The Submarine Crisis & The Forgotten Celebrations | Thirukkural Wisdom (Chap2-8) in Action

Dive into an intense underwater adventure where Rajamani’s mission takes a perilous turn aboard a sinking submarine. As he fights to seal leaks, save his unconscious friend, and battle dwindling oxygen, a profound truth emerges—just like forgotten traditions, survival depends on continuity and resilience. Inspired by Thirukkural’s verse on the consequences of a dry sky, this gripping tale blends action, philosophy, and storytelling, leaving you with a deep question: How do we keep our cherished traditions alive even in tough times? Watch now for a thrilling mix of wisdom and adventure! #Thirukkural #Storytelling #AncientWisdom

The script:

சிறப்பொடு பூசனை செல்லாது வானம்

வறக்குமேல் வானோர்க்கும் ஈண்டு

If the heaven dry up, neither yearly festivals, nor daily worship will be offered in this world, to the celestials.

• What’s something you used to celebrate but stopped because life got busy?
• Have you ever felt disconnected from a tradition because the resources or the people behind it faded away?
• And finally, how can we ensure that our celebrations—whether religious, cultural, or personal—continue to bring joy even in tough times?"

Rajamani descended into the depths of a submarine to install his magic oven, only to find himself face-to-face with his old friend and chef, Mali. However, as he attempted to test the oven, the submarine’s descent proved too drastic, triggering an unexpected power loss that sent alarms blaring throughout the vessel. The crew frantically scrambled to repair the damage, but a burst pipeline released a deluge of water into the sub’s interior, threatening to engulf them all. As the situation spiralled out of control, Captain Caspian sprang into action, together with Rajamani, to rescue his comatose friend, Mali, by heaving him to safety just as the water level was rising. But despite their efforts, Mali soon slumped unconscious once more, leaving Rajamani and the captain to worry over his fate. Rajamani has a brainwave in the middle of the crisis.

“Captain, I can patch the hole with a large piece from my oven.”

“Move toward the direction I left you. Help the people who are trying to seal the leak.”

He put his walkie-talkie back in his pocket. He carried the flat metal piece up to the crew members. They were taken aback seeing someone in civvies.

“Here, I just spoke to Skipper. He asked me to help you. Take this and seal the hole.”

“It will not work,” said the crew member. He had a gash on the side of his forehead.

“No, it should work. I’ll help you.”

“Do you have an oxy-acetylene torch?”

“No, we don’t want to use up any oxygen. We only rivets, since power is also at a premium now.”

“Here, use this. I think we’ll need more pieces. I’ll get what I have.”

After several trips, the crew seemed to have slowed the leak.

“What about the oxygen pump?”

“We are trying to use those crystals to get oxygen now. We had to choose between the pump or the oxygen, so we are alternating.”

Thud. Crash.

“What was that?”

“That’s another pipeline which gave way. The leak is enormous.”

The Captain’s voice on the radio. “All hands, divert all remaining battery power to water pumps.”

The crew member started to grumble. “But Sir, the oxygen?”

“If we drown, you won’t need the oxygen. That’s an order, sailor. Divert now.”

சிறப்பொடு பூசனை செல்லாது வானம்

வறக்குமேல் வானோர்க்கும் ஈண்டு

If the heaven dry up, neither yearly festivals, nor daily worship will be offered in this world, to the celestials.

As the hours dragged on, the truth of their fate became undeniable. The pumps struggled, but the water continued to rise, relentless in its advance. Oxygen thinned, each breath a silent prayer. The crew, their faces lined with unspoken dread, knew they were running out of time.

Rajamani had worked very hard. He had pulled out every scrap metal there was in the kitchen and tried to seal every leak. But now he sat motionless, his thoughts heavy. He had sought redemption, but the sea was indifferent and relentless. Like the heavens withholding rain, it denied him the mercy he needed.

The submarine, which was supposed to his hotel for a day now faced the consequence of the dark oblivion. He was reminded of Kaido, the horrible monster, who had to kill Luffy to get his due.

The mighty and supreme submarine was nothing but a mere speck, lay in wait for the inveitable-become one with nature.