The jokester currently professed to disapprove of his being tended to as ‘dad’, which was both a conscious, charming method for tending to somebody as well as a short structure for ‘appa’. ‘Stop! For what reason do you continue to address me as “dad”? How could I become you father? I don’t have the foggiest idea who your mom is. Are you attempting to get a portion of my riches?’ Announcer: ‘All things considered, what abundance do you have, dad?’ Clown: ‘See! You are referring to me as “dad” once more!’ The commentator had it. He changed to the significantly less deferential ‘da’, and said, ‘Okay, you pointless mother lover. Let me know how much abundance you got.’ ‘Great, well that is a more decent method for tending to me. I have five sections of land close to the stream and seven sections of land close to the lake. Be that as it may, I won’t give them to anybody. In any event, when I bite the dust, they will stay in my name. Presently you return to the matter in question. What were you talking about Madhiyaanasoru, our lunch?’said the comedian. ‘Nobody needs your territory. Keep it, da. I was not discussing Madhiyaanasoru but rather about Maadhorubaagan, the person who is one section female. The god who remains on the Tiruchengode slope and has the goddess for his left half. For that reason he is called Maadhorubaagan. Do you figure out, da?’ The jokester changed to ridicule outrage now, and said, ‘Hello! What is this? You are utilizing the “da” over and over again now!’ Then he deplored his terrible destiny: ‘For what reason would it be advisable for me I need to battle with this rude man! Good. All in all, Madhiyaanasoru means to be half male and half female? So they stay right close to one another? Be that as it may, what’s the utilization on the off chance that they can’t contact one another?’ The host was presently appalled at these heretical comments. ‘Chee!’ he said. ‘Try not to express such messy things on this propitious day. You will land up in damnation for the following seven births.’ ‘Goodness! So you figure you will go to the sublime paradise?’ countered the comedian. ‘At the point when you pass on, nobody will considerably elect to adorn your funeral car. Individuals come just when you have amassed some riches. You don’t have anything.’ Then he went to the crowd, and proceeded, ‘in the first part of the day, you will see him getting some puttu on layaway from the unfortunate lady.’ Back to tending to the broadcaster, the jokester got out, ‘Whatever awkward thing did I say? I said the male and female sides can’t contact each other in spite of being so close. What’s going on with that? You and I came about on the grounds that they contacted, right? You call this filthy?’ Either out of sheer irritation or on the grounds that the play needed to start eventually, the host broke into a conjuring melody looking for the gifts of Ganapathi prior to starting the play in light of the notable story of Siruthondan, a lover of Lord Shiva. ‘The play that we will introduce today is the narrative of the King of Kanchi — the most ripe and prosperous of realms. He did incredible support of the enthusiasts of our Lord by offering them food consistently. At some point, the Lord tried him by requesting that the King give him his own child, the sovereign. Also, the King did. The Lord then, at that point, resurrected the King’s cherished child. In the event that those without kids are watching this play, they will be honored with a kid … ‘ Here the jokester cut in and assumed control over, ‘Those without spouses will be honored with husbands and the people who don’t have wives will be honored with wives. Isn’t that so?’ The group bent over in chuckling. Nobody had left the crowd. A few additional individuals had participated, truth be told. Ponna felt that the comedian was the strength of this group. He was certainly going to hold the crowd’s consideration till the end. However, she could have done without the way that they were playing Siruthondar’s story. She had seen it once at the Chakkiliyar’s celebration. Since somebody had petitioned God for a kid and got one, they had sorted out for the play to be performed. What’s more, a few group from the Chakkili quarters came in a steady progression to welcome Ponna. At the point when the second came in the play wherein the ruler Seeralan is killed for food, there was not a dry eye in the crowd. Ponna recalled how unfortunate it was the point at which the performers sang about how the lord honed his blade prior to killing his own child for the contribution. She recollected the melody depicting how he honed his blade on sandalwood and afterward on a vermilion chunk. At the point when they sang, ‘As the mother held the child’s hands and feet, the dad cut his throat,’she heard numerous ladies wailing endlessly in the crowd. At the point when the difficulty was finished and Seeralan was resurrected, the specially was to wave two lemons around him all around.