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Make it fast.
What is it?
What is over there?
There is something here.
Make sure the fire stays lit.
It will not be possible to cross the river tonight.
Where is he?
Kora!
Kora...
What happened?
Why are you here?
Yakshi (Spirit)!
Kora...
Kora!
Ko... Kora...
Who are you?
My apologies...
I did not mean to...
Why did you come here?
I could not...
make it across the river.
I took a wrong turn in the woods
and ended up at the gateway.
There was no one on the verandah.
So you thought you could come in and steal?
No! Not like that.
I took it because I was hungry.
I shall take your leave.
Once you step through the gateway of this mansion,
you will find the river, plains,
and mountains, nowhere else but here.
Which month is it right now?
The harvest season is done.
Monsoon has begun.
Like time itself, the river flows,
winding and turning relentlessly.
Crossing it will not be an easy task.
Who is there?
I asked, who is there?
That is...
Whoever steps through that gateway, I shall know.
That is a passerby.
A gracious moment indeed
to have a guest after a long time!
Welcome to my humble abode.
Who are you?
What brings you here?
My name is Thevan.
I am a Paanan (courtly singer).
I used to sing to the Lord at the palace,
to wake him up from his slumber.
When the fight broke out,
I fled for my life.
If I make it to the other side,
I will be safe.
Paanan!
Baanan!
Banabhattan!
Quite a lineage of poets!
Oh, no, no!
Nothing like that.
So...
You must be a descendant of Poomani Paananar?
Yes.
You may look up.
Can you sing the 'Manikyacharitham'?
I know it.
I used to sing it at the palace everyday.
He is lying.
If he is a Paanan, where is his instrument, the 'nanthuni'?
I lost it while fleeing.
All that is left now are my songs.
I do not know the hymns.
Only the Brahmins can--
Just answer the question.
No one becomes a Brahmin by birth,
only through karma.
Let us catch up on that talk later.
Now you sing a song for me.
Let me hear it.
Right now?
Oh, then should we wait for the stars to align?
Come on, sing.
It was brilliant!
If you were at the palace now,
the lord would have rewarded you silk and gold.
I merely sang what I heard and learned.
I am not worthy of all that praise.
Enough, enough.
What does a meagre cook know about music?
Step away!
Your arrival and your song,
I liked it all!
Join us for supper, what say?
I am truly grateful.
I have been starving for a few days...
I know...
You do not have to worry anymore.
You can join us permanently.
Just sing whenever I ask you to.
Hmm?
But...
I...
need to go.
To decline a helping hand
is a gesture of disrespect.
Whenever I, Kodumon Potti have sought something
no one has ever turned down my request.
Explain it to him.
Refrain from retorts.
You may stay here.
Mm...
Alright.
Whatever you say, Master.
Then, come on in.
I am a lowborn Paanan...
Am I allowed...
to step inside?
What if I am unconventional that way?
Huh?
[Reciting a Sanskrit Shloka]
Ashtadasha Kandam, second verse.
A delightful guest is most graciously welcome.
Be they lowborn or of noble caste!
Come inside.
Open the room next to the granary for him.
Give him clothes and anything else he needs.
Alright.
Keep walking.
Every room looks the same,
yet it is a different one.
That is how they have been designed.
Lots of pillars,
stairs and shadows.
The first Potti who came here
six generations ago,
got it build by the famed carpenter from Mayannur.
That is the great hall.
Next to it is the kitchen.
After sunset, a single meal
is the norm around here.
That is the way to the southern side.
No one is allowed to go there.
This is the only passage
from the great hall to the kitchen.
When you reach here,
keep your foot forward and proceed.
Take no deviations.
What is upstairs?
This mansion has several chambers
that have remained closed for years.
So...
you may hear sounds
you have never heard before.
Do not pay heed to those.
Also,
do not ask unnecessary questions.
Do you understand?
You can sleep here.
Remember you are not in the palace.
Be careful when you walk
inside this mansion.
It is all right.
It is not!
Long ago, a physician who lived here
went exploring the southern room
in search of treasure.
No one has seen him since.
If you are careful...
good for you.
Apologies if I have misbehaved in front of you, my guest.
I have been alone for quite a few years now.
I have forgotten the last time
I stepped out of that gateway.
When I saw this mansion,
I thought it would be bustling with people, like at the palace.
I hope you liked what I sang, master.
Please have.
Drink up.
Drink until you are satisfied!
Our granaries are full.
Everything is God's grace.
Praise to God for providing me shelter and food.
But I gave you all that, right?
Then why are you thanking god?
Oh, no...
I did not mean that.
Then what exactly did you mean?
Tell me...
Let me hear.
I meant God brought me here.
Or I would be in that forest--
Fate!
Fate brought you here!
Not god.
If I said something unpleasant...
please forgive me.
How about another song from Manikyacharitham--
AH!
Oh...
Pakida, the game of dice!
Do you know how to play?
Yes.
I play in the temple grounds at times.
Those are the tokens.
These two, the dice.
Move the token according to the number on the rolled dice.
Whoever gets their token here first, wins the game.
All depends on luck!
Not just luck...
You need brains too.
That is what history tells us.
Have you not heard of Mahabharata War?
But it was treachery, was it not?
How dreary, indeed, is the passage of time!
When one is drowning
in a deluge of boredom...
Pakida is the finest remedy!
True.
Please sit.
Before we start the game,
you need to pawn something valuable.
Gold ornaments, money or whatever it may be.
This Paanan has no gold or money, Master.
You cannot reap without sowing.
Is that not the law of nature?
Therefore, I cannot make a decision on your behalf.
But...
I have nothing on me for that...
YOU DO!
You do...
You have it now...
You always have it.
Just that, you do not realise it.
Hmmm...
So, tell me your decision.
I do not know.
I am not able to understand, Master.
What is there to understand?
Tell me your decision.
I own nothing but this dhoti draped around me.
You indeed do.
Your time!
My time?!
How can I pawn my time, Master?
You definitely can!
In this world, time holds greater worth than anything else.
You were sold among harlots
and rogues in the slave market,
and then you escaped the merchant's plan
to ship you to Ponnani.
Wandering through the dense forest,
unable to cross the river, here you are...
ready to play a game of dice with me.
Then it is your destined time!
Is that not the truth?
Yes!
You know everything, Master!
Well, then, let us pawn your time now!
If you win this game,
you are free to leave from here.
But if the victory is on my side,
you must stay here
for the rest of your life...
as the Paanan of my mansion!
Oh, no!
That is...
Please do not consider my words as a retort.
I am afraid, I cannot play such a game.
I am sorry but I must leave.
The dice have fallen on the board!
Now how can you leave without playing the game?
Six, three...
Move the token!
Ashta (eight).
Chama (four).
Now, should the dice roll 12,
it shall signify your defeat.
So...
may I?
Looks like the Paanan who came to sing
has now taken to playing Pakida as well.
Only because the Master insisted.
It was such an honour to play with him.
Is it not my great fortune
that someone of such wisdom,
treats me so kindly?
His face radiates grace!
He understood everything about me
without me saying a single word.
Such a virtuous man!
Virtuous?!
He is an impostor!
Please, do not.
Please do not say such things about the Master.
His world goes beyond what we can imagine.
What if he is not wearing the holy thread!
He is a great Brahmin, after all!
What is it?
Why are you laughing?
Do not trust him.
What you see now is not his true nature.
He will betray!
Oh, no!
Speaking like that can put us in harm's way.
If the Master hears us, we will lose our heads!
Please stop.
Stop?!
Who are you to command me?
A lowlife who survived on the scraps of some palace!
A mere moth that came rushing
towards the sight of a flame!
No need for such arrogance in your words.
We are both equals here.
Puppets, swaying to the master's tune.
I may be a lowly Paanan in your eyes.
But Master considers me as his guest.
Do not forget that.
My body doesn't always align
with my mind.
Maybe it is the age.
Maybe because you are drunk.
Witty fellow!
So, you are more than just a singer.
Good.
We can resume the singing after supper.
Should you become frail,
it will worry your mother, Paru.
But I have never spoken a word
about my mother.
Yes, you did once mention,
about your mother waiting for you.
Did I?!
I do not remember saying it, Master.
Very well...
Please eat.
I hope...
your stay here is comfortable...
Yes.
I am very comfortable.
It is more than enough.
Good.
So then,
what is the issue between you and the cook?
There is no issue.
What did he say about me?
Nothing.
He did not say anything about you, Master.
Your face reminds me
of a previous house help who lived here.
He was very smart.
Such a pity!
Where is he now?
This cook said something and misled him.
The poor fellow,
lost his wits.
And started roaming around here like a madman.
His very presence became unbearable.
Screaming and crying and whatnot!
When it became insufferable,
I put an end to it myself.
He is now resting peacefully,
buried in the southern backyard.
Ah! There he is!
What about supper?
The food is over.
Four rounds of servings done.
You dare insult me in front of the guest!
Go, bring the food, you insolent fool!
There's nothing left to bring.
The kitchen has run out!
A wood owl's hoot forewarns death!
Do you not fear death?
No!
Impudence!
Keep your head down, you dog!
I said, bow down!
Please, do not! He will die!
Silence!
Step aside, you filth!
Do not just stand there. Start singing.
Who is he?
How does he know about my mother?
I have heard of sorcerers
who would not hesitate to do any harm.
Is he someone like that?
Who is this Kodumon Potti?
What kind of place am I stuck in?
I need to know.
What you said and heard is true.
It was Potti who killed
the previous house help and the dancer.
I buried them.
If you want to know who Kodumon Potti is,
you need to know the history of this mansion.
And also about the great sorcerer,
Chudalan Potti.
Many years ago,
Chudalan Potti, an Atharva Vedic scholar,
observed rigorous fasts and
summoned Goddess Varahi before him.
Pleased with Potti's devotion,
the Goddess presented him with a magical box.
And along with the box was a goblin inside,
endowed with supernatural powers.
"This goblin will grant you all your wishes,"
said Varahi and disappeared.
But Potti enslaved the goblin
and caused him much suffering.
Exhausted and disenchanted,
the goblin once told a heavily drunk Potti
that if he looked into his mouth,
he would see hell.
Upon the moment, the intoxicated Potti
looked into his mouth,
the goblin sucked up Potti's soul and killed him.
Thus, liberated from Potti,
the goblin gained control over the entire mansion.
He mercilessly killed all its members.
Many powerful sorcerers came
and tried to banish the goblin, but they failed.
Finally, Kodumon Potti, the last descendant
arrived to banish goblin.
You are right.
I have seen the goblin in the attic!
If you roam about at night,
I will have to dig a hole for you as well.
I am leaving.
You should not stay here either.
Come with me.
Let us escape from here.
This place is...
cursed!
Not even a mango tree blooms here.
Can you not see?
Come!
Stop!
Let us quickly escape.
Stop disrupting my work and go away!
If we stay here,
our lives are in danger.
Let us go.
I said, go away!
You are insane!
Your fate is to die and rot here!
Where are you going?
My mother is alone at home.
Please allow me to go.
As you wish.
You may go.
No one here will stop you.
But...
how will you go in this rain?
Rain?!
The rain is not going to let up anytime soon.
It may last for weeks, months
or even years!
Dominant Jupiter is holding back time!
During the time that dancer was here,
it rained for three years straight.
Due to the pelting rain,
he could not distinguish between day and night!
He lost his memory.
The poor fellow started blabbering.
Is that why you killed him?
No!
A dancer must know to dance!
A singer must sing!
Otherwise, one should not exist
as a mere burden upon this earth!
Music is the art of God.
Singing across lands,
a journey to salvation.
Someone who has forsaken rituals and customs,
may not understand that.
This is 'Bramayugam', the age of madness!
A worsened era of the most degenerate age, the Kaliyugam!
A millennium-long frenzy of violence!
Worshipping god in Bramayugam serves no purpose!
In this era, such rituals and customs are irrelevant!
God's exodus marks the beginning of Bramayugam.
No matter how loudly you summon Him,
He won't hear you!
I must go.
I will go once the rain stops.
I thought you were different from the rest,
but I was mistaken.
You all possess only one emotion,
'fear'!
Whether it is rain, wind or thunder, you fear everything!
In my distress,
I spoke without thinking.
Forgive me.
I will sing.
I will sing at your bidding, Master.
No!
Your presence is becoming unbearable to me.
You need not sing any longer.
Here.
Drink this.
In my village,
it is the season for sowing seeds.
My hut is by the bank of a stream.
In a valley below the mountains
surrounded by pebbles.
The valley must be in full bloom
with yellow flowers now.
The soil there is pure red.
After our usage,
we can sell the remaining rice.
Our yard is full of taro and yam.
I only have my mother at home.
My poor mother...
My mother's hands...
are full of calluses.
She worked really hard.
That's how she made this stud for me.
She must be waiting for me...
without knowing where I am.
My poor mother...
What about your family?
I have no one.
I am alone.
I don't drink.
This will help forget the painful memories, right?
I don't want it.
I will not make that mistake.
I think our birth itself is a mistake.
Why are you digging this hole?
It was improper to leave without my permission.
Where are your manners?
You could have asked before leaving.
Did you have to vomit blood like this?
I made a mistake.
Pardon my ignorance.
Kindly allow me to go.
That is not the proper way to ask.
You should plead more earnestly.
Master, please grant me your permission to leave.
Please...
allow me to leave.
Your permission...
is not granted!
Here, drink it.
I...
could not escape...
You are not the only one.
No one who crossed that gateway,
has ever left.
This is a trap.
The more you try to untie it,
the tighter the noose becomes.
A mystical knot that
gradually wipes away memories over time.
I do not understand anything.
Here...
eat this.
Your pain will subside.
Do you remember when you arrived here?
I do.
A few days ago.
A few days...
or months?
You cannot believe it, can you?
Do you remember your name?
My name...
Leave that...
Do you recall your mother's name, at least?
I cannot...
remember anything.
I cannot understand anything.
What has happened to me?
I cannot explain it in words.
But I can show you.
Come.
Come up.
Just like us,
this man got entangled in the same trap.
He was the Lord of this mansion.
As time passed,
he forgot his name
and the purpose that brought him here,
and spiralled into an abyss of madness.
Ultimately, he had to be chained.
This is Kodumon Potti
who came to banish the goblin.
Ah!
If this is Potti...
who is downstairs?
The goblin!
Taking on the guise of another,
a wolf in sheep's clothing!
Cloaked in the semblance of a man with flesh and bone
it walks among us, in this mansion.
But if you look carefully,
you will see that it is not human,
it has no heart,
it is not a creature of God.
It reeks of death.
Relishing in the intoxication of power,
the goblin enslaves and dominates
anyone who comes close to it.
It has created a realm of control around itself.
The goblin is both the master
and the prisoner of that realm.
We are also trapped inside that realm now.
And no one can leave.
What wrong have we done
to deserve this suffering?
Those in power
take pleasure in toying
with the freedom of others.
It need not be the result of a wrongdoing.
After all, he did not bring us here by force.
We walked right into it.
There is only one way to escape this place.
There is a...
sealed chamber inside this mansion.
Inside, there is a lamp with an eternal flame.
It must be extinguished.
Where is...
this chamber?
Beneath the great hall.
An underground chamber.
Beneath the heaps of rice in the granary,
there is a door.
Going through that door will take you
to the chamber below.
There is a heavy door that is locked.
If you peek through its keyhole,
you will see a lamp, constantly aflame,
powered by some magical force.
The goblin stays upstairs
keeping watch and protecting it.
The goblin has only one aim.
To stop anyone from seizing his power
and attain immortality.
We cannot let that happen.
Where is the key to that chamber?
I have scoured every nook and cranny.
Perhaps it rusted and vanished somewhere.
Or...
it may have disintegrated into the soil
with the remains of those buried beneath.
If the goblin lays a trap,
there must be a motive behind it.
They key has not left this place.
It is right here.
How do you know that?
I do not know.
But...
the goblin, disguised as Potti, knows where it is.
Only one way to find out.
When one is drowning in a deluge of boredom,
Pakida is the finest remedy, is it not?
You may start, Master.
No.
I am willing to pawn anything.
But what do you have left?
I have something.
A key!
What key?
The key to my destiny...
It is in your hand, Master.
How do you know about that?
You hold the key to my freedom.
Do you not, Master?
That is what I meant.
If I win the game,
I could go.
You cannot gamble with fate twice.
Please give me one more chance...
to decide my fate.
Then you cannot deem it fate!
If this tree topples and the mansion collapses,
the door to that chamber will be shut forever.
I will get the key.
You should help create an opportunity for that.
Laden with liquor and meat...
a sumptuous...
last supper!
We must make our way out
through the gateway tonight.
I will prepare the supper.
But should the plan falter,
I cannot come to your rescue.
Who gave you the authority
to serve him liquor from the cellar?
It was a mistake.
Forgive me...
My routines have been disrupted
since his arrival!
I will not tolerate it!
It will not happen again.
Then, waste no time in digging a hole for him.
I will do it.
I know you have not
held me here to sing.
To shatter my faith,
to completely wipe away the thought of God.
To lose all hope...
To suffer in pain...
Until I die in this hell!
So you can revel in my suffering.
Death...
is a blessing.
Beyond it, there is nothing.
An eternal end!
I want to see your real form.
It is not time yet!
Bring me some more.
Everything has been predetermined.
No one can alter it now.
Where is he?
The hour of reckoning has at last arrived,
marking the end of your futile existence!
Behold the absolution of your very soul!
Open your eyes!
That is Varahi's magical box.
The same magical box
that was given to Chudalan Potti
by Varahi centuries ago.
Traitor!
You used me as a bait!
Now is not the time for arguments.
Leave me!
I said let me go!
Time is running out.
Before sunrise, we must tame the goblin
and confine it within the box.
It is weak right now.
Tame?
Yes.
We cannot escape without taming it.
If not, wherever we seek refuge,
it will hunt us down and kill us.
Wait.
Where are we going now?
To catch the goblin hiding within the chamber!
This marks the final stage of our ordeal.
You must heed my words closely.
Under no circumstances
should you believe anything the goblin says.
It will only speak lies.
It shall deceive us with lies.
It may even attack us psychologically.
If we are to survive,
we must overcome that as well.
Where?
Where is it?
There it is!
Behind the pillars.
Stop hiding, come out!
Who are you to command me?
The one who came...
to seek vengeance by banishing you!
Dare you, a lowborn in disguise,
find the courage to banish me?
I am not a mere lowborn!
The blood coursing through my veins
is that of Kodumon Potti.
Impossible!
I killed every member of that bloodline,
including the life yet unborn in the mother's womb!
And just a few days ago,
you buried the last of the remaining Potti's.
That is right.
I am his son.
Little did you know,
Kodumon Potti fathered a son
with a lowborn woman.
A truth your cunning self failed to uncover.
"People become Brahmins not only by birth
but also, through karma."
Do you not recall your own words?
I am here to capture you
and reclaim this mansion!
Ambitious!
The maidservant's son fosters ambitions
as grand as his dreams!
Argh!
[Chanting]
Please... No!
I can only imagine the sorrow of a poor maid's son,
who was raised without
the warmth of his father's love.
No matter how many mantras I teach you,
they can never fully compensate
for what has been lost.
I apologise for all my mistakes.
Come.
Come to your father, my son.
I stand before you not as a sorcerer,
but as a helpless father.
Come close, my son.
Please come.
Did you expect me to fall for your tricks,
as my ancestors did?
I know who you are
and what you are!
Bring Varahi's box!
Keep it open.
Stop!
Open it...
and you will die!
Once he confines me within that box...
he will...
kill you!
Stop listening to it and open the box!
He will make me kill you!
Stop listening and open it!
ARGH!
You have no right to acquire this power!
This power will be nothing but a curse for you!
You will be struck by lightning's wrath!
Take the box.
Come.
Come out!
From now on...
I am your Master!
Let go of my hand.
I beg you not to.
Do not wear that ring.
Whoever wields power,
will be corrupted.
Even in your possession.
Commoners like me
are always its victims.
This is rightfully mine.
Should you stand in my way...
I shall be forced to kill you as well.
Let me go!
Your stud...
Was it not on your left ear?
Lightning...
- What is it? [In Portuguese] - Just a madman.
Move forward!
MOVE FORWARD!