Telusu Kada (తెలుసు కదా)

Man! Your flight to Paris is in seven hours!

Why are you burning all the gifts and greeting cards she gave you?

Time just flies when I'm with you, Varun.

Stay with me forever.

No other girl gets to see you in this shirt, okay?

You look really handsome.

I'll wear the same perfume you wear.

That way, I'll always feel like you're with me.

Why are you destroying all that stuff?

Because it needs to be destroyed.

Every moment I spent looking at her,

every feeling I had when I gazed into her eyes,

the belief that she'd always be mine,

that we'd get married, have kids,

build a family…

Damn it all!

It all needs to be destroyed.

Hey.

This is how girls are.

We have seen many such love stories.

Right?

Varun!

That's how girls are these days.

- These things keep happening. - Screw that, man!

Why does it happen?

What do you mean by this is expected of them,

and that we have to put up with everything?

Defend them once more, and I'll burn you alive!

Anyway, it's our fault.

We know they'll break our hearts, and still we run after them.

We're shameless!

We never had control in the first place!

Even a trace of beauty in a girl, and we become desperate.

We start drooling.

Physical beauty alone won't do.

What matters is a beautiful heart.

We need to think with our brains, right?

Why do we let the heart screw things up for us?

Anyway…

When we are young,

even a donkey looks gorgeous!

She thinks she can break my heart, walk away,

and I'll just sit at home sipping buttermilk?

No! I will turn into a vengeful snake.

Okay.

Starting today,

let's make a decision.

Who we love, how deeply we love them,

and how we express it

should be in our hands.

Okay?

Gone are those days when we would go weak in the knees

over a beautiful girl.

She gave me a heartbreak, even though it wasn't my fault.

Hey!

You orphaned me.

I didn't say anything.

I managed to study, be my own parent, and earn everything I want in life.

I never said a word to you.

You haven't given me any of it.

But if you take what's mine and leave me heartbroken,

I won't tolerate it!

She broke my heart and left, even though it wasn't my fault.

You're not allowed to rest until she comes back, wagging her tail around me.

- Don't mess with girls, man. - Hey!

If estrogen is this egoistic, just wait until you meet testosterone.

This is Varun. He's my childhood friend.

They say we only use six to seven percent of our brains.

Ever since his heart got broken,

his brain has been running at ten to twelve percent.

The madman is coming.

That makes him look like a madman to the world.

Guys, he's here!

And it's true.

His only desire is marriage, a family, and a happy life.

Although it sounds simple,

it's almost impossible for him.

If it saves a marriage, they say a thousand lies are justified.

But he has a reputation for always telling the truth.

Since this maniac is an orphan,

he goes to extreme lengths to have a family.

Oh, God! He's here!

He loves feasting on our peace of mind for breakfast.

- Good morning. - Good morning, Chef.

What is this?

The performance review of the restaurant for last month.

Why are you pretending like you don't know?

- Good morning, Abhi. - Good morning, Varun.

Last month, our restaurant's performance was 87 percent.

This month, it has fallen to 85 percent.

I'll tell you the reason we lost two percent of our customers.

Unprofessionalism, inconsistency,

and the habit of taking everything lightly.

Ms. Parvathy. Reception.

It is your responsibility to lead the customer to the table.

But what do you do?

While still on a call with your boyfriend, you say,

"Sir, please go straight. Your table is on the left."

You don't care beyond that.

Why do you come to work, if not to kill us?

Why don't you get married and chill?

Maybe hit the gym and keep your physique in shape too.

You're fired.

Mr. John.

- Praise the lord, Father! - Housekeeping!

Once a customer is done, you have exactly two and a half minutes

to prepare the table for the next one.

You don't have ten minutes to live the slow life.

It's an effing fine dining restaurant. You're fired.

Divya.

This is the problem with recommendation candidates like you, Divya.

Local bars are serving better omelets than you.

It's not about how well you decorate the plate with silly, impractical stuff.

The food should be tasty.

Are you still dreaming of opening your own restaurant?

- Yes, Chef. - Who's going to eat your food?

Except you?

None of you is special, let me tell you.

It is important that you do a meticulous job.

Learn to do your job right, or I'll find people who can.

- Yeah? - Yes, Chef!

Do I have a yes?

Yes, Chef!

Out!

That kitchen is a war zone.

You might lose the battle, but you will not lose the fight.

You want to survive? You move!

Hey, man. Come here.

Every owner dreams of being savage and firing the maid.

But God forbid, she quits for real,

the owner is screwed big time.

Someone who cleans tables at a restaurant

can't have the same passion as the owner.

They have a wife, children, and a family.

You are an orphan.

This is your only job.

But for them, this is just a job.

Effing annoying!

You called me an orphan?

You called me an orphan.

Come. No, brother. No anger.

I can feel the heat rolling off you.

It's the age.

I have a solution for that too.

Hey!

I don't pay for sex.

I'm not suggesting a one-night stand.

I'm suggesting marriage.

I have arranged a few meetings this week. Go meet the girls.

You can gauge the market.

You wake up and fire people. I then beg them to come back.

- I heard that. - I meant for you to.

Go meet the girls.

Hi. I'm Varun.

- Namaste. - Oh. Namaste.

Coffee? Tea?

No.

Today is a Thursday.

I'm fasting for Lord Sai Baba.

Wow!

Okay. What's your opinion on marriage?

Marriage has been my dream since childhood.

My one ticket to freedom.

I'm waiting to get married, leave my family behind, and move away.

I understand what's happening.

So you smoke?

So what? Should only guys smoke?

Aren't girls allowed?

Men and women are equal. Say it!

Men and women are equal! Say it!

- Okay, okay. - Say it. Say it.

Men and women are equal.

- Kids and family? - Why?

Why should we only give birth? Why shouldn't you?

Actually, you should birth a child!

You should experience the nine months of horror.

Alright.

Okay. Calm down.

Varsha, I'll come straight to the point.

If we get married,

we'll be staying in the same house as your parents, right?

Actually,

I'm not living with my parents.

About six or seven months ago, I suspected I might be a boy.

That's why they kicked me out of the house.

All of a sudden,

I felt this urge to shave.

I wanted to chew tobacco.

Hit people if a fight broke out on the road.

Opening a beer bottle with my mouth was it!

At this very moment, do you feel like a guy or a girl?

- Right now, I feel like I'm a girl again. - Okay.

I didn't know that was possible...

If I marry you, my family will accept me.

Oh, you're using me for that?

Okay.

Bloody Abhi!

Why are you upset? You've only met three girls so far.

If you keep meeting them, one of them will...

Screw my life, you mean.