ENEMY
A man can become God
A human being can become God
When he gives unconditionally He can rightfully become a king
Like the many uses of a banana tree He can be a martyr to our society
Like the candle that melts selflessly He can spread light endlessly
A man can become God…
Ten crows were perched on a tree.
A hunter shot one crow and it died.
-How many crows are left on that tree? -Nine crows.
Only one crow. The rest would have flown away, right?
There will be two crows.
How is that?
One is lying dead. Next to it will be one crow, right?
That's the best friend!
Teacher, can I also tell a riddle?
Tell me.
"He will ask me to play with him."
"If I say I have work to do, he will ignore my excuse."
"He will play with children younger than him."
"He will suddenly vanish into thin air."
Who is he?
I don't know. Do any of you know?
-Who? -Lord Krishna.
That's true, right?
You are such a sweetie pie.
What has upset you?
It's been going on for six to seven months.
That man doesn't even make an effort.
How much should I suffer? I work in so many houses.
At least if this poor girl would study on her own, I wouldn't mind.
She is dependent on you, teacher.
Please tell sir to deduct your tuition fees from my salary.
Okay. Go inside, I'll make coffee for you.
Come here, Ponni.
This is your parents' problem.
You shouldn't let it affect your studies, okay?
He isn't able to understand this math problem at all.
Teach him.
Why are you burdening your children with your worries?
What's happened now?
You're short on cash this month, too, is that it?
So what?
Keep my husband out of this.
As if your sir shows me accounts for all his expenditure.
This is between you and me, okay?
Hang the clothes out to dry.
Tell me, dear.
It seems Seema's uncle owns a wedding hall in Madipakkam, Ma.
He is offering a discount of 50%.
Her parents are coming over to convince Dad and you to take it.
-Hmm. -What do you mean, "Hmm," Ma?
We planned to have the wedding in the Mylapore temple
and reception at Hotel Savera, right?
Ma, I don't want this change of venue.
Please don't go with their idea.
Ma?
What happened?
Okay.
Seema is petrified of her parents.
I don't want to fuss like grooms normally do.
That's why.
And I'm the sacrificial lamb here?
Not you, Ma.
Dad. Ask him to convince them.
It would be a cakewalk for him to sort it out.
Then… they are planning to come tomorrow or the day after.
Hello?
Dheena.
Hey!
Change your shirt before someone sees you.
Do you have a spare shirt?
Hurry up.
Why did you both come here? You are of no use here.
Make sure they get off at the next stop.
Why are you telling me? As if she'll listen to me.
If he's caught, can you get him out on bail?
It's first-degree murder.
To get him out on bail is impossible. Death by hanging is his only verdict.
You went to talk to him. Why did you kill him?
I told him not to go.
Why?
Why did you kill him?
Why this bottled-up anger?
Will your dead brother
come back to life?
What will I tell his parents?
That man's wife
didn't yell or cry.
She didn't even stop me.
She looked at me like she had seen a ghost.
Will she remember your face?
She saw my face,
but I don't know if she saw "me."
Ma.
What's happened to you?
You know something,
but I know you won't say it.
You saw him, right?
Why are you silent?
Why, Ma?
You could say something.
Anything.
You are still angry with Dad.
He is dead, Ma.
You could forgive him now, at least.
Varun.
Dheena?
Won't you talk to me?
God help me.
Like the many uses of a banana tree He can be a martyr to our society
Do you intend on being silent forever?
Grandma.
How much longer will you hide here?
You won't talk?
I don't like talking to you, sir.
I feel like talking to you. Talk to me.
Talk, man.
A man can…
become God
Lord Muruga.
Sir, can't you keep quiet for a while?
How long will you be here?
Sir, it doesn't concern you.
Didn't I make it clear I don't want to talk to you?
A man…
Like the many uses of a banana tree…
You keep asking, sir. I won't answer any of your questions.
These are the times you hate to be questioned and the person doing it.
Aren't you thinking of leaving this place right away?
You can't do that either.
A man can become God
Why this anger?
Why this unreasonable anger?
Tell me.
Why such intense rage?
I have just killed a man, sir.
I killed him in a single blow.
If you'd done the same, would you be talking cheerfully?
You don't look like a murderer to me.
Why did you do it?
He made me do it.
He was destined to die by my hands.
Did he have a choice?
It's been three weeks since my brother passed away.
He is the sole cause.
All because of a government loan.
My brother lavishly bribed whoever the man told him to.
He sold and gave whatever he had.
He wanted to free his family of misery.
Tried his level best.
All that was left in the end was trust.
That man broke his trust.
I don't think my brother committed suicide.
This man was the one who tightened the noose around my brother's neck.
He kicked the stool from under my brother's feet.
That man flung aside the stool which was under your brother's feet.
You did the same to that man.
An eye for an eye. Is that all?
No, you are thrusting the blame on me.
I swear I went to ask that man for justice.
"The man who trusted you is dead and he has a family."
I wanted to see a glint of remorse, regret or compassion
in the eyes of the man responsible for his death.
Did you feel it?
I don't understand.
That same compassion, remorse, regret,
did you feel these emotions?
You killed that man.
Did you think of his family?
Who then is answerable for my brother's death?
I went and asked him, and you know what he said?
"There are thousands like your brother. It isn't my job to help all of them."
"You cry because he's your brother and you care."
"Why should I bother?"
Even that is pardonable.
In the end, he said this.
"Cowards like your brother don't have the right to live."
"What does it matter if he dies?"
"Just forget him and move on."
From the very second he uttered those words,
till his head hit the floor and blood spurted all over,
nothing was under my control.
He is the reason for every action of mine.
Your dad could've hit you as if you were a kid,
yelled at you,
he may have hurt you.
Friends could have hurt you.
Bottling all these pent-up feelings of people who crossed your path,
you gave a form to it.
And you got an elderly man that suited your image.
Me.
Rage, violence, revenge.
You must have harbored within you, all these years, at least 10-15 people.
By killing me,
have you forgiven the others?
Have you forgiven them, Dheena?
You don't hate my body, but my character.
You haven't left me behind. You've carried me with you.
I don't know how you will get rid of me.
But till then, I'll be your shadow. You know that very well.
From your stance, you chose to kill me.
What would you have done if you were in my shoes?
Give it a thought.
Noble men who set an example perfect Can end up statues, a mark of respect
Those hearts that bloom for love and care Can be worthy flowers beyond compare
When he takes the world on his shoulder He can be hailed as a national leader
When he takes the world on his shoulder he can be hailed as a national leader
A heart with such purity Can become a house of divinity
A man can become God…
Ma?
Auntie?
Auntie, let's go. Come with me.
Come.
-He's leaving, Malli. -Is he taking his wife and child?
-Or are they coming from there? -I'll handle it. You take care.
-Don't be scared. -What's the plan…
-One minute. -Take care, grandson.
Be on the line.
Here is the cash and train ticket. You leave first.
Malli and the baby will leave later.
-Who is on the phone? -Malli.
How is our baby?
Why wouldn't she be fine?
How are you?
There's still time to board the train.
Did Dorai give you money for--
I don't know if what I've decided is right or wrong.
I hope you'll understand.
What do you mean?
Hello?
How many days do you intend on postponing the wedding now?
When something tragic like this happens,
an auspicious event should follow soon.
You must take this…
Ma, where are you going?
To the temple.
You shouldn't go to the temple, Savithri.
-Ma. -I'll come with you, Auntie.
I don't want anyone. I'll be back.
She has gone to the temple, it seems.
Should you do this? Think it over.
Okay.
No need, Dheena.
Ma'am.
Ma'am?
You are the God who should pardon me.
Your forgiveness would be enough for me.
I'm prepared to go to any hell.
Whatever the punishment, I'll accept it.
My husband…
could have helped your brother.
Even if he wasn't helpful,
at least…
he could've given him some confidence.
Fine, he didn't do so.
Your brother didn't need to resort to suicide.
For that reason,
you didn't have to track my husband down and come into our house.
Or he didn't have to lose his cool and insult you like that.
Even if he had been harsh, you could have been patient.
Without being like that…
All because of some silly squabble,
I stopped talking to my husband for ten long years.
I am the one who killed my husband.
I could've barged inside the room as soon as I heard the noise
and spoken to both of you. I could have stopped all this.
When I didn't do anything that needed to be done,
how can I pardon or punish you?
I am not entitled to that right.
Your form…
Which is it?
Which is your thought?
Like a bud blossoming
Early in the morning
Like a flower withering
Late in the evening
Random dreams wax and wane
Heart hardens with ego in vain
You melted now
And then despite strife
Oh, my dear life!
Your form…
Which is it?
What is your thought?
Raging like a ball of fire explosive
Rolling recklessly on rocks extensive
Is it only to be worn out or worse Snuffed out to be a spent force?
Or is it to realize your ignorance?
Like showers of rain Not touching the earth's plain
Like a flaw beyond pardon
Is it just for life to end in strife?
Oh, dearest life!
Your form…
Which is it?
What is…
Your thought?