Arivu walked into his new home at Mardaan Kuppam. He flinched for a second. Flies buzzed around and the house smelled like murderous trash.
“That’s where the name comes from!”, Arivu exclaimed.
“Hey, city boy! Shut up or we’ll come together and protest!”, a man screamed from outside.
Arivu had moved from a mansion in the city of Tiruchirapalli in order to help out the poor. He moved to this slum in Chennai. Arivu got all his mandatory stuff moved into the biggest house in the village, and sat outside. He addressed the lot of people getting ready for the Kabali Temple bells to ring, commencing the time to start eating dinner.
“I will help you! I have a contact, P.V. Raj, who will help me start a radio station in my house in recognition of you!”
People gasped at the name P.V. Raj. He was a big man in Mardaan Kuppam. He scared people. After Arivu said the words, ‘my contact, P.V. Raj,’, the people who didn’t like him immediately obeyed every command that Arivu said.
“Now, go ahead and eat your rice and stew!”, Arivu yelled. Everybody obeyed, with chants of ‘Yes, Master’.
Arivu was plain confused. He started recording his first song for the radio station.
“Welcome to 101.6 Kuppam FM. You’re listening to கருதுவானலாம் கலீஜாம்!”
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