Mithunam (మిధునం)

A chaste Telugu couple loved by ideal couple...

A couple adored by the couples all over the world...

A home of eternal love...

A garden of quince of Lord Shiva...

A fragrant flower of love that a man presents to his wife...

lt's a duet of love filled with nine moods and peaceful co-existence...

An ideal way of life together that symbolizes the culture of lndia...

Ajourney through the sea of life with the help of wife...

lt's a delightful song of souls inspired by life's little pleasures...

A holy couple's journey through the flowery paths of worldly life...

lt's a stirring tale of affection of a couple who crossed 60 years...

A victory flag of successful marriage hoisted proudly by the couple...

Salutations to motherland!

Mother, l bow to thee!

Rich with thy hurrying streams, bright with orchard gleams...

Cool with thy winds of delight...

Dark fields waving Mother of might, Mother free....

Glory of moonlight dreams, Over thy branches and lordly streams...

Clad in thy blossoming trees, Mother, giver of ease...

Laughing low and sweet...

Mother l kiss thy feet... Speaker sweet and low...

Mother, to thee l bow....

This is radio station, Hyderabad centre,

lndian year of 1934, 28th day of Bhadrapada month!

2012 AD, September 19! Wednesday morning!

We greet our listeners on the occasion of Lord Ganesh's festival.

You look exactly like a monkey!

Get down!

You called me a monkey,

so l'll come down only if you offer me a fruit.

Fruit? l'll beat you with a mud piece!

You'll put soap nut liquid into my eyes.

Thank God, you didn't say l'll season you!

Get down, my man!

Troubling me on festival day!

Get down!

May you live long enough with blessings of mother and mother-in-law...

Still?

Having 25 children... - This is good!

No shame at all! - Watch out! Still it's good!

Good, it'll be good...

Do it slowly, l may lose remaining hair too!

My head isn't a vessel!

lt's bitter. - That's why l told you shut your mouth.

lt's wonderful!

Mischievous like a child!

Pour water!

Hot...it's very hot! - Hot?

Take it.

Eye...wound!

Take fruit!

Where's the pomegranate leaf? - lt's there only!

Where's the leaf?

Always troubles me, all leaves are for God, right?

Leaves ring to my memory, add few leafy vegetables.

You've 3 brinjals cut yesterday, right?

Historians say old brinjals are good for chutney than fresh ones.

Offer prayers! Lady's fingers and brinjals won't go anywhere.

How come curry leaves are here?

Use fresh curry leaves for soups!

lt must fall into the soup directly from the tree.

Not into well, right?

Just because you've stock, don't add too much of coriander!

Coriander must be like rhythm of Tanpura in the brinjal chutney.

You woke me up early morning!

Despite my warning, you gave me a oil bath!

l'm dying with hunger, didn't have a drop of water since morning.

you're feeding the bulls first!

Not bull but cow! lt's sin, repent!

He's like that, is it tasty?

lf you're hungry, you'd eat few extra morsels.

Clarified butter! - Pour!

Excellent!

Delicious like nectar.

Taste isn't in the thing but in your hands!

May the food giver live happily! - May you digest all the food!

Betel leaves!

Get it yourself.

You lazy woman!

Great!

You made the plant to sprout betel punch!

You're not an ordinary woman!

You're a bit...lady!

Bloody bitch!

Useless boy!

Never let others to live in peace. Donkey!

What chutney is it? - Coriander!

Bland!

l know, coriander will not do for you. You want hot and spicy!

Add chili powder!

Did you feel the heat on tasting what you sniffed little earlier?

You're taking revenge on me.

l'm avenging for missing Draksharamam proposal.

lf l had married him,

l wouldn't be toiling like a beast here,

l would be sleeping like a queen on the silk bed!

What's here other that the smell of snuff powder?

l feel burning sensation in stomach.

Have some more chili powder!

You've medicine, right?

1, 2, 3...

5!

How are children?

They are ruling the world like 5 Pandavas!

What do they lack? They're doing fine!

Don't have the chance of speaking to them on phone.

What can you speak to them?

Night falls here and day breaks for them there!

Anyway you get a call from them every week, right?

They're visiting us once in every 2 or 3 years.

Phones they bought are dead!

Things beyond our reach are always more beautiful!

Strange humans who snap bonds!

Attached detachment!

They should yearn for us, why should we yearn for them?

l feel like to eat something, Where's the mango jelly bar?

Not anywhere else, it's right beside me.

Don't know when you get up at night for what!

Our eldest son loves mango jelly bar!

People live according to their tastes.

Though they're our children, we mustn't be dependent on them.

Where we are destined to get air and water...

lt's God's wish!

God's wish? Not mango jelly bar!

Pluck flowers, my friend... l've to visit temple...

Tender like you... Beautiful like you...

Flowers...

Disturbing sleep is as sinful as disturbing penance.

Fools don't have the sense of time.

Stop it, you fool!

l'm grandpa here!

lndeed 'Appadam' grandpa!

l told your father, mother and sister, l'm telling you again.

Don't call me as and when you wish!

There's a day every week, right? Call on that day only!

l'll kill you! l'll not show mercy because you're my youngest grandson.

Cut the call!

This is Akashavani radio station, now poetry recital!

Now let's listen to Jonnavithula Ramalingeswara Rao's Coffee hymn!

Coffee every morning gives real kick...

lts big trouble if we miss it a day...

lt's sheer luck to get a good cup of coffee...

Nectar is humbug, my dear men...

O coffee!

You're one of a kind drink in all the worlds...

That's why l tie you up in my mouth...

Raise slogans of praise with our tongue every morning...

O mother of taste, don't make me scold wife for an early morning bed coffee...

Fresh coffee...Nescafe...bless us with your divine taste, Brook Bond...

Loved by world over...life giver...

May you flow in every home every hour, O Goddess of hot beverage...

The aroma of you dripping down in the steel filter is really deadly...

A little of it can bring back the dead to life...

Missing you for a day ruins the day with cranky behaviour...

That's why they get you urgently...

They bring and keep safely to prepare... And wait patiently till it is served...

The serve a frothy coffee by pouring it from one cup to another...

Even men from traditional families go to have a cup of Barista coffee...

They get disappointed if the shop is closed...

l seek refuge in you, O Goddess Coffee!

Fabulous!

What son?

No problem, carry on.

He's having coffee, he'll be in a trance.

He won't come out of it for an hour.

lt seems elder one has gone to San Francisco, did he tell you on phone?

Who is she? Granddaughter of aunt Subbulu!

The girl who is named after me,

it seems she gave a dance performance in Tata conference...

Not Tata? CAT?

Not even that? What's it then?

DATS?

Damn it! That's it!

Telugu people split up into 3 in a day!

Something is boiling on stove, wait.

Gravy is boiling!

Centrum? No need, son. He never uses English medicines.

Get something for my knee pain.

Grandson? Does he want to talk to me?

ln Telugu? No?

Let him talk!

Yes, grandma only!

Grandpa is having coffee.

lf he hears your Telugu, he'll kill you.

Will you make a cartoon film on your grandpa?

Does my husband look like a cartoon orjoker to you?

Hey you...call your father!

Are you cooking everyday or eating frozen food?

What's the time now there?

Go to sleep.

Okay, she's fine, right? Tell her l had inquired. Bye!

One must have attached detachment!

What's the use of getting too attached with parents like your mother?

Did your mother or father ever come to see you?

Did you ever think about them?

What's this? Why are you washing my sari?

You wash my dhoti, is it wrong if l wash your sari?

Moreover when l wash, squeeze or dry your sari,

wonderful, l'm overwhelmed by feelings!

Enough!