Oh! Baby (ఓ! బేబీ)

Tell me, how many of you actually chose to sign up for this class?

Look, geriatrics involves focusing on the elderly.

It seems like all the other classes were already signed up for

and most of you are here because you had no choice.

Examining pretty girls is so much fun.

There's no fun in examining old people.

Anything else?

They have a funky smell.

And they don't even use deodorants or perfumes.

That's true. Anything else?

My grandma goes on and on like a broken record.

Then you must meet my mother.

She doesn't quit nagging until you do exactly what she says.

Everyone calls her Baby. She runs the college cafeteria.

Anything else?

As they age, it becomes difficult for them to hear

but they yell at us as if we're deaf.

It's irritating.

Nagging, smelly or irritating...

they are not going to change for you.

We must adjust to their ways.

You have to get used to it.

It was my dream to be a great singer like Janaki & Jikki

and sing for actresses like Savitri and Jamuna.

I had learned all their songs as well.

But here I am, kneading dough!

Chanti, are you listening? There he goes again.

-What were you doing? -Aarti, Baby.

And what did you get out of it?

Good karma.

I can't see it.

How do I show her good karma?

I can see the coconuts and the incense sticks you used for the Aarti.

So why can't I see your good karma?

Did a bird poop on it?

You should never say such things about God.

It's a sin.

Considering the way He has ruined my life,

I'm being rather polite!

So stop with this nonsense!

You can criticize me as much as you want.

But...

-What is it? -You crushed my foot!

My new sandals!

I had bought them only ten years ago!

Here!

I hope you're not reborn as a sandal in your next life.

And if you do, I hope Baby doesn't buy you.

Give it to me!

Chanti!

-Here comes the show-off! -Look at your sandals!

How sad!

Did you secure it with a pin?

You should've told me.

I would've asked my son to send you a pair of sandals.

You know, he sent me these shoes from America...

via courier.

Chanti! How do I look?

Like an old woman who took up hip-hop

because her husband thinks it's "cool."

You're being too enthusiastic, Sulochana.

Let her be.

You're too sweet.

But I understand that Baby's grieving her torn sandal.

My son earns in dollars.

That's why I can easily buy a new pair.

Sadly, your son Shekhar is just a teacher.

He earns only 25,000 rupees a month.

It must be difficult, right?

I know your son works in a restaurant.

So it'd be better if you stop boasting about him.

It's okay, Chanti.

My son is intelligent. That's why he became a professor.

But her son and I are the same.

I make pesarattus and he makes pizzas.

It's the same thing.

By the way...

your son used to clean toilets in America, right?

Does he still do that?

Baby, do not belittle her.

It's okay, Chanti.

I know Baby is penniless

but when it comes to snobbery, she's the richest of all.

Anyway, I'm going shopping.

Oh, no!

Oh, God!

Why did you have to save that cow

and break your back?

I fell because of you, not her.

Oh, really?

-I was only trying to protect you! -Ouch!

That's Subba Reddy, right?

He was so handsome.

-How did he die? -Heart attack.

But then...

why did they use such an ugly photo?

Perhaps it's the only one they had, Baby.

He looks like a corpse in this photo!

Bloody idiot!

He should've asked them to click a good picture.

It would've been so useful.

He isn't around to see it, Baby. He's gone.

I have an idea, Chanti.

Let's go to a photo studio and ask them to take our picture.

If I die first...

make sure you use a pretty picture of me.

And if you die first

I shall use a good picture of you. Okay?

That's a good one!

Where have you been, Anasuya?

I was at the salon.

She's splashing out all your money on makeup.

But it's the heart that should be beautiful.

If you have an ugly heart... you're bound to look ugly.

Learn to smile, Anasuya.

Come on, take your medicines.

What happened?

-Actually, Sulochana-- -I'm sure the hag did it.

But thanks to you, I can't tell her anything!

Please don't call her a hag.

You choose to stay quiet whenever she yells at me.

But the moment I say something about her you start defending her.

You have no shame!

How dare you!

You have no shame!

You should've been married 20 years ago.

And now, you have become a burden on your father.

Here, take your pills.

She's just a kid, Baby.

Really?

If she had been married...

she'd have been a mother to ten kids by now.

Anyway, I don't care.

Will you be at the cafeteria tomorrow?

If the pain's gone, I'll be there.

Okay.

And I am sure she'll starve you because of what I said.

So, I'll send you dinner.

Take care of your dad.

Give him his medicines at 9:00 p.m.

A lot of good people have died.

-I wonder when she will. -Anasuya, are you talking about me?

Chanti, I'd brought you some peanuts. I am keeping them here.

Hey, fatso! You can continue.

The hag has sharp ears!

Don't mind her.

She's my childhood friend.

She might be rude but she has a heart of gold.

You call her a friend?

Doesn't she know that you're allergic to peanuts?

You will never understand our bond.

Oh, no. How will she go alone?

-Dad, button up your shirt. -Yeah, I am doing it.

Baby, I'm coming!

She's nothing like a baby. Bloody old witch!

What's you band's name?

We'll call out your names thrice.

And you'll have one minute to perform.

Any luck?

Where is she?

We should go register our names.

She's never on time!

How many groups have been finalized?

Sir, there's a musical show running on every channel.

I want us to be different.

We need original composers and talented singers, sir.

If we compromise on that, we'll end up being like everybody else.

The show must have good ratings.

Find me some talented people who will make this show a hit.

What's wrong? Go find out.

Looks like she's drunk.

There are a lot of talented musicians in this town.

We're just not looking hard enough.

I was looking forward to this audition for the past year!

Why are you creating a scene?

We can try again next year.

Do you know how difficult it is to compose a song?

-Your composition sucks! -Yeah, right!

This band exists because of me!

You didn't have a place to rehearse. My dad got you one.

-I did you a favor and-- -We don't need your damn favors!

Oh, no!

And what about your job application?

Hey, where were you?

My friend's uncle has been admitted to the hospital.

-He went there to play his guitar. -Shut up!

One day, you'll ask me to shut up as well.

Henceforth, I won't ask you any questions.

It's the truth.

What can't you focus on your studies?

You need to start thinking about your future.

No, he doesn't. He has a bright future.

He's been gifted by Goddess Saraswati, just like I am.

Anybody can achieve academic excellence.

But music is inborn.

His tutor has already been here thrice!

Let him go to hell!

Do not bother my grandson.

You tutored her, didn't you?

She has those headphones on all day. What's the point?