some words and letters are incomplete.
For example,
what do you say for the sound of thunder?
-Like a bang.
-Not that.
A rummle!
No! RUMBLE!
M B L...
You're paying him to learn this?!
You should've asked me,
I would've taught you.
My dear friend,
you please attend to your job.
Should I attend, get busy or be occupied?
Oh, seems like you're a scholar!
I'm not.
I used to work in a scholar's house,
Girish Puthenchery,
Malayalam poet and lyricist!
With your fingertip you wore me
as the vermillion in your forehead
What does it mean?
What's the meaning?
What does it mean?
Don't pay him unless
he explains the meaning.
I'll go buy milk.
That is...
Obviously it means something...
We've only begun the class, right?
I'll explain it in due course.
That's fine.
Appu, we don't say furnitures.
Just furniture.
It's singular.
Who are you?
Your neighbour, Tara asked me to come...
Ravi etta,
she's here for the part time job.
What's your name?
Jolly.
Allah!
My TikTok Goddess!
Jolly, the dangerous!
The love God resurrects
on this romantic night
If the rain of desire falls
on cupid moonlight
She's a house maid?!
Looks like a pervert!
Jolly...
Jolly?!
How old are you?
Doesn't matter how old you are,
call me chechi, with respect!
Don't get too cheeky!
Nipping it in the bud, I see...
Isn't it better than
losing both our jobs, Abdu?
-Jolly...
-Eh?
I mean, Jolly chechi...
Do you know
what's the easiest job in the world?
Yes, the one you do.
-No!
-Then?
The job our boss does.
Our boss?!
I've been seeing it for years now.
Sitting on his yellow chair,
wearing fake glasses with no power
and listening to complaints all day long!
But there's a catch,
we shouldn't sleep
until we hear the whole story.
Finally, he'll say a dialogue!
"We will deal with this together.
Don't worry!"
I'll also buy a yellow chair
and a pair of glasses.
And I'll also start, 'Psychiatrick'!
That will be just great!
My dear Abdu,
If you've no one to listen to you,
you'll have to pay someone for that.
Once you're married, you'll understand why.
Is it?!
Ya, ya!
Can I be honest?
I am your biggest fan.
Of Jolly, the dangerous!
Have you seen my ID?
I like and comment on all your videos.
Handsome Mallu!
Oh, that scoundrel is you!
Sorry.
Hmph!
Bloody handsome mallu!
Pappa, can I tell you something?
Something explosive, huh?
Tell me...
Our Jolly chechi is a good dancer.
She's a huge sensation on TikTok.
Which Jolly chechi?
Sir, our part time maid!
She's very popular!
-Really?
-Yes, sir.
Aha! Then call her.
Let's see.
Show us a TikTok dance.
Alexa, play 'Dhak dhak.'
Who's Alex?
We have Alexa in our house?!
-Of course.
-Oh, really...
Aren't you the bee stealing honey
Ouch!
from my lips?
An ecstatic moment will come
Bringing the soft rhythm of love
to my body
As we unite unknown to others
As we unite unknown to others
An ecstatic moment will come
Bringing the soft rhythm of love
to my body
When you dance over me
in this romantic night
The moment will bend
like the rainbow of love
You!
What is this?!
Huh?!
At least we know that he's crazy,
but what the hell is wrong with you?!
Tell Alex to...
Alexa, turn off music.
And you...
If you hold that book straight,
you might actually be able to read.
Eh?
Do you know what thoughts were
keeping me up all night?
As soon as they make a fortune,
dads in Kerala
start packing off their kids
to Ooty for schooling.
All for what?
Louis Vuitton bag,
Gucci's sandals,
Berluti sunglasses
and kids studying in Ooty!
The thermometer to measure success
these days, apparently.
We're back to licking European shoes
in Gandhi's land!
Oh, well! Who cares!
Here we're too busy worrying about
when Mullaperiyar Dam will burst
to be concerned about Gucci!
Nevermind.
Coming back to the matter...
Our Padma is becoming lonelier.
They're sending away their kid to Ooty.
Padma is not employed.
Otherwise she could've at least protested.
Listen,
Do we really need to send Appu to Ooty?
Yes.
Children who study in Ooty will be refined.
It's not something schools here provide.
Especially when it comes to
English diction.
What?
That means, pronunciation.
Kids who study in
Good Shepherd, Lawrence and all...
They're a different breed altogether.
Hello.
Hello Ravi!
It's Dr. Merlin.
Ah, yes, Doctor!
Did you change your number?
It's the same old number.
Just admit that you didn't have it.
Heard you got a small palace for yourself?
Nothing like that!
Have you shifted already?
Yes, it has been 4-5 months now.
I had invited you...
for the housewarming...
Neither did I receive an invitation
nor did you send one.
Leave that.
The reason I called is,
my friend's relative,
he's not that comfortable
talking to a female psychologist.
He heard about you and wanted to meet you.
Can I send him over?
You don't have to ask.
-Of course!
-Thank you.
Just a minute, Jayan.
I need to send a message.
Okay.
Okay!
So, tell me.
My wife is having a lesbian relationship.
Okay.
I'm away a lot
as I travel most of the time.
She had a yoga instructor coming over.
They somehow got involved.
To be honest, I didn't have a problem
with their relationship.
It wasn't a guy, it was a girl after all.
My wife was very forthright about it,
she didn't try to hide it.
But now the issue is that
this yoga instructor
has started becoming very possessive.
My wife gets midnight calls when I'm home.
Lightning visits to our house!
This is Jayan's version.
It's all a bunch of lies, sir.
He's a pervert!
Maya, my yoga instructor,
she's the one who usually saves me.
He smokes weed.
And when he does,
he's not the person you normally see.
He persists me for wild things.
Of course,
Maya and I are more than friends.
But that's not just sexual,
we connect on a cosmic level, you know.
Sir, actually, I'm scared that
this Maya will kill me.
Either by giving poison
or by inflicting a snakebite...
I mean... that's the latest trend now.
Since neither of you want a divorce,
I can give you a viable solution.
Okay.
Maya, your yoga instructor...
Jayan is worried she might kill him.
Deepa, if you can give him an assurance
that Maya won't kill him...
Maya won't harm you.
Are you sure?
Obviously! You think she's mad?!
Enough.
That's enough.
That's enough!
There ends the matter.
Okay?
His usual remedy!
-Hello?
-Hey Padma.
-You're coming, right?
-Where to?
It's Rachel's daughter's birthday.
I'm not coming.
Ravi ettan isn't in town.
Where'd he go?
To a conference in Calcutta.
Your favourite singer, right?
He'll be singing today.
Haridas.
Is it?
Then, can you pick me up?
Sure.
Let me get ready.
Why miss a song!
Never miss a song!
-Be ready by five.
-Okay.
The jasmine scented coyness
of your ethereal silence
The shimmer of noontide
hiding across your doorstep
As the luminous lightning
Celebrates our union
Unknown even to the time itself
As a heavy garland in the heart
The jasmine scented coyness
of your ethereal silence
As the magical voice of the conjurer
reaches your ears
As the mist melts in your valley
of your amorous scents
And as it descends
the layers of our being
We dissolve into nothingness
The jasmine scented coyness
of your ethereal silence
The shimmer of noontide
hiding across your doorstep
As the luminous lightning
Celebrates our union
Unknown even to the time itself
As a heavy garland in the heart
The jasmine scented coyness
of your ethereal silence
-Hey, where are you?
-Yes...
Oh, there you are.
Now don't say
I didn't get you anything from Calcutta.
Is it a sari?
Not just any sari!
Sabyasachi Mukherjee!
Oh, it's green...
Classy colour, isn't it?
It is... But I wanted a magenta colour.
-Magenta?!
-Mm.
Do you remember the magenta sari
you got from Pondy Bazaar in Chennai?
Please don't remind me of things
I want to forget.
What do you know about fashion?
I had worn that sari and gone for
Balettan's daughter's wedding.
You should've seen the look
Suma from Rarichankandy gave me that day!
Suma from Rarichankandy...
I'll get you a magenta one next time,
okay, my dear?
If you don't get magenta,
then a nice baby pink!
Okay.
It has been several months since Ravi
and Padma started living in this house.
Let me give you my basic evaluation.
Somebody once said that
a man's life can be defined as
the difference between
what he says and what he does.
It's true. Just watch this.
In lovemaking,
afterplay is just as important as foreplay.
You're passionate with your wife
until you are satisfied.
And then, don't just roll over,
snore and go to sleep.
It's the worst thing you can do to her.
After that,
have a coffee,
go for a drive
or just hug her.
Just hug her and sleep.
Completely pointless, right?
Anyway, continue playing!
Oh, yeah, just remembered.
Did MLA George and his wife
come to you for counselling?
-Huh?
-No comments.
Oh, professional ethics!
Let me tell you something you don't know.
Last Pindi festival,
this George's wife, Reetha
and a hot doctor from Fort Hospital
were caught in a compromising position
in her car by SI Prahaladan and his team.
That female shelled out 25 lakhs
to cover up the case!
She seems so innocent from the outside.
Cannot trust a single woman!
Okay!
Except for a few women like your wife.
Bro, don't generalise all women
because of your personal tragedy.
Start believing in basic human goodness.
At least your sleeping problem
will be sorted.
Ravi etta, look...
That singer, Haridas, who had come to
sing at Appu's birthday?
The beardo?
He has become a huge star on TV.
It's so beautiful to hear him sing.
Do you know that he's from
Koduvally in Kozhikode?
Just listen to this.
-Can you listen to it plugged in?
-What?!
Earphones.
Lower the volume and listen.
Without a second glance,
an afterthought
You wafted the untrodden ways
And the noon burned
Without a permission,
a fellow traveller
Padma!
Padma!
I've been meaning to ask you this.
You used to call me, 'Hey you, Padma!' etc.
Since when did you start calling me
'Padma' so sweetly?
What was the name of the textile shop
opposite Balussery bus stand?
Hmm... Subair's Kannankaatu Textiles.
Kannankaatu Textiles.
Remember when I used to buy you,
three saris for 500 rupees?
-Of course, I remember.
-Blouse free?
Yes, it came attached.
And when did you start wearing
Shyamal & Bhumika and Ritu Kumar?
Give me the correct date.
-Correct... don't remember.
-Don't remember?
You don't remember, right?
Even I don't remember 'Hey you, Padma!'.
Okay, leave that. What's this stain?
Oh! I forgot to tell you about that.
That sari you got me from Calcutta?
Sarvasachi Mukherjee... Her colour ran...
It's not Sarvasachi Mukherjee,
Sabyasachi Mukherjee.
Whatever you call it,
her colour ran and stained.
Her?!
Sabyasachi Mukherjee is a man, not a woman.
-Him? Not her?!
-Him, him!
But there's no way
the colour would run out...
Did you put it in the washing machine?
Should I not have?
Was it hand-wash only?
You should always dry clean, no?
Do something and fix this.
It's a nice shirt.
You can't even wash
such an expensive sari?!
This is why I tell him
not to buy me saris that cost 65000 rupees!
I could get 65 saris for 65000 rupees
and wear it for 65 days!
How am I going to fix this?
So now, Anjana will wear
a long floral dress just up the knee.
Short skirt for Rima?
Wow!
Let's show off some thighs!
Oh, no! Is that necessary?
Renji might create a fuss.
What fuss?! You've toned thighs,
when you have it, flaunt it!
True!
Listen, I need something full covered.
It's already an issue
that I don't cover my hair.
Darling! I have a beautiful
Versace denim for you.
And to go with it, a Valentino flowy top!
Won't see a thing!
Get lost!
By the way,
whose wedding are you dressing up for?
Wedding?! Didn't you tell Padma about it?
It's a social service drive.
We need to give back
to the community we live in.
So, we're...
that beach, what was its name?
Chhapra... chapranam...
-Chellanam.
-Yeah! Chellanam!
Everyone from our club
is going to clean up that beach.
It has become so dirty
cos of the rains this year.
You're dressing up so much
to clean a beach?!
Then?
Should we dress up like a fisherwoman?
Oh, God!
I cannot tolerate this pseudo-socialism!
There'll be media, Padma!
People are going to see us!
It's not for nothing!
We're giving five lakhs!
No one wants to know all that!
That's a good thing.
I'm sorry, Padma.
I kinda lost it. Sorry.
No worries.
Yeah.
No problem.
Dr. Ravishankar?
Yes.
I don't have an appointment
but I really need to talk to you.
Okay.
Come.
Doctor... I'm a porn addict.
My Daddy is a pastor.
Very strict.
And by strict I mean...
I can't even explain it.
Actually, our neighbour,
an uncle, he introduced me to porn.
He had recently moved there.
At first, I thought
he was just trying to be friendly.
A loner. He had no family.
First, he gave me access
to the Wi-Fi in his house.
Then he started sending
those kinda links you know...
Of those sites...
I knew he was trying to manipulate me.
I wanted to rebel against my dad.
I had this guilt that he lived
by scamming the poor and unfortunate.
Also the way he treats my mother.
Of course,
eventually he demanded his pound of flesh.
That neighbour uncle
got transferred to Goa.
But the habit he had developed in me...
it stays with me.
That addiction is killing me.
I know that it'll ruin my life,
my marriage, everything!
I have these weird dreams now.
Bloody orgies!
Do you know all this kinky stuff?
If this goes on,
either I'll become a nymphomaniac
or I'll die.
You will not die.
You won't become a nymphomaniac.
You know why?
Maria, I'm not exactly sure
why you came to consult me.
You've recognised your addiction
and you wish to overcome it.
So actually, you're already cured.
You're well aware that porn
is a heavily bloated up lie.
And that awareness is your medicine.
You don't need me.
Alright...
What's your favourite subject?
I love Maths.
That's great!
The earth's rotation is Mathematics
after all.
Superb!
Same here.
Let's do one thing.
Whenever you feel like watching porn,
let us exchange puzzles.
You text me, I text you back.
Very tough ones.
Forget everything else.
Let us solve this together.
Deal?
-Deal.
-Great!
There's a guy who works in my house.
He keeps singing this song.
With your finger,
you applied vermilion on your forehead...
Yes... it is from the movie,
Raavanaprabhu, right?
-That's the one.
-What a song!
Really great composition.
Could you please sing that?
Sure! Will you sing along?
Uh, oh! Then let me hang up.
Hey, no, don't hang up! I'll sing!
The expressions of love
that I saw on your face
is set aflame in my heart
Aha! When did you reach?
You said you would come and pick me.
A six-hour drive from Ooty!
That too, all alone!
Isn't that an achievement?
Yeah, now you can say whatever.
Darling, I really want to hug you.
But I'm all sweaty,
let me take a shower and come.
Yeah, just make sure you come.
Amma, do you've fork and knife?
Listen, this Ooty isn't that great a place.
What happened?
The boy is saying something and all.
I want my old Appu back.
Just cos he asked for a fork and spoon?
I feel that's just the beginning.
By the way, what is this PS5 and PUBG?
It's exactly like our old games,
Seventies and Boy and Cane.
They just put it into a computer.
You stop worrying.
Ooty kids are not that easy.
Not that easy, huh!
Sreedharan master used to say
something for this.
Ah! Alienation!
Hmmm!
Chechi...
Our boss is a phony!
He hasn't paid your salary this time?
Uff!
I'm not that cheap, okay?
I was just making
a psychological analysis.
Oh! Is that so?
Yes! Only psychological!
He talks in three different slangs.
In Calicut slang to Padma chechi.
In Kottayam slang to Tony sir.
And to his patients,
in a very bookish and formal way.
I'm trying to figure out
who is the real psycho in that house!
I think it's the opposite.
The real psycho is lurking
behind Padma chechi's comedy dialogues.
What happened, man?
Why are you staring at me, huh?!
You're out of this world!
Effortlessly!
Chechi?
So, all my undercover analysis was in vain?
As the champagne flute overflows
I search the eternity
in your milky smiles
Without a second glance,
an afterthought
You wafted the untrodden ways
And the noon burned
Without a permission,
a fellow traveller
And you descend on my being
As the autumn and the moon
Get me that phone.
Not the green one, the white.
Amidst the scent of pomegranates
Your already have a good phone,
then why do you need a new one?
The speaker isn't that great.
I'm not able to hear songs clearly.
Songs?
Whose songs?
All songs...
The usual ones,
generally all songs have this issue.
Aha!
Was yours an arranged marriage?
That's a long story,
will take forever to tell you about it.
Aha, then I need to hear it!
You call me when you're free and bored.
It's a complete comedy script!
A rain plays truant in the sky
As your fingers spin magic in my skin
A monsoon whimpers in the unknown eye
As the pomegranates blossom
You descend as my autumn and moonlight
You descend as my autumn and moonlight
As the champagne flute overflows
I search the eternity
in your milky smiles
Without a second glance,
an afterthought
You wafted the untrodden ways
And the noon burned
Without a permission,
a fellow traveller
And you descend on my being
As the autumn and the moon
Amidst the scent of pomegranates
Why does a stoner
need the shield of liberation?
Who's stopping them?
This feminism that materialises
only when these ladies
lose out on an opportunity or
something happens to someone close to them.
This pseudo feminism is what disgusts me!
Isn't he Dr. Ravi's friend?
Yes, they studied together in college.
A prolific YouTuber.
He gets one million plus views
on each of his videos.
Majority of these people are just waiting
for an opportunity to abuse others.
This Tony's wife, Amala...
You know her, she was in our college.
The curly haired, cat-eyed Amala?
Amala and their architect
had a stormy affair.
The whole world knew except Tony!
One day he caught her pants down,
at a family reunion
in their ancestral house.
The two lovers climbed up the attic
for a quickie.
It was an old house, right?
The attic collapsed!
Amala and her architect fell down
butt naked in front of the entire family
and broke their bones too!
He has been misogynistic ever since.
Amala broke her bones?
Obviously!
Falling from that height!
Both of them were carried out
in a stretcher in front of everyone!
No extra-marital relationship is worth it!
I mean getting mentally involved in it.
We'll think these men
will be with us for life.
Once they get used to our smell and taste,
they immediately start planning
their escape strategy.
We think we finally found our soulmate
and build a fake reality.
Then we go buy them watches and perfumes
and help them select anniversary gifts
for their wives!
And we've to consider their kids
as our own!
What a joke!
Finally, when we realise he has seduced
our best friend behind our back!
We go back to our husbands
and put on another show.
Let it go, Anna.
That's in the past.
Actually, what's the problem here?
Is it that difficult to survive here?
Listen...
Something is wrong with Padma chechi.
Somewhere, something is not right.
You mean the real psycho of this house?
The scenario where,
either she'll kill herself
or she'll kill her husband?
We must at least save her husband!
Hello.
I am at the coffee shop.
Oh, you're there?
Come up.
Room number 510.
Oh, no. I'm not coming up to the room.
Actually, I can't come down right now.
There are some people over there
to whom I owe money.
Either you wait there until they leave
or just come up!
I'll wait here.
Which century are you living in?
So many people come here to see me!
Both men and women!
You just come up!
I'll also be more relaxed in the room.
Let's spend time singing some songs!
Okay.
I'm Dr. Ravi.
I know.
How about we sit there?
It won't be that comfortable here.
Okay.
Sorry Doctor, I wanted to avoid
the awkwardness of sitting in your room.
That's why I asked you to come here.
That's alright!
Don't worry about it.
I've spoken to people even when
I was in the bathroom.
Yes, just to talk...
That's exactly what I want.
I am not a patient, okay?
You know that, right?
Almost everyone who comes to see me
just wants to talk.
They're not patients.
Dr. Gopi told me that.
That's why I came to you.
I...
I will narrate it like a story.
My name is Nelson Mathew.
43 years old.
I was born in Mullanthandu in Idukki.
I started my career by taking up
small road contracts over there.
Oh, I forgot to ask you!
What shall I give you to drink?
I'm having brandy.
Nothing.
Or if you insist, a lime juice.
Jaya...
Ask Kittu to squeeze a whole lemon
and bring one lime juice.
Looks like you're a regular here.
This is my hotel.
Oh!
I didn't know that.
It's the first day of the month, right?
Dry day in Kerala!
So this is the only place
with some peace and quiet!
That's why I thought of coming here.
Yes, Nelson, tell me.
It was a beautiful life, sir.
We started from humble beginnings
and reached here.
Good income,
a good wife,
our children,
a nice house, different cars...
Everything was good.
Oh! I'm sorry.
Let me keep it on silent mode.
It's alright. Please attend the call.
It's okay.
No, that's not how it's supposed to be.
Carry on.
Two months ago,
to be precise, on New Year's Eve,
a party was held at Hotel Hyatt.
That's where I met the actor, Arjun Das.
We quickly became friends.
He's also from Idukki.
You can say I was kind of his admirer.
His mimicry, fun and his sense of humour.
In fact,
my children became closer to him than me.
They liked him a lot.
We became really close.
Even our families were comfortable
with each other.
His wife is a really nice woman.
Maya.
Even his kids,
especially the younger one, Achu.
Thanks.
When we are away,
to keep an eye on our children's nanny
and their tuition teacher,
as a precautionary measure,
I had set up a CCTV in our living room.
As time went by,
we completely forgot about it.
After all, it wasn't in the bedroom.
Last week, when people from the company
came for it's annual maintenance,
I just skimmed through
the recorded footages.
When I'm not home
and when my kids are at school,
Arjun Das comes home to see my wife.
My...
My wife is pretty.
She belonged to a poor family.
Though,
from a certain angle,
she looks like the actress, Shobhana.
Not just in looks,
she was a good person.
He is the reason...
I am not fair-skinned.
Not that attractive either...
He's got a six-pack.
Glamourous.
And extremely funny.
But I'm a good husband
and a very good father.
No matter what anyone says,
that's the truth!
During the last two months
he became my best friend.
I was really sincere.
I never thought he would...
After all, he was my friend, right?
Sir...
Doctor...
On our sofa, where we always
sit and watch TV with our kids...
they both...
Isn't it my sofa?
We went and bought it together...
From a shop nearby...
He was in my bedroom...
In my...
bathroom...
He must have showered in there...
Our...
towel...
I didn't know
she had developed these feelings.
I swear...
She had not changed...
in anyway.
She's exactly how she was with me before.
And that's what is breaking me apart.
Is it really possible?
It's when I think of my children...
They're both mom's pets.
But...
I can't be with her anymore...
She...
smells like him now.
Come in.
I understand, Ashraf.
She doesn't even let me touch her.
How long can we go on like this...
I'm just...
From what I've heard,
your wife's problems are not sexual.
It's mostly emotional.
She has endured
extremely cruel behaviour from you.
It has scarred her for life.
You know what it is.
And that can only be cured gradually,
through communication and love.
Ravi etta...
I want to talk to you.
Let me finish up this Zoom call.
I'll come.
That was my wife.
It's the same story everywhere.
So, now what you need to do is...
I had something to tell you.
Why do you need an introduction for that?
Come on, tell.
That is...
I...
Doctor... they're not here yet.
They haven't reached?
No.
They said they'll be there by 10:30.
Uh, oh!
-I'll take care of it. Don't worry.
-Okay.
Tell me.
That is...
Aha! Correct time!
Hello, Padma.
Haridas.
Don't call me again.
It's not because of you.
we both know that.
If there is any sincerity
in our friendship,
don't call me again.
What happened, Amma?
Who was it?
It's nothing. Go to sleep, dear.
Wake me up early, okay?
-I've set the alarm.
-Good.
Ravi etta...
I...
I don't know how to say this.
You've been like this for a few days now.
Are you not getting proper sleep?
Why do you look upset?
I like someone else.
That means?
An affair.
Who?
Haridas.
Which Haridas?
The one...
who came to sing...
at our son's birthday.
That beardo?
Singer?
I can't live with you anymore.
What to tell... Appu...
-Hi.
-Hi, Doctor.
Come in.
Hi, Ma'am.
Twelve years ago.
Stop, stop, stop!
Is that him?
Yes, it's him.
How did he get inside this?
Hey!
Get up, man!
I said get up!
What are you doing here, etta?
Murali is here too.
Where are we?
One tight slap I'll give you!
Bloody depressed lover!
Come on, walk!
Aha!
-I don't have my sandals.
-We'll get it.
Get his sandals.
-Walk!
-Murali, get my sandals.
-Sandals?
-He'll get it.
How can I go home without sandals?
-Not that way. Over here, get on!
-Here?
-How to get on it?
-Just sit behind him.
-Dhoti...
-Tie your dhoti properly, man!
Just get on the bike!
I'll walk and come. You take him.
Also,
make sure Amma doesn't see him.
Take him towards the well,
give a bath and put him to sleep.
But I already took a bath in the evening.
Be careful. Hold on to him.
Etta, take care and come home soon.
Hold him tightly.
There are dogs, mad dogs!
Uff!
What all problems a woman can create!
Just because some Punjabi girl dumped you,
are you going to drink yourself to death?
Don't you have any shame?
And anyway, did you really think that
I would let her into this house?
His Gurminder Singh!
I sold my property
to send you to Bangalore.
On the assurance that you would study
and become a great psychologist
and buy it back for me!
I've a daughter who's getting older.
I won't put up with
your shenanigans in this house.
He'll be fine once he gets married.
If one girl goes,
another one will come, that's all!
What do you want me to do?
You need to get married.
Not to some Punjabi or Gujarati girl.
Just needs to be a girl
who can speak Malayalam.
I don't care about
caste, religion or money.
Marry anyone you want.
Is it okay if I marry just anyone?
Oh, gosh! Yes, just marry anyone!
Someone!
If anyone is fine...
Look, that girl over there,
if she's not married,
I'll marry her.
Just shut up and get lost!
I'm serious, I'll marry her.
Isn't that Padmaja from Cheroth?
Yes, you're right.
She's not married, right?
Her horoscope has malefic planets.
And she has a flawed horoscope
that has delayed her marriage.
She got so many alliances--
-Malefic planets?
-Yes.
And a flawed horoscope?
Then it's decided,
I'm going to marry her!
What's wrong with this guy?
Padmaja from Cheroth!
This is gonna be amazing!
If you were the one who had an affair,
it would've been completely normal.
Anyway, you both were a
seemingly mismatched couple.
Mismatched?!
This is not what you used to say!
You said, we were the greatest couple
you ever met.
But this wasn't the case back then, bro!
I didn't know you guys had
so many issues...
We didn't have any issues, man!
Or at least,
not anything that I'm aware of!
-What about the sex?
-Very good.
I was okay.
Then why did she?!
Who is this guy?
Some singer.
Not a famous one.
Must be around 40.
He came to sing at
one of our family functions.
And he just swept her off?
This is because of the overconfidence
you gave your wife.
Kitty parties!
Day spending!
Thirties club!
What a show!
And on the first chance she got,
she started philandering!
Tony, you can't bad-mouth my wife.
Don't speak ill about her.
Leave it!
What are you going to do now?
I have no idea.
I'm not able to face her.
Come on!
You can't face her?!
Did you've an affair or did she?!
Be quiet!
Uh-oh!
Shit!
What if such a situation...
happened to your client?
What will you do?
But this is not a client, right?
I'll tell you what you would say.
Love!
It can happen to anyone at anytime!
Extra marital affairs
can happen for no reason.
Love and lust are just human instincts!
This is it, right?
Isn't it true?
So now you pay the price for your truth.
Bro!
What's that stuck on the mirror?
That's her bindi.
So symbolic!
Trashy downmarket bindi
on an imported Belgium mirror!
Why do you drink, Ravi etta?
Because you're heart is in pain!
These morons wont understand that.
You should never stop drinking, my dear.
Even after you get married!
Okay?
Who do you think Ravi is?
The first guy from our village
who went to Bangalore to study.
You know, Ravi...
The day you went off to Bangalore
was a day of mourning for us, young people.
And on top of that, he would send photos
of him hugging that gorgeous Punjabi girl.
It was unbearable!
And who do we have here?
The usual local females
from the neighbourhood!
This was not your mistake, Ravi etta.
You have that other thing.
-What?
-Piles?!
Aids?!
No, man, we say something
in English when we're sad, right?
Depression!
Not depression, frustration!
I can understand you, my dear.
You're the most educated person
in our panchayat.
You learnt psychosis
and you've seen many of its manifestations.
You've accomplished more than a degree.
Yet, you accomplished nothing in life.
Hey, Ravi!
Isn't that your girl?
Have you seen her properly yet?
No.
Wear these glasses.
-Why?
-For some glamour, man!
And now look at her.
You are the rain, unseen,
unfiltered, unhinged, unstoppable
As you stand closer, intimate
I am the beloved lost in a wind
that never appeared
Aha! Not bad, Ravi! She seems cool!
In the hurricane lamps of love
In the honey glazed words of memory
In the strings that missed all beats
-Milk.
-I drink.
Yeah, Amma told me...
about that Punjabi girl...
Gurudwara or something...
Not Gurudwara, Gurminder.
-Nice name.
-That's an old story.
This... I'll hold.
Do you want an apple?
Ap... Apple... No, I don't want.
Will have it later.
-I...
-Mm?
Actually...
The first time I saw you,
I was completely drunk.
They were saying something...
and I just agreed.
No, I shouldn't say I agreed.
Actually...
I only said that I'll marry you.
But later, I felt...
Still...
You still have time to end this and escape.
Because nothing has happened between us.
Do you understand?
Couldn't you've said this
at least two days back?
In that case,
we could've done something to stop this.
If you say it now...
You never called me on the phone also.
Or you could have just
said it over the phone.
You're right, I could've phoned you.
There was no way
I could directly tell you all this.
Even now, it's only cos I had two drinks,
I found the courage to say it.
You may sleep.
Do you...
Do you sleep on the edge
or against the wall?
Nothing particular, I just lie on the bed.
Sometimes I roll from side to side.
I usually lie on that side,
learning on the wall.
Yes, of course.
You can lie like that...
-on that side.
-Shall I drink this?
Sure.
Done?
-Yes.
-Give it to me.
-Thanks.
-You may sleep.
-There's...
-Eh?
Milk moustache!
Here? Wipe it.
Thank you.
-Shall I take the blanket?
-I'll...
No, no, I'll do it. Thanks.
Do you want anything from this?
Grapes.
Sleep.
-Will you turn off the light?
-I'll do it.
Good night.
O, my Goddess!
Amma, you know in the movie
that we watched yesterday.
I've always wanted a long name
like that of Mohanlal's character.
Character names like
Mangalassery Neelakandan,
Poovalli Induchoodan
or like the director, Adoor Gopalakrishnan.
You know adding the name of the place
to our name.
Then why didn't you add the name
of our village to your name?
What?! Vattoli Padmaja?
Which means crazy?!
Are there any decent names around?
The closest bus stop is called Chettakkada!
Then, Luttappimukku, Moorkhan kundu,
Chalikkode...
Better than that is just Padmaja.
Padmaja Ravi.
It's nice.
You know, marriage...
is an unnatural arrangement.
But you married twice, right?
That's why I'm speaking
with such authority.
Us men, we're built differently.
We can't be satisfied with just one woman.
We need the warmth and smell
of different bodies.
Hey, man!
Remember that screw driver
Vilasini's husband stabbed you with?
Isn't it still lodged in your butt?
Shut up, man! Don't remind me about it!
Whenever I remember it,
a pain shoots up from my butt!
What a slick stab from that righteous Nair!
Oh, no! My brother!
Hey, you! Stop right there!
-I saw you!
-Be careful.
Oh, he saw...
Why did they take this route
to go to your house?
-The main road is blocked.
-Is it?
You couldn't take this poor girl
to a doctor, no?
I thought of taking her tomorrow.
Right?
Did you guys go?
Ravi etta, I'm pregnant!
Eh?!
For what?
Now you proved that you're my son.
You liar! You said there's nothing
happening between you two!
Just... once.
You come home, okay!
I'll give you good!
You come now. Enough of his vagaries!
You run through as a silky strand
through the keys of my existence
You are the delicate sweetness
in the cane I lust for
And you come from time
beyond remembrance
Like a wind that traversed distances
In the hurricane lamps of love
In the honey glazed words of memory
In the strings that missed all beats
In the hurricane lamps of love
In the honey glazed words of memory
In the strings that missed all beats
Doctor...
Can we sit in some other space?
This yellow chair and this library,
whole thing looks like a movie set.
You may sit here, at the dining table.
I like it on the dining table.
-Can I smoke?
-No.
Okay.
First, you tried to cancel my appointment.
And now you're not letting me smoke.
Are you alright, Doc?
I'm okay.
Nila. That's my name.
Let's begin, Nila.
I've lost interest in my husband.
Okay.
It has been over four years
since we got married.
These days whenever he touches me...
I don't feel anything.
He keeps trying...
to please me.
Poor guy.
I feel sorry for him.
He's a good person.
He's a doctor.
Well-mannered, good looking.
But, he doesn't turn me on.
In fact, I only have sisterly feelings
towards him now.
What should I do, Doctor?
I think... like...
If you could...
be honest with your husband...
the way you were with me.
Oh, God!
I don't think I can do that.
You have to.
He's your husband.
Don't you... have to share everything...
for the... rest of your... life?
But, he's not the romantic kind.
You know how doctors are generally...
You cannot generalise like that.
Oh! Sorry!
I forgot, you are a doctor.
No, not because of that.
You know, Doctor.
I hate scheduling time for love.
Like in the bedroom after 9.30 at night...
After his work, a shower and a drink...
and only if he's in the mood.
He doesn't even ask if I'm prepared or not.
He is...
He has... a job, right?
He has...
He has... consultations...
He's working all day long, right?
During his work!
Or before going to the hospital!
A quickie!
While worrying if he'll be late to work!
Not just in the bedroom.
Shower, kitchen, living room!
Even on the dining table!
If...
If these are your desires...
I think the only way is to open up to him
and be honest about it.
Doctor, the reason I came is to know
if it is possible for you to talk to him?
I can't.
Can I smoke?
No.
Sigh!
You're pretty useless!
A face fades off, forlorn
As it searches a voice
Oh moonlight,
dwelling on the tearless eye
Be my thought in this journey
A sun in search of the morning light
A memory that deludes the darkness
We wait for a word, a backward glance
I wait...
That didn't come out right.
Let's try once again.
The fan.
Sir...
I've to complete the recording.
May I?
Sir, do you want something to drink?
Ravi etta...
Shouldn't we talk about it?
Should we?
Yes.
Did you sleep with him?
Huh?
Did you?
PHAA!
And she wants to talk about it!
Hi doctor.
Sorry to send this voice note at this hour.
After a very long time,
I didn't feel like watching anything.
I just wanted to share
my excitement with you.
I think I'm over porn.
But you know what?
I'm deeply romantic now.
Hello!
Doc on video call?
I never expected.
Shall I tell you a dialogue
from a local commercial film?
Tell me.
Expect the unexpected.
Doctor, don't mind if I ask.
Are you drunk?
Absolutely.
I'm really drunk.
Once in a while we should drink, right?
Do you drink?
No.
Why?
I don't know why.
I just don't drink.
Not at all?
No.
During Christmas?
Occasionally? Some wine?
No.
So...
You're romantic now.
Thinking about a boyfriend?
No puzzles today?
We don't need puzzles anymore.
You're already romantic
and you're over your addiction.
Huh?
Today we'll talk about
romance in a marriage.
Okay.
Okay.
How's your boyfriend?
Is he handsome?
Not that handsome. But he's okay.
Is an okay-okay boyfriend enough for you?
He... kisses you?
No.
You've never been kissed?
Till now?
No.
What a shame!
Can I go?
Don't trust people.
Sorry... I won't go there.
I like your dress.
What is that? Is it a top?
I mean... sorry, a blouse?
Hey, don't adjust! Don't adjust.
Don't! D... Down!
Down! Down! Down it!
Mary... Ma... M... Maria.
Down it! Don't--
Hello.
Doctor, you're the only person
I trusted in this world.
I never expected this from you.
No... I was just joking.
-Maria...
-I don't want to live anymore.
Please...
I feel like committing suicide.
Hey... Wha... What is this, Maria?
I will commit suicide!
Don't call me again.
Oh shit!
Oh shit!
Tony!
Tony, I've a problem.
Go to her house, beg on your knees,
do anything and solve this issue!
If she hangs herself, you'll be screwed.
I don't know her address, man!
That's not an excuse.
Her last phone call was with you.
You'll be locked up for eternity!
Go! Do something!
What happened?
I heard some sound.
That... That girl, right?
Who?
That... school girl...
the one who comes in uniform.
Yeah.
She made a video call asking for something.
Okay.
I... I...
I was not in my senses.
I spoke to her in a bad way...
-She's saying she'll commit suicide.
-Oh, no!
And I don't know where she lives.
-Did you try calling her?
-She's not answering.
I'll try from my phone.
-Give me her number.
-Here.
-9 8 4 6 0
-9 8 4 6 0
-5 5 5
-5 5 5
-4 4
-4 4
-What was her name?
-M... Mary.
No, no. Maria.
H... Hello, Maria?
I'm Dr. Ravi's wife, Padmaja.
Okay.
I had warned doctor
that this kind of treatment
won't be suitable for girls.
Girls won't take it in that sense, right?
No, no, no.
Doctor called you
while he was sitting with me.
We were sitting together then.
He feels really bad.
When I asked, he told me it's part
of the treatment, so not a big issue.
I mean, we know, right?
I understand.
It's okay. She'll call you.
This phone... it's a strange thing...
I can momentarily
create this fake feeling for you,
that you're the best couple in this world.
Both of you're right.
But you are not right together...
I shall pray that you don't separate.
Hi Ravi.
Long time!
Yeah.
Come, let's sit inside.
Okay.
I'm wondering.
You asked for my counselling
for this matter?
This is like every other case
we deal with on a daily basis.
But it's not our cases
that we deal with everyday.
Are you so shallow, Ravi?
I considered you as one of
the most brilliant minds in our tribe.
One knock and you're down to splinters?
Really?!
Doctor,
I'm here because you're the only person
I can be honest with.
I need you as a doctor.
Not as a friend.
I need therapy.
Tony is calling. Can I take it?
No.
Switch it off.
If you want to be treated as a patient,
behave like one.
Okay.
So Ravi, let's begin.
I might be very frank and brutal with you.
I know.
From outside,
your marriage looks like a mismatch.
There is some incompatibility somewhere.
Educational, cultural,
lifestyle, attitude gap.
That's wrong.
There is no such gap between us.
I'm hiding behind a curtain
of refinement and sophistication
and she's not, that's all.
We both belong to
lower middle-class backgrounds.
In fact, my family was financially inferior
to hers at the time of our wedding.
We are both small town.
Oh!
That's quite a revelation.
Most people don't know...
I was an alcoholic.
I was a complete addict when I married her.
A stupid love failure,
while I was studying in Bangalore.
She was the one who brought me back to life
from all that.
I...
I was a bad man.
Insensitive,
cruel, at times.
She has endured a lot.
But she was strong, determined.
-Ravi etta...
-Hmm.
There will be a lot of expenses
for the delivery.
How are we going to manage?
But you're just three months now.
We need to think about it now, right?
How can we seek help from your brother
for our child?
When you were working at that parallel
college, we at least had some income.
Shall we do one thing?
Let's shift to a government hospital?
Why?
Then we don't need to beg for help, no?
We still have 5-6 months left.
I'll handle it.
Will you?
You don't trust me?
No.
Ravi etta, if you're not
interested in teaching, don't do it.
Why don't you talk to people?
Amma told me that
when you speak to people
who are mentally unwell,
they get some relief.
And that you've cured
a lot of people's illnesses.
Our neighbour, Radha's son,
the one who acts in theatre plays.
He has some problem.
Will you talk to him?
Sir,
I've been an active theatre artist
for twelve years.
My problem is the character
I've been playing for the past six years.
Shakuni.
Now I've all the behavioural traits
of Shakuni.
Bad-mouthing, slandering and what not.
Thanks to which, I'm getting beaten up
wherever I go.
Hateful talk is one of my passions
right now.
For example, now when I'm in your house,
the only thought in my mind is
how to separate you and your wife.
Oh, my mother! Did we just invite trouble?!
Hey beloved sparrow,
who flew away in the flamy winds
Come back, the rains are here
You've to make money, Ravi etta.
Not a lot.
Just enough for us to live
without depending on anyone.
A silvery moon awaits
As the lily wilted in his shine
Hey beloved, I see you
in a hazy dream
Come back with those feathers
which had lost lustre
Our son is our life, Ravi etta.
Don't drink in front of him.
And don't come home when you're drunk.
You do whatever you want when we're alone.
But don't demean yourself in front of him.
As the strings search for tune
As the corners of of your eyes speak
In the voluptuous midnight
of dancing pigeons
In the eye of winds
that transcends the whispers of night
Let me drench myself
Hey beloved sparrow,
who flew away in the flamy winds
Come back, the rains are here
When she gave me a child,
I started loving my life once again.
She made me dream big.
She taught me to dream,
to study more,
to quit my lecturer job
and start my own consultation,
to move up the social ladder,
to earn money, basically.
The confidence she had in me...
made me who I am today.
I would be nothing if it wasn't for her.
We came to this metropolitan city
from a mediocre town.
For some reason, she couldn't gel
with the snobbish crowd here.
I became busier day by day.
The only respect she had here, our son,
I packed him off to Ooty!
And like that, without me even realising,
she was getting cornered from all sides.
Meanwhile, she meets someone
who matches her sensibilities,
who sings her favourite songs,
and who spends time talking with her
and listening to her.
So, one thing leads to the other and...
you know!
We actually have
a lot of reasons to justify her,
don't we, Doctor?
So, you want to justify her.
Right, Ravi?
You're totally into her.
I am, Doctor.
I am.
Now I think...
I envy you both.
Didn't we learn that,
mind is like a monkey?
It's clichd.
But...
While jumping from one branch to another,
if some branches break and fall,
is it because the branch
wasn't strong enough
or is it the monkey's fault?
No idea.
It's a matter of debate.
Can't you forget?
Forgive?
I tried, Doctor.
I'm still trying.
Even now, every moment I'm sitting here.
I'm dying to go back to my old life...
which I thought was perfect.
Maybe it wasn't the same for her.
It must've been the same for her as well.
See, these things happen
in a moment of emotional imbalance.
Even you, a doctor,
didn't you flirt with that schoolgirl?
Humans falter.
They make mistakes.
Padma confessed it to you.
She could've hidden it from you.
In your busy schedule,
you would've never found out.
She thought you would understand.
Yeah.
I messed up.
Not yet.
If you're able to think above and beyond
an average Malayali man.
Didn't she bring a true-blue alcoholic
like you back to life?
Why can't you help her come out of this?
Imagine yourself
in a hypothetical situation.
What if Padma passes away?
She is no more.
To wake up with you,
to have a conversation, to quarrel,
to love, to travel along with...
she is not there.
She won't come back
even if you long for it.
Just think.
Imagine that situation.
The present situation
is not as bad as that, right?
Just a glitch!
A small wound, let it be.
It'll be healed.
Ravi,
trust me on this.
There's a magic in forgetting.
Magic of forgetting!
The magic of forgetting and forgiving.
It's real.
But, God has bestowed upon us a blessing
to make sure that we don't forget anything.
Our friends.
Hey, Padma.
Where are you? No news!
I'm at home.
You don't call me at all nowadays!
I've been quite busy...
managing the doctor's things...
Speaking of the doctor, I saw him today.
He didn't see me.
I went to Dr. Merlin's today.
She's my husband's cousin.
Her assistant asked me to wait
as some counselling session was going on.
So I just peeped in to see who it was.
And I see that Dr. Ravi is the patient!
I was shocked.
I mean, maybe they were just
having a professional discussion.
Right?
Yeah.
Anyway, he seemed quite upset.
Maybe, that's just my feeling.
All okay, right?
Good.
Come out once in a while!
Everyone misses your talks!
I will.
Okay dear, take care.
Hi Sameera!
Guess who I saw at Merlin's!
Dr. Ravishankar!
Sir, Chechi left.
Where did she go?
She asked me to give this to you.
She tried calling you many times.
She left home crying.
Your phone was switched off.
She was crying a lot.
An anonymous whisper by the ear
A shadow unknown
In my sleepless nights
As your feet conjures a dream
In the eye of winds that
transcends the whispers of night
Let me drench myself
Hey beloved sparrow,
who flew away in the flamy winds
Come back, the rains are here
Listen...
Nanminda Boys,
Balussery Upper Primary,
none of those!
Not because they're bad.
But our boy won't fit in.
Let's find a school in Ernakulam.
No more Ooty, okay?
Kannankaatu Textiles...
magenta colour sari.
What all drama, Ravi etta!
Come. Have tea.
Appu...
I'm not coming back there, Ravi etta.
That house is not right for me.
I'm not trying blame the house
for my mistakes.
I've not had any peace of mind
since I stepped foot in that house.
Hey you!
The reason I told you everything
was not because
I thought you'll understand me
since you're a psychologist.
I just can't hide anything from you.
Let it go now.
It is no longer there between us.
It will be there.
Let it be...
I have peace of mind here.
I love you more than ever now.
And a relief that,
I've nothing to hide from you.
Ravi etta...
-When did you come?
-Aji...
This morning.
You've become thin.
-Have I?
-Yeah.
I don't work in AC rooms like you, right?
Oh! Counterattack!
You're still as handsome as ever.
-Am I?
-Shall I get you tea?
-Yes, please.
-Padma, do you want fish?
Ah, yes. What have you got?
Seer fish?
There's sole fish, squid, mussels.
What do you want?
I'll take mussels.
Who is this newbie?
Not a newbie, this is my husband!
Oh! Is this Ravi ettan?
You look all different now.
With specs and a clean shave!
Tell me one thing,
do you get these fishes in Ernakulam?
Sole fish, squid and all?
We don't get sole fish.
What do we get there, Ravi etta?
Over there, we...
Mangrove red snapper, sea bass,
grouper fish, only such big shots!
Anyway, I can bet that the
fish from Kochi lake
won't be as tasty as the ones
from our Korapuzha river.
Ravi and Padma sold that house.
When the new residents arrived,
they trashed me along with
other unwanted items.
And then this chechi found me,
like a diamond in the trash!
While hanging in this bag
and swinging around...
Our dear Lalettan's famous dialogue
comes to my mind.
Oh, my!
What a structure, my dear Chechi!
Hey! By the way...
This isn't a politically correct statement,
okay?
I was joking!
Just pure humour!
Don't create any unnecessary controversy
and get us an 'A' certificate, bro!
Alright then,
let us meet at the next house!
Bye, good day.
In the hurricane lamps of love
In the honey glazed words of memory
In the strings that missed all beats
In the hurricane lamps of love
In the honey glazed words of memory
In the strings that missed all beats