Naa Saami Ranga (నా సామిరంగ)

Hey, Anji!

Fresh up and come. Food is waiting.

Who are you?

I am hungry, mother.

I haven't eaten in two days.

Oh! Please, eat.

What is your name?

Kishtaiah.

Have it, have it.

Come. come. Come and have your food.

Sit down first.

Here.

Who is this brother, mom?

You have already called him brother. Consider him as one.

Brother...

Mom!

Have you made this? -Yes!

You are such a darling!

What about me?

You are my darling.

Sir... -Huh?

You know the chariot festival is approaching. -Yes!

I need some loan.

Festivals are most important.

Unless festivals are here, how would we make money?

Huh? -Yes.

Here!

Hello! Put this and go.

Fine fellow you are!

Careful, careful.

Oh! It’s broken. -Sorry, sir!

Wait, wait. Don’t touch it.

Ah, Goddess Lakshmi!

Hey!

Send word for Sattemma's son.

“O, o, o…”

Brother, focus on the job.

-Sir, Sir! -Ah!

It’s done, sir. -Is it over?

Ah! -Keep it aside.

Careful. Careful.

Sir...

Hm? -Money, sir.

I will pass it for interest on your mom's loan. Get going.

He wants money!

Anji...

This is Varalu. With a heart of gold.

Who is this?

Kishtaiah. My elder brother.

Hey, Anji! Your mom has died!

Mom…

Mom! Get up, mom!

Mom...

Mom...

Mom! Get up, mom!

Oho! -Mom!

Your mom...

had mortgaged this hut and took a loan.

Now she passed away without settling it.

If you lift the bier quickly, I will take over the house.

If you can give me some time… -Huh?

I will somehow repay your loan.

And how would you?

Huh?

The kid talks out of ignorance. Lift the bier.

Hey!

Touch her and I will hack the hand.

How are you concerned?

She is my mother. And he is my younger brother.

Mom, please open your eyes.

Please, make way.

Please, come, sir.

What is the problem?

What can I tell you? Times have changed.

I lent them money against the house…

and the warrior comes at me with a kitchen knife!

That’s the situation.

Bring the documents to my house and collect your money.

Don't you hear?

This house is always yours.

Mom!

Sir!

What is your name?

Kishtaiah, sir.

I'll take leave, sir.

Enough! Enough!

Hey, come!

Huh!

-Sit, brother. -Yes!

Hey, what are you doing? Get up!

Hey! Get up!

Come here. It’s okay. Come.

Sit here.

Wife! -Huh?

Serve them food. -I am doing it, husband.

Will you eat dosa? -Hmm.

Ah!

Brother!

Brother!

Brother, Varalu is coming.

Bare your heart to her.

Tell her like ANR told Savitri in 'Preminchi Chudu’ film.

Otherwise, I will lose my face.

Hey, Anji!

What are you waiting here for?

My brother wants to tell you something.

Something you would like to hear.

Is it so, boy?

Come on. Tell me.

Er...actually you...

Me...

Huh?

Master…master!

Hey, hey!

Hey! Come on! Come on, man!

Come on! Hey!

Mom!

Hey...

Where is Gopalarao's house?

Go further down and it's the tiled house on the corner.

Hmm!

Uh, greetings, sir.

Is Bhasker home?

Bhaski!

Dad!

How presumptuous you are!

You step into our village last night… for my niece...

and jump over the wall!

Follow me quietly and only you will go with me.

Otherwise…

Why do you trouble yourself so much? Take him along.

Huh?

Come, come, come.

Hey, hey, hey! Who the heck are you?

Dump him in! -Hey, you!

Why are you abducting my brother-in-law?

Hey, where are you taking him?

Hey, father-in-law! They are taking him…

They are taking him and why are you nodding to the clarinet?

Is your brain frozen?

Let's lodge a complaint with the police.

Don't stress, son-in-law. He will come home himself.

Son-in-law… Vada is getting cold. Please, come.

Look at you cool as cucumber when your son is being taken.

Come on fast. They are getting cold.

Hey! Damn your vada getting cold!

What sort of family this is!

Throw them now. Wait. -Hmm.

Who made vada? You or your daughter?

It was me.

Saved me. Give them now.

Did you get it straight out of boiling oil?

You’re not even worried about your son.

I wonder how they are handling him. -Why do you worry so much, son-in-law?

We have our master to protect all of us.

Who? The aged president?

Did you see the goons? They were like fierce tigers!

Every village has a god to protect it.

But our village has a hunk to protect it.

Who is he?

“God Himself…”

“In his own hand…”

“Writes a poem”

“Anji’s…and Kishtaiah’s…”

“Inseparable bonding”

“Their blooming, smiling friendship”

“Is a lesson of whistling to the soft breeze”

“With joy unending…”

Anji, I forgot the match box. -“A journey that would go on until the end”

Bullebbai, where are they?

They went this way, sir.

Give me a match box. -I don’t have it, sir.

Fine. Let’s light it over there.

Come. -Okay, sir!

You can start, Anji.

Akashavani...Presenting now 'The Beating You Sought' programme.

Hey, Kittaiah!

Er…this is our personal issue.

Don't interfere.

Hmm.

Yes. By now, Anji must have reached this guy's village.

Why did he go to my village?

To convey the news of your death.

Huh? Don’t you understand?

On whose orders have you come here?

Gita for the Hindus, Quran for Muslims and Bible for Christians.

For Kishtaiah...

it's master's word.

Hey…

Aunty! -Oi!

Take a clean cloth and a fistful of turmeric and go to the farm bund.

Why?

Your younger son’s head is broken.

What? When?

One...two...three!

Just now.

Hey!

Kishtaiah…

No!

“Goodness gracious”