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♫ Uravugal Thodarkathai from Aval Appadithan (1978). ♫

I didn't ask much of life.

A cigarette in one hand.

A beer in the other.

A beautiful girl on my shoulder.

An even more beautiful sunset.

And get lost in her eyes as she admires the sunset.

Hello?

Hello, Dato!

How are you, Dato?

**** you Dato!

Is that so?

Anirudh Sir is in Malaysia, right?

Could you please find out when he's free?

I'd like to invite him over to my house for dinner.

All right, Dato.

Isn't it our duty to honour such a great musician?

My wife and daughter are big fans.

Thank you, Dato!

It's short RM33.

That's for your beer.

What's this for?

Tips.

Kuala Lumpur City.

A concrete jungle of a million animals masquerading as humans.

To date, 324 people have committed suicide in Kuala Lumpur.

I will be the 325th person.

If I delay any longer, I may end up being the 326th.

Before committing suicide you're supposed to tell someone why you're doing it.

It's a ritual.

I'm not a fan of writing letters.

So I'm going to pour my heart out to you instead.

But don’t expect me to tell you the whole truth.

Because we don’t know each other.

So please, don’t laugh at me.

♫ Aadavarellam Aadavaralam from Karuppu Panam (1964). ♫

You see, I’m a lonely man.

I don’t have many friends.

My roommates are a lizard and two cockroaches.

A rat used to drop by once in a while.

Since it came to see me so often,

I adopted it as my pet.

I even named it.

Tiger.

But Tiger got run over one day.

To cure my grief, I drank for the first time in my life.

If you ask me who my best friend is these days,

I can only point to my friend - Alcohol.

This is Jasmine.

Jasmine Vasudevan. My ex-girlfriend.

I was devastated when we broke up.

She gave me the “It’s me, not you” bullshit.

Lying ****.

But something good came out of all this heartache.

I made friends with Gudang Garam cigarettes.

Wise men said its best to mend a broken heart with cigarettes.

Bad advice.

I just ended up screwing up my lungs along with my broken heart.

8 letters, 124 missed calls, 48 messages, 13 e-mails.

I even tried calling her from a public phone.

But I was so naïve back then.

I didn’t know you could create a fake Facebook account.

In the end, that's how I found out.

She was dating a bloody fair pig by the name of Dr. Karthik.

Doctors. A menace to Tamil society.

May Dr. Karthik die a horrible death.

On nights such as this, when I'm drunk and emotional, I imagine...

♫ You used to long for my touch. ♫

-♫ Now all you do is push me away. ♫ -...in a light drizzle, holding a red umbrella,

-♫ My pain and sorrow ♫ -Jasmine will come looking for me.

♫ My pain and sorrow ♫

♫ will lessen with time. ♫

♫ I never thought ♫

♫ they'd only get worse with time. ♫

♫ The heavens wept. ♫

♫ Winds scattered the earth. ♫

-♫ As I watched you walk away, ♫ -She'll knock on my door.

♫ I swear I did not shed a tear. ♫

♫ On a beautiful Sunday, ♫

♫ you walked in like a goddess. ♫

♫ With your scent, ♫

-♫ you come to me upon the wind. ♫ -She'll ask for my forgiveness and kiss my dry lips.

I’ll say, “A kiss won't suffice.”

She’ll smile coyly.

In this very same bed, our naked bodies will merge as one again.

I can only imagine such things.

♫ I’m a Bangladeshi in Malaysia♫

♫ Times are very hard now♫

♫ It’s hard to make a living♫

♫ You have the luxury of leisure only once you’re rich♫

♫ When you become rich you must know God♫

♫ You don’t have the luxury of leisure when you’re poor♫

The son of a ***** next door sleeps with a nameless prostitute.

Done so soon? It hasn’t been more than 10 minutes.

"Kill my desire or Kill me." says Bharathi.

Easier said than done, Mr. Big Time Poet.

It's a terrible world we live in.

How long do you expect a 27-year-old boy to remain steadfast?

♫ What a wicked life!♫

♫ What was my mother thinking when she gave birth to me?♫

♫ There's only one place to go. Just let me go!♫

♫ What is there to boast about?♫

♫ What a wicked life!♫

Is Koli (Chicken) home?

Tell him I'm not home.

I can hear you loud and clear. Come out now.

How are you, Brother?

Why don’t you answer my calls, *****?

Why? What is it?

Come with me. I need to speak with you.

Talk? I have work man. The night shift.

It’s only the night shift so come with me.

Koli. The biggest mistake of his life

was being my roommate in college.

Apart from Alcohol and Gudang Garam,

he’s the only dog who understands me.

You could even call him a worthless fellow.

This boy will never do well in life.

I've told him not to mingle with that fella.

When has he ever listened to me?

So what’s your story? Talk to me.

I am disheartened, Bro.

Why? Because of Jasmine?

It’s got nothing to do with Jasmine.

Then?

Something else.

Life seems empty.

Why is it like this?

There are a few job vacancies at my workplace.

I can get you the job if you want.

RM4,000 basic salary. Shift work.

Just say the word and I can get you in.

I’m not cutout for an office job.

What’s the point, Koli? You go to work. Earn money.

What comes after that? What do you have in your life?

What comes after that? Find a nice girl once you’ve started earning money.

Then get married. Have some kids. And life will sort itself out, Bro.

And what comes after that?

What do you mean? You grow old.

Happiness, sorrow, misery.

Deal with all that and then die happy.

So we're all going to die at the end of the day? Then why wait 20, 30 years?

Why not just die now?

Go die then. No one can stop you.

Life is for living, Man.

Life isn’t meant to be analysed.

Spouting a load of garbage.

Get that shit away from me.

I offered you a cigarette, not a kiss.

How can you tell me to live, Koli?

Is there a guidebook to life?

Live this way. Be this way. Did anyone teach us?

Is this taught in any college or school?

They don’t teach you anything useful.

*****.

Don’t take this the wrong way, Bro.

But you are your biggest enemy.

You’re overthinking things. Relax.

Go. Travel.

Drink till you drop. Fuck around.

Be happy.

Instead of upsetting yourself like this.

What's your problem? Life seems empty?

Bro, there’s this chick named Girija in Sentul.

The hottest there is. Curves in all the right places.

Skin as white as milk. Her skin blushes at the slightest touch.

That brothel’s got a girl like that.

Go there. Enjoy yourself.

So you're heading there tonight?

And your mother goes around telling everyone I spoilt you.

How can you tell me to f**** a stranger for 10 minutes of bliss?

Shut up and drink, Man.

Cheers!

There's a place in hell for sinners who do not respect cigarettes.

Saturday night. Around 10 at night.

I was getting drunk while walking through Changkat.

I've probably walked these streets a hundred times.

That's when it dawned on me. The ultimate truth.

F***. The alcohol must be getting to me.

Solitude is my orgasm. Death.

Even if I live another 30 or 40 years,

I know for a fact that I won't have a big change or any happiness in my life.

We're born destined to die.

So does it matter when you die?

It’s just a matter of finding an auspicious date.

That very moment I decided to commit suicide,

I felt intoxicated.

This must be the ultimate high.

My dear God,

send my soul to hell.

I've heard heaven is a No Smoking Zone.

P.S. If there is such a thing as reincarnation.

Make it up for me in my next birth.

Please.

Thank you.

Busy day at work, B? You look tired.

The usual stuff. Nothing much.

I have some good news.

I’m being considered for the Staff Engineer role.

Wow. Congrats.

Thanks. But nothing’s been confirmed yet.

Keeping my fingers crossed.

The posting’s in Germany by the way.

We can get out of this country.

How was your day?

Not bad.

I've cooked dinner. Would you like to eat?

No, I’m not hungry. You eat then head to bed first.

What’s wrong?

Eat and sleep. Is that all I’m good for?

Would it kill you to talk to me, Jay?

Fine. Don’t sleep. Watch some TV instead.

I have project reports to write. I’ll talk to you later.

...death doesn't come so quickly.

....he is still alive.

The dance sequences in this movie are awesome.

Could we take a vacation?

What was that?

A quick vacation?

Maybe at the end of the year.

You know I'm really trying to get this Germany project.

Until then, I'm totally stuck.

Fine. Forget about it.

We’ll go at the end of the year.

Why? Are you bored?

Brother! Sura (Shark) is coming!

Boredom has nothing to do with it.

Life just seems empty.

That’s why I think we should try for a baby.

But you don’t want to.

At least a baby will keep you occupied.

Don’t expect me to have a baby out of boredom, Jay.

You’re being very selfish, Nithya.

What? Are you worried about the weight you'll gain?

Or are you running away from commitments?

I just can't understand you, Nithya.

Not at all.

There’s an emptiness between us.

How do you not feel it too?

How can you expect me to bring a child into all this?

I’m not a ******* baby-making machine for you and your mother.

Why are you shouting? What’s your ******* problem now?

Who’s shouting? You’re the one shouting at me.

Depressed b****.

Don’t change the channel.

Yes, Dato. I'm good. How are you?

Actually I wanted to discuss the quotation you sent.

All good, Dato.

OK.

Yeah, sure. Thank you.

Hello, Jay?

Nithya? Is everything all right?

Are you OK?

I need to speak to you. I feel very…

Sorry. I’m busy right now.

Can we talk tonight?

Nithya? Are you there?

It’s OK. I’m fine.

You carry on.

What kind of neurotic society you have created.

If you don't love each other,

at least be humane,

and tell frankly,

that it was beautiful to be together but now it is finished.

Say goodbye.

How long have you been married?

That's an odd question.

About 4 years now.

In these 4 years,

have you ever felt like calling it quits and running away?

Not just once but 10,000 times.

Then why?

You’ll get over it with time.

You’ll learn to live for others. Not only for yourself.

Hard to imagine, right?

But that’s just the way it is.

You’ll eventually get the hang of it.

I don’t think I can live like that.

I have my limits.

There will come a time when I won’t hesitate to call it quits.

Jay?

Jay?

Are you listening?

I can’t seem to sleep.

Can you talk to me?

Do you love me?

Hmmm?

I love you, Jay.

I really loved you.

I’m sorry if I’ve ever hurt you.

But why have you changed?

Married life,

do you know I had such high hopes?

But...

...nothing's turned out right.

It was all a lie.

♫ Andru Vandhadhum from Periya Idathu Penn (1963). ♫

♫ This same moon came then. ♫

♫ This same moon comes now. ♫

♫ There is only one moon for all of time. ♫

♫ The same moon for both of us. ♫

On a beautiful Sunday night, the full moon smiles at me.

That would make a good song.

♫ This same moon came then. ♫

But I don't know why.

In the presence of such a beautiful moon.

I felt embarrassed to jump and smash my head open.

So I postponed my suicide to a new moon day.

Don't think I'm coming up with excuses because I fear death.

Put yourselves in my shoes,

you'd say the same thing.

♫ On a beautiful Sunday, ♫

♫ you walked in like a goddess. ♫

♫ With your scent, ♫

♫ you come to me upon the wind. ♫

♫ I got lost in your mesmerising smile, my love. ♫

♫ The heaven's wept ♫

♫ when you said this wasn't love. ♫

♫ I shattered ♫

♫ like glass. ♫

♫ I shattered ♫

♫ like glass. ♫

♫ On a beautiful Sunday, ♫

♫ you walked in like a goddess. ♫

♫ With your scent, ♫

♫ you come to me upon the wind. ♫

I dedicate this song to.

Jasmine.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

I saw your performance. It was really good.

I am listening to a very nice solo after a long time.

Thought of informing you this.

Thanks.

Are you okey? You look so nervous.

Nothing like that.

You want to have a drink?

Alright, but not inside the bar.

Why?

I am not very comfortable with crowds.

Interesting, you will perform in a crowd, but hate it.

Nithya.

That's your full name?

Not Nithyaveni? Nithyakalyani?

It's My Thoughts Are All of Nithya (a movie).

I'm kidding. My name's just Nithya.

Do you know what your name means?

No.

Constant. Beginning. Everlasting. Without a beginning or an end.

♫ We sang of that glorious light, which has no beginning or end. ♫

♫ Oh, bright wide-eyed girl... ♫

Not bad. A guitarist who knows the Thiruvempavai.

I wouldn't say I know it.

I just happen to remember some parts.

What's your name?

Cheers. - Cheers.

Here's to your song. - Thanks for the drink.

No problem.

Do you know they mix fish gallbladders in Stout?

A fish's what? - Gallbladder.

Yeah. Not many people know that.

Yeah. Not many people know that.

Actually I think we've met before.

You look quite familiar.

I was going to ask you the same thing.

Do you come to this pub often?

I wouldn't say all the time. Only some times.

Once in awhile. When I feel like it.

The live band is quite good.

But I'd never seen you perform before tonight.

Sorry. Don't take it to heart.

No. It's OK.

You wouldn't have had many chances to see me perform anyway.

If an artiste cancels their slot

or if they're running late. That's when they call me.

I'm more like a filler.

They should give you a prime slot on the weekend.

If you ask me, you did good.

To tell you the truth, I've been thinking about quitting music.

And here you are telling me this.

But why? I don't get it.

You are so talented and you want to waste it.

It's because of people like you that

In a world devoid of art even a doodle is considered an art.

A Tamil girl who's read Bharatiyar.

Not bad.

A revolutionary woman who's read Bharatiyar.

You see

everyone seems to think being talented is a blessing.

But none of them get it.

Being talented is a curse.

The ultimate curse.

The pain and suffering that comes with it.

An ordinary person will never understand.

I'm not talented like you.

But, you know, pain and suffering is a part of life.

The world is full of terrible things.

War. Disease. Death. Destruction. Hunger. Famine. Poverty. Terrorism.

The only beauty in life is music.

To create beauty and meaning when there is none in life.

If I didn't have music in my life, I would have killed myself a long time ago.

Actually you are blessed to be able to do this.

I'm not saying you need to become a rockstar.

At least keep performing in bars for now.

You will get your just rewards.

For those animals who don't even appreciate music.

I don't know much longer I can tolerate it.

But let's see how far this goes.

But you can't say that.

I've heard many people sing at the bar.

And I've never felt like praising any of them.

But when you performed, the pain present in your song

was a truly soulful experience.

That why I feel you should keep performing.

Thanks.

You are very eloquent.

Actually it's been a while since I've spoken like this.

So what do you do for a living?

I'm a part-time Bharatanatyam teacher.

Full-time housewife.

You're married?

Yes. Why?

No. Nothing.

Who's Jasmine? Your girlfriend?

It's all right if you don't want to talk about it.

It's nothing like that.

My ex-girlfriend.

I'm sorry.

It's fine. There's nothing to be sorry about.

She must be hard to get over if you're dedicating songs to her.

Getting over her was the easy part.

In a few years, the way she looks,

they way she talks,

you forget these things by the passing of time

But

the worst part of a break-up is

the memories.

You can neither forget nor change a memory.

They'll stay with you to your dying day.

Yeah.

Something I read a long time ago.

It said to write the name of person you're trying to forget on a red piece of paper

then silently recall those memories

before burning the paper and throwing the ashes into the sea or a river.

The universe will then slowly take these memories away from you.

It's an Egyptian belief.

Have you ever tried it?

I don't have anyone I want to forget that badly in my life.

I just thought it might help you.

It may actually work.

I don't really believe in things like this.

But I'll bear it in mind.

Want to eat cucuk cucuk (skewered meatballs)?

It'll be awesome.

They're one of the best stalls in Kuala Lumpur.

To tell you the truth.

I've never had lok lok in my life.

What? Seriously?

You must be the only Malaysian who's never eaten lok lok.

That may actually be true.

Then you're definitely eating it tonight. My treat.

OK.

Text me when you're performing next. I'll try to make it if I'm free.

I'll definitely let you know.

All right then.

It's late. I should head home.

Thanks for keeping me company. I had a good evening.

I had a good evening, too.

After a really long time.

Thanks to you.

Where did you park your car?

Want me to walk with you?

No. It's nearby.

It's OK. Good night.

Good night. Take care.

Hello?

Do you remember me?

Yeah, of course.

I'm performing tonight at 9.

Where?

Rhythm of Chennai.

All right. I'll come by if I'm free.

OK. Bye.

That was awesome. I really enjoyed it.

Thanks.

You seem different.

You're here alone?

Yeah. My husband isn't interested in music.

Have you had dinner? Would you like to have dinner?

I haven't eaten yet.

Isn't it late for you?

No.

I've been meaning to ask you.

Not many Tamil girls listen to rock music.

How come you do? Why are you so unique?

Nothing like that.

There are quite a few people like me.

We listen to everything from The Beattles to Ilaiyaraaja.

It's your turn.

Oh, yeah.

What is your date of birth?

25th November, 1989.

So you're a 7.

No wonder we get along so well.

Numerology? You believe in that sort of thing?

No. Absolutely not.

How can mere numbers decide someone's destiny?

Astrology. Palmistry. Palm-leaf manuscripts.

I think of it as meaningless entertainment.

And your date of birth?

It's all right if you don't want to tell me your age.

November 13th, 1987.

I don't get why some women are so sensitive about their age.

What's the big deal?

So what if people know how old you are?

Are women that vulnerable?

Are you a feminist?

I'm a rationalist.

Feminism is a concept that men created.

They emphasised the idea of open-sex in the name of 'female empowerment'.

But who benefits from open-sex? Men or women?

Some dumb women go around thinking that's gender liberation.

It sickens me.

Sorry. Am I talking too much?

I don't get the whole 'men and women are equal' argument.

There is absolutely no way men and women are equals.

Women are truly superior to men.

If God exists, he's definitely be a man.

Why?

Because no woman would run the universe this badly.

Do you believe in God?

I don't believe in any God.

Me. You. That cat in the street.

That tree. The sky. Electricity.

It's all just a beautiful coincidence.

I don't think God created any of it.

What do you believe in?

The God as you know is not the same God I believe in.

I see an energy in this universe.

Something that human beings can never fathom .

A force greater than our puny minds can comprehend.

That is my God.

But of course, I think religion is overrated.

You can do this but not that.

Eat this but not that.

Wear this dress but not that hat.

Bullshit.

Religion is full of them.

Yeah.

If we got rid of religion, all the world's problems would be solved.

As if that would ever happen.

Even if all of mankind died, religion would still survive.

Who's turn is it?

No idea. You go ahead.

What are your dreams like?

Dreams? What do you mean?

Everyone has ambitions, goals, desires.

What are yours?

Tough question.

I need time to think. You start first.

I have many crazy dreams.

But...

I want to go bungee jumping.

I want to go skydiving.

I want to set foot on the ISS Space Station at least once in my life.

I have plenty of dreams like this.

What else?

Other than that...

I want to go on a long bike ride in the pouring rain.

You know how to ride a bike?

I don't even know how to start a bike.

People usually dream of ferraris, mansions and becoming a millionaire.

Don't you have such aspirations?

Dreams should be big.

Why limit yourself to houses and cars?

Your turn. What are your dreams?

I don't have dreams.

Quit joking.

For real, Nithya.

Why would I lie to you?

To be human is to have desires.

Are you going to become a priest?

These days priests have more desires than lay people.

But think about it.

Goats. Cows. Lizards. Chickens. Cats.

Why even that cockroach.

Do they have desires?

And yet they're all living happily.

What's meant to happen, will happen.

So why sit around worrying?

Goats and cows have told you they're happy with their lives?

Answer me.

A cow told you?

Looks like it's going to rain.

How did you get here?

By bus.

Let me give you a lift home.

No. That's all right. I'll find a way.

Just come with me. I'll drop you off.

♫ This same moon came then. ♫

♫ This same moon comes now. ♫

♫ There is only one moon for all of time. ♫

♫ The same moon for both of us. ♫

Thanks, Nithya.

Good night. I'll see you around.

Good night.

Shall I make breakfast? Eat something before you go.

Never mind. I'm running late.

I'll grab something on the way.

Bye.

One small Moskovi, Bro.

Let me pay my share.

No. Forget it. What's the big deal?

I'm not drinking if you don't let me pay.

♫ I can't live without you in my life. ♫

What's the purpose of that ?

A small believing that the nature will look out for us if we do so.

To happiness.

To more happiness.

It's OK actually.

I wouldn't say it's awful.

What did I tell you.

Is this really vodka?

Lets just assume that it is.

♫ I can't live without you in my life. ♫

♫ I can't live without you in my life. ♫

A classic.

That was my favourite Malaysian song.

Do you sing?

Only in the shower.

How about a song for me?

No. It'll be bad.

Just sing.

Which song?

Your choice.

Fine. I'll sing.

But it's going to be bad.

♫ One dewy night, at the Yamuna river. ♫

♫ Radha waits to dance with her beloved Krishna. ♫

♫ With eagerness she watches the path for him. ♫

♫ But young Radha wilts in the end. ♫

♫ Night has passed. Day has passed. ♫

♫ Night has passed. Day has passed. ♫

♫ But her King has not come to her. ♫

♫ With unblinking eyes, the maiden searches everywhere. ♫

♫ But Krishna isn’t at the pasture. ♫

♫ Is desire one of love's tortures? ♫

♫ But Krishna isn’t at the pasture. ♫

♫ Is desire one of love's tortures? ♫

♫ Poor Radha. ♫

You sing well actually.

You're lying. - I mean it. You sing well.

Thanks.

Your beautiful smile; the radiance of a budding bloom.

The love from your heart; the waves of the blue ocean.

Your dulcet voice; as sweet as the cuckoo's call.

Maiden Kannammaa, I have fallen helplessly in love with you.

You are talking about rules and regulations, Kannamma

What are they for?

For those who are angry, Kannamma

The are no rules nor regulations

With the blessing of our elders,

the wedding rituals can be done later.

I will wait for you. Look here.

A kiss on the cheek.

What does it mean to lie here by the sea, in the moonlight, reciting Bharatiyar poems?

Kavithai punnar inpam.

Don't get it?

Poetic ecstasy.

No one will ever be as good as Bharatiyar.

You know what's sad?

Kannamma doesn't exist.

She isn't real.

So these are poems for a fictional lover.

An imaginary lover for the romantic poet.

But some say that Kannamma was a low-caste girl he fell in love with in his youth.

If you look at it that way, Bharatiyar failed at love, too.

Like you.

Yeah. Like me.

Knowing it is doomed for failure,

how can you love someone that much?

The sea at night actually scares me.

Why?

I don't know.

It just scares me.

It seems so dark and mysterious.

Maybe it's because I don't know how to swim.

So what? You can always learn to swim.

I love the sea at night.

Feels like I'm floating all alone in the universe.

Nithya.

A shooting star!

Quick! Make a wish!

What did you wish for?

I'm not telling you. What did you wish for?

This the first time I've ever seen a shooting star.

So what did you wish for?

I don't believe in shooting stars.

What a bloody waste.

Hello?

Happy birthday, Nithya.

Thanks. Thanks a lot.

The pleasure is mine.

Are you free tomorrow around 10am?

I think I'll be free. Why?

Don't guess. Give me a solid answer.

Fine. I will be free.

Now tell me why.

It's a surprise. I'll WhatsApp you.

Good night. - Good night.

[TEXT MESSAGE] Many more happy returns to my dearest wife.

Love you so much.

I'm going to be late. I'm in a meeting with clients.

Don't wait up for me. OK? Love you. Bye.

Whose bike is this?

It's mine.

Was this the surprise?

When did you buy it?

I'm kidding. It's my friend Koli's bike.

He has a car now. The bike just sits there.

So I've "borrowed" it for the day. - that's cool.

Shall we make a move? - Where are we going?

It's a surprise.

Come over here.

No. I don't know how to swim.

Don't worry. I'm here. Just get in.

Will you save me if I drown?

I'd give my life to save yours.

Don't make me laugh!

Thanks.

Get home safely.

I'm sorry, Nithya.

A week ago, I was contemplating suicide.

Today, I'm head over heels in love.

What do I really want?

But that's not important.

Nithya is angry with me.

Justifiably angry.

What am I going to do?

Will you honour a request?

We shouldn't see each other again.

Why not?

Please don't ask me why.

I don't feel like explaining myself.

This is all my fault.

I should have seen this coming.

Nithya, please listen to me... - Please.

Don't.

Fine.

I'll send you home.

Repeatedly sulking for women

made me ashamed of myself.

My mind says, "Get over it, F*****"

But when have we ever listened to our minds?

[TELEVISION] You must always be happy.

I don't want to be the reason for your pain.

You love me a lot, don't you?

This is Brother Babu.

A great man who raised us on Chivas and Singleton.

I come here when I want to drink good quality whisky.

What's up? You seem upset.

I'm vegetarian today.

So you're a religious man now?

Not exactly.

Guruji says to go vegetarian every Tuesday if you want to get married quickly.

But you're drinking alcohol.

Alcohol is vegetarian. It's vegetables.

So you're itching to get married?

What's come over you?

What's the hurry?

I didn't want to get married but since I'm getting older

my family looked for a girl. I agreed to meet her.

Of course they did. That's just what parents do.

It's their duty.

But what happened to your brains?

Adhering to marriage and traditions in this scientific age.

Truth be told, I was fed up at first.

Then I met the girl.

She looks amazing. We ended up liking each other.

She's a teacher.

It'll be easier for me to get a loan now.

So I agreed to the wedding.

Don't make me curse you.

Who the hell gets married for a loan?

Are you going to sit around twiddling your thumbs after getting married?

Why are you picking on me, Bro?

Lots of people get married.

You're making it sound like I'm the only one.

Wouldn't it be nice to have some companionship?

Are you currently happy?

Yes.

How happy?

Very happy.

Is that so?

Don't think of this as advice.

Some good natured advice

from someone who's been through a lot.

If you truly want to be happy,

don't even entertain the idea of love and marriage.

So you're saying true love doesn't exist, Bro?

Of course, it exists. It definitely exists.

But the gift of true love comes with pain and suffering.

Mark my words.

Don't take it to heart.

But you were in love once.

And you were true to her, right?

What was her name?

Jasmine.

Yes, Jasmine.

He truly loved her.

But that didn't stop her from leaving him.

That girl was nuts, Bro.

She tried to change him. He refused to change.

So she got annoyed and left.

Why did you bring that up?

Why are you bringing that up now?

So he was supposed to become a millionaire overnight?

Apart from changing their names, womens excuses will never change.

Everyone gets screwed over in the end.

Brother Babu?

Forgive me for asking.

If you live without any companionship whatsoever to the end of your days,

do you truly believe you will be happy?

Why not?

As Rajini (a famous actor) put it so eloquently in one movie.

Wife. Family. Kith and kin.

I rather burn to death on a pyre than drown in a sea of relatives.

He's right!

Thanks, Bro.

My heart was content

now I'm just confused.

Alcohol. Food. Women. Comfort.

If you have a good taste for them,

there's a place for you in heaven.

What? Don't you get it?

Get high every day.

Head to Thailand twice a month.

There you have it. Bliss.

No Jasmine.

No Nithya.

The moon is not here as well.

But I can't seem to end my life.

Why?

I've slowly begun to forget Nithya.

Five to six months have passed.

Hello?

Do you remember me?

I need to talk to you.

Now.

I'm downstairs.

How have you been?

What about you?

This was very sudden.

Can't I come by to see you?

You said it wasn't a good idea to meet anymore.

They've relocated Jay at work.

I am leaving to Berlin in the morning.

My flight's at 4.30am.

I contemplated not telling you.

But it didn't feel right.

Don't go, Nithya.

At least let me come to the airport.

Don't do that.

There will be too many people at the airport.

It wouldn't look good if I cried while leaving.

Bye.

I've only just begun to slowly forget Nithya.

She should have left without saying goodbye.

Why did she come all this way just to hug me and cry?

I will never understand women and their love.

Lips are cigarettes,

kisses are the light that ignites.

At 2 in the morning,

in the empty street in front of Malayan Mansion

is when I last saw Nithya.