01x30 - Episode 30

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Aaryan.

He added something
in the tea that Jyothi drank.

He said that he wanted to give
Naagamalini a birthday gift…

What is that? An aroma diffuser.

He added some chemical and gave it to her.

Both of them are in hospital.

He gave me a letter
seemingly written by Harshini…

and asked me to go to the roof garden.

The police are interrogating everyone.

He will definitely be caught.

He should be caught.

Who is he?

Can you hear what I am saying?

Can you see everything clearly?

What do you want?

I want an answer.

What answer?

You have misunderstood something
and are doing this.

If the police come to know of this…

Your work and your life
will come to an end.

Do I look like a guy

who is worried that his work
and life will come to an end?

Do my eyes only reveal

that much information about me?

You have earned fame and money.

All of you have gone
to some corner of the world.

A big house.

A safe life.

No one can come close to you.

I thought of bringing all of you together.

That was when the news about the diary
that Naagamalai wrote came out.

It was as if it was written for me.

I pitched for a One Music performance.

I made all of you come here.

Which one of you should arrive
at which time…

Which room you should stay in…

Which security should be hired…

All my instructions to be adhered to…

Which room should you stay in…

How many CCTV cameras there are
on the way from your room to the car park…

What time they should be switched off…

Even if all of this failed,

how I would leave the place with you…

I had 1000 possibilities.

Just for this one moment.

By now, everyone there would know
that I kidnapped you.

They would have to save
the lives of two band members.

No.

It was a minor dose.

They will not die.

Which car… Which route… Where will it be…

It will take them some time to find it.

But I believe
that they will find it by today.

But I do not know how long they will take.

Shall I say something that I do know?

Before they arrive here,

either you will be alive,

or I will.

Shiva, who are you?

I do not understand anything.

What mistake did I make?

What do you want from me?

There are two sides to a coin, right?

Have you ever thought about it?

In your story…

The name, popularity, and credibility
you earned as an artiste…

At the other end…

Without expecting anything in return,

there were millions of people
who adored you…

The love that they had for you…

The affection…

They yearned to meet you at least once…

June 23, 2017.

That was the last day of my life
that I lived.

My name is Shiva.

Shiva Subramanian.

-Divya Sri Ramalingam.
-Yes, madam.

-Sivagami Shanmugam.
-Yes, madam.

-Durgashini Karthikeyan.
-Yes, madam.

-Darmendran.
-Yes, madam.

Shiva Subramanian.

Shiva Subramanian Govindasamy.

Sorry madam. I got a bit delayed.

You are 15 minutes late.

I have said that I do not like it
if you arrive late, right?

You are still taking attendance,
right, madam?

You have not begun the class.

I can just start the lesson.

Om!

Om!

Shiva, it seems like
you have started to sing.

Sir said that these lines
would be suitable for your monologue.

I was a bit late by the time
I arrived here after writing them.

Yes, I read them as well.

Was it good?

What can I say?

A lot of people tend to aspire for things

which are above
their qualifications and standard.

Will they listen if we tell them?

No, Darma. I wrote it immediately
after they asked for it.

I can write it again if you want.

Shiva, do not worry.
What has to come, will come.

Have all of you eaten?

Yes.

Sit down.

Darma, I asked for
some new dialogue to be written.

-Have you read them?
-I read them, sir.

-Have you memorized it?
-I have, sir.

Come and act it out for us.

-Now, sir?
-What?

Darma.

Victory. Loss.

Competition. Jealousy.

Good. Bad.

Fake smiles.
A life that is not understood.

A mechanical life.

Some people whom we detest.

Many people who detest us.

What is it, Darma?

You said you had it memorized.

Sir, I memorized it correctly.

But it doesn’t flow well for me.

I memorized well what you wrote, sir.

But this doesn’t come in a flow, sir.

It is difficult to memorize.

-Shiva.
-Yes.

How many times have I told you

that there must be life
in the words that you write?

We can only spout words
that do not have life in them.

We will not be able to internalize them.

We will not be able to feel them.

The acting will not feel authentic.

A presentation that lacks sincerity,
is an embarrassment to the art form.

No, sir.

I did write it sincerely
after understanding the character.

Is it?

Come. Come and recite the dialogue.

You do not need that.

You said you wrote it
after understanding the character, right?

Come and read.

Sir, I will not be able to read
the dialogue without this.

But you are able to write?

There is meaning in every word that
I internalized and wrote all these years.

Even if a single word
is wrong while acting,

I get angry.

I have hit people.

I have understood an issue

and written dialogue
which gives life to the character.

Nowadays, anyone who holds a pen
is a writer,

and anyone who raises his hand
is an actor.

An art form
that I respect more than my life…

When I think that it rests in the hands
of people like you, I am terrified.

Do whatever you please.

Victory. Loss.

Competition. Jealousy.

Good. Bad.

Fake smiles.
A human who cannot be understood.

A mechanical life.

Some people whom we detest.

Many people who detest us.

The way we are gauged in this world
based on whether we win or lose

the competition that we have with them.

A space that is ordinarily demarcated
for us in society.

To safeguard that, the lies, deceit,
drama, betrayal…

Instead of doing all this
and leading a life,

I feel that it is better to die, sir.

Instead of living each day,
I felt like dying.

There is no life.

So, poet?

It seems like there is
an internal arts revolution.

What do you want?

Why were you late this morning?

I told you in the morning.
I had some work.

Your sir said that the yoga classes
are compulsory for everyone.

He asked for a report on those
who are late

and did not attend the lesson.

That is why I asked you.

Shall I say you had work to do?

Tell him that I was idling away.

If you want, you can add other details.

No one there is going to believe
what I say, anyway.

You came here after seeing him, right?

You must have already told him.

What more is there to ask from me?

Why are you frustrated?

Only if you listen to me patiently
for two minutes

will you be able to understand
what I am trying to say.

Why should I speak to you about this?

I made a mistake in the morning.

So I nodded my head
to whatever you said, and left.

This is an issue between my sir and me.

Artiste, can I say something?

An artiste should know how to admire.

He should know how to smile a little.

If you look grumpy like this,

you will not have the inspiration
for art or poetry.

I have said what I wanted to say.

The rest is up to you.

More importantly…

What you wrote earlier was very beautiful.

It conveyed your pain very beautifully,
to the outside world.

Do not be late tomorrow.

-Ramesh Vikneshwaran.
-Yes, madam.

-Hariharan Ravichandran.
-Yes, madam.

-Yashini Kathiresan.
-Yes, madam.

-Divyashri Ramalingam.
-Yes, madam.

-Sivagami Shanmugam.
-Yes, madam.

-Durgashini Karthikeyan.
-Yes, madam.

-Darmendran.
-Yes, madam.

Madam, you did not call out my name.

Oh, have you arrived?

I thought that you would be late.

I did not arrive late, madam.

I am dressed in white as you asked for.
I did not wear slippers.

I am standing with my hands
in front of me.

As far as I know,
I did not make any mistakes today.

You cannot punish me.

He is dead.

The phone…

Has to be on silent mode.

-Haven’t I said that before?
-Yes, madam.

Om!

Om!

Om!

You may open your eyes.

Today’s class has ended.

I will see all of you tomorrow.

Thank you, teacher.

I need to speak to you.

What is the cause of your anger at me?

Anger?

No.

Why are you doing this?

You.

You do not speak or smile.

I am coming after you.

You do not pay any attention to me.
That is the reason.

I do not understand.

Shall I say it right to your face
so you will understand?

I love you.

I wish to live with you.

Say something.

Whether you like… don’t like…
Say something.

Everything that you are saying
is new to me.

No one has said this to me.

You mentioned love.

That feeling… I do not know how it feels.

I definitely would not have
what you asked for.

Please forgive me.

I do not understand, Shiva.

You have not loved any girl.

What about your mother? Your dad?

You would have loved them, right?

They would have loved you. Right?

You would have felt that, right?

My mom died
even before I could utter that word.

Dad left me at this ashram and remarried.

I have never succeeded
at anything in my life.

I have not achieved anything.

Maybe because of that,
no one has spoken caringly to me.

The house that I am staying in now,
is the only asset that my dad left me.

The four walls there…

I, who live in solitude…

Our ashram… The people who live here…

The dramas which take place here.

This is all that I know.

I attend Yoga classes
as I find it consoling to my heart.

Please do not embarrass me
in front of the others.

Hey.

His perspectives of people
and emotions are different.

Simply put, he has never loved
in his life before.

What could be the reason for this?

The experiences that
we go through during our childhood.

But in our case, it does not fall entirely
in that category.

I need a few sessions with him
to better understand him, Aadira.

Do you know that all the people
staying at the ashram like you a lot?

Do you know?

Do not judge this world based on
the people that you have seen thus far.

There are many beautiful
and noble things here.

Here. Around you.

Open your heart and see, Shiva.

Everything will appear beautiful.

What do you mean when you suddenly say

that the lease period
is going to expire soon

and that it is going to change hands?

Where will I go with so many kids?

Why are you silent, Darma?

What can we do?

Sir, I do not know what to do either.

The only way out is to buy this place
from the current owner.

Where will I go for that much money?

Our funds are just enough
for our needs and our meals.

Sir, we have a week left.

We need to do something before that.

Sir, you said that there was an investor.

Shall we talk to him and see?

We can talk and see.

But it would be hard to convince them.

They would expect a major idea from us.

-Have you written anything?
-Yes, sir.

I have a few ideas.

Okay.

Inform Shiva as well.

Let him write as well.

I will arrange a meeting.

Only that story will determine whether
we can remain in this place or not.