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Mom, Professor Venugopal will meet you.
He will bring you here. I will be waiting for you.
Yours, Raama.
What place is this, son?
Amaragiri.
Why are we here, son?
We shouldn’t have come here.
We shouldn’t be staying here. Come. Let’s go.
-Mom! -Hmm?
I used to tell you when I was a kid.
Do you remember?
That I will become a detective and find dad.
I have become a detective, mom.
I found out what happened to dad.
What are you saying, Rama?
Let’s go from here.
-Don’t annoy me. Come. -Mom!
DEVARAJULA MAHADEV
Once we moved into the hut after our wedding,
no one from the royal family would come to see us except Raghupati.
Your dad was always experimenting something and was engrossed in it.
One day, Raghupati introduced a stranger to your father.
I saw him.
He followed your dad around helping with all his experiments.
Your dad totally trusted him.
What is that?
A secret.
A secret?
Cheers to your 'secret formula'.
Cheers!
What next?
I want to hand over the Varuna formula to the Indian government.
And experiment cloud seeding at a bigger level.
Everyone should know our country has developed this first.
Dad was always thinking for this dominion and this country, mom.
But he was badly betrayed…
By Rghupati.
Mahadev, everything is ready as planned.
Okay, Joseph. Let’s go through the plan.
There is a forest area 15 kms away.
It takes about four to five minutes to reach there.
Okay!
We will inject the clouds there with the Varuna formula we are carrying on board.
Alright?
The weather seems congenial.
-And the wind is moderate. -Yeah.
There is a possibility of increased speed.
The process will be completed in twenty to twenty-five minutes.
Hmm.
-Don’t take any risk, Joseph. -Hmm.
-Stay safe. -Don’t worry.
See you.
Bye.
Commander! Keep the flight ready.
We’ll take off exactly in two minutes.
Mahadev…
-Mahadev! -Huh?
What happened?
The flight is going in the wrong direction.
Joseph, come in.
Joseph, come in.
Joseph come in.
Joseph, you have deviated from the path.
The plane is going towards right.
We are supposed to go left.
Joseph, respond.
What’s happening there? Is everything alright?
Calm down, Mahadev.
Something went wrong, sir.
The flight is not following the plan.
Yes.
Everything is going as per plan.
The plane will fly to Devathala Gutta now.
Not to the forest.
Joseph has slightly altered your Varuna formula, Mahadev.
Joseph has mixed a different chemical in it.
What happened?
-Deva… -Huh?
Your baby is being tattooed on Gutta.
Secret formula.
When this new formula is absorbed by the clouds,
not ordinary rain…
it’s going to rain fire.
It will rain fire on Devathala Gutta. Fire!
Why are you doing this?
I want the cloud seeding formula.
You are not an easy man to get it from.
Why do you want it?
If you are ready to kill so many, I am sure you have wicked plans.
What do you want?
South Pakistan.
I will pull back my country merged with the Indian Union.
To form South Pakistan, I will gift weapons to West Pakistan.
First Hyderabad.
Then Kashmir.
Then we will change this entire country to Pakistan.
Huh?
You are left with two options, Mahadev.
One, hand over the formula and become one of us.
We will give your weapon to the Razakar army and create South Pakistan.
We will take good care of you and your region.
Anyway, this weapon usage is nothing new.
In Treta Yuga, your Srirama used Brahmastra.
In Dwapara Yuga, your Sri Krishna used Varunastra.
The future is ours, Mahadev.
We shall wage wars using rain, wind and water.
We will initiate this entire warfare. We will.
With your weapon.
With Varuna.
Give me the formula.
Just give me that bloody cloud seeding formula.
I have developed this for people.
Hmm.
Sit.
Sit!
Look, Mahadev! Think with a cool mind.
Just give me the formula.
Not even at the cost of my life, Azam.
If I kill you, how will I get the formula?
Hmm?
Joseph! Joseph!
Sir?
Five minutes. In just five minutes…
If he doesn’t hand over the formula, begin the process.
Okay, sir!
No, Joseph. Please! Don’t do it.
Sorry, my friend.
Azam Khan… Azam Khan!
Take my life.
Spare my people.
Raghupati!
You are betraying not me but Amaragiri.
Tell him!
Mahadev! You don't seem to understand.
I want to see India turn into ashes.
There is a fair going on at Devathala Gutta.
Your people, your wife and your son... they are all there.
Save them, Mahadev.
Just give me the formula.
Raghupati!
Respect my sister’s love for you.
Don’t deceive her.
I value power more than love.
Don’t kill innocents for the sake of power, Raghupati.
That’s in your hands.
He wants some formula. Why don’t you give it to him?
If they get their hands on it, our country will be destroyed.
If my idea transforms into a weapon, the country will get into trouble.
That shouldn’t happen.
Mahadev!
I must stop this.
-Joseph! -Yes, sir?
Start the process.
Okay, sir.
We will see the final result.
Raghupati…
I want that formula under any circumstances. That’s it.
Hmm.
I will get it.
Huh!
Oh, no!
Gowri!
Gowri! Gowri!
Gowri…
Stay right here.
Greetings, sir.
Take my wife and kid to the other shore.
There is a train due in some time.
-Put them on the train. Okay? -Okay, sir.
Here. Keep this.
Gowri, go to this place in Hyderabad.
There are a few things I must wind up here.
Take care of the baby.
Rama Krishna.
Rama Krishna.
For us,
and for the sake of our son,
don’t come back here until I tell you.
Promise me.
Promise me, Gowri.
Hmm.
Get out of my way, Raghupati.
Deva, tell me where the documents are.
Raghupati!
Step out of my way.
Deva!
If you stay alive, you will be a threat.
I will find the formula papers myself.
Hey, let’s go!
Make it fast.
Deva!
Hey, Deva!
Deva.
Hey, Deva!
Speak!
Hey, Deva!
Deva…
Deva, please, speak.
My thoughts were confined to people's customs.
But my son’s ideas went as far as the sky to satiate their hunger.
I disowned you and such a noble person because I surrendered to common traditions.
Forgive me, dear.
Do you get it at least now?
For the rain on Devathala Gutta and 37 people going mad,
the Goddess was not the reason.
Neither were my parents.
The reason was Veeranna along with your own MLA, Raghupati.
And Azam Khan who was behind them.
I committed a sin, lord.
Forgive me.
Gowri, I humiliated your love.
I disrespected Mother Goddess too.
Grandpa!
If my guess is right,
Azam Khan will attack the village with his men tonight.
I am sure they have guns.
What are you planning to do, Rama?
Go to the Ghaf tree that has weapons.
Pandavas hid weapons there eons ago. Now, the Kauravas are hiding them.
Do you know where the tree is?
No idea.
On Rattamma’s arm.
In the form of half moon gash.
Teacher Venkata Ratnam asked me to meet him at the river.
Rattamma and Venkata Ratnam both wanted to tell us the same thing.
The boat.
Veeranna is hiding something in the boat.
Rattamma and the teacher somehow discovered it.
My love!
Huh?
Rattamma! Let’s go.
Let’s go.
Hey, go on.
That’s why he made them lose memory.
Let go!
What do we do now, Rama?
We must organize a fair.
Reorganise the fair that was stopped 25 years ago on Devathala Gutta.
Gowri, light the sacred lamp.
My daughter-in-law will do it, Pashupati.
As you say.
Lord! Hmm.
Hmm. Detective Rama Krishna.
Do you recognise me?
After discovering all that you've done, how can I forget you?
When the cop was glorifying you in Hyderabad,
I didn’t consider it much.
But you are cleverer than I thought.
But Rama Krishna, man’s cleverness should have some limits.
Otherwise, along with him, even those around him…
Oh, my baby!
Will land in trouble.
My daughter. Brother, brother…
-I beg you. -Your dad up there knows this better.
Hey!
My baby! Brother…
Let go of her. I beg you.
Let go of me. Let go!
Let go!
Azam Khan, let the girl go.
Sure, I will.
Not just the girl.
I shall spare every single person standing on the hill now.
I only want Mahadev’s cloud seeding documents.
Let go of me. Let go.
Documents, Rama Krishna.
Underneath Mother Goddess's feet...
You can go and search.
Mom!
Joseph! It’s a trap.
Antidote.
What is this, lord?
The chemical that destroyed our village.
When I was little, my father would often talk about a verse from Bhagavadgita.
“Yatha yatha hi dharmasya Glanirbhavati Bharata”
“Abhyuddhanam adharmasya Tadatmanaam srujamyaham”
It means…
Whenever the world is burdened with sin and vice takes over spreading darkness,
God will manifest Himself again and again.
Like how breaking through the darkness spread by these demons
to save our village, Ramayya appeared.
These monsters made a weapon and fell prey to the same.
Whereever Ramayya had lost his sense of smell as a baby,
using as a cosmic weapon at the same place, he marked the end of these monsters.
Their history that melted into the darkness, never saw light again.
Giving the antidote to all our people affected by the chemical,
he sent them to the district hospital.
Uncle!
I can still remember the joy in Chitti’s eyes when she saw her father.
Wars were fought over kingdoms and over religion.
But Ramayya, to free his mother... from Ombrophobia,
waged a war.
He gave his mother courage.
Srisailam project was completed.
River Krishna took into her fold not only Amaragiri, but this story as well.
But to me… this is not a story. It is a journey with my Ramayya.
A great experience in my life.
That’s why I am recording this story in a book.
The title I gave this book is Vikatakavi.
Ramayya is called by the same name in the university.
Vikatakavi denotes Tenali Ramakrishna.
He was not just a great poet.
Like my Ramayya, a detective too.
He stopped a war between the Mughals and Krishna Deva Raya.
That’s why I call this book Vikatakavi.
-Officer! -Huh?
What are you up to?
You were not here. So I was writing a book.
How come you moved to pants from a dhoti?
Oh, that! I resigned from my job.
Huh?
Ah! I want to help you solve cases.
Hmm.
I have been bone-idle with no work.
How can I offer you a job?
Hello?
Detective Rama Krishna?
For you.
Hello?
Hello… Rama Krishna?
Huh.
You must come to Delhi.
Delhi?
Yes. Because you foiled their Amaragiri operation,
ISI is looking for you.
Rama Krishna!
You must come to Delhi immediately.
Hello?
What is it?
We must go to Delhi.
Delhi?
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