Mister Middle Class

Padma, wake up and get the kids ready for school.

The landlord asked for two months' rent.

Oh, God!

Even Lord Venkateshwara is awake.

Mr. Edukondalu hasn't woken up yet.

Wake up.

He doesn't even love his own father. What a sadist.

Wake up, lazy brother-in-law.

Your sister is even lazier than me.

What is this, Lord Govinda?

Why am I burdened with these financial troubles?

My age is increasing, but my SBI bank balance isn't.

I don't see any chance of becoming a millionaire anytime soon.

Every day, I offer you a handful of roses,

two bananas,

four incense sticks,

three rupees' worth of turmeric,

eight rupees' worth of saffron,

and a fifty-rupee coconut.

I am spending Rs. 100 every day on your offerings.

If you break the coconut quickly, I'll make chutney out of it.

Shut up!

If God listens to you,

he'll misunderstand and think...

...I offer coconuts for chutney and bananas for juice.

Lord Govinda, every month I have EMIs, credit card bills, electricity bills,

school fees, hospital expenses, household expenses, loans, and interest payments.

There are hundreds of middle-class problems like these.

One crore rupees...

you just send it through Google Pay or PhonePe, our lives will be settled, right?

-When will you pay the milk bill, sir? -Oh no!

Are you asking me for the milk bill?

Is this fair, God?

It wasn't the Lord who asked. It was the milkman.

Venkat, I'll pay it in four days.

Adjust a little.

I'll adjust for your sake, madam.

Hey, if I'm the one paying the milk bill every month,

how can you adjust for her sake, you adulterated-milk milkman?

Is that so? Okay, then.

No more adulterated milk from now on.

-See you, madam. -Ah!

Is that enough?

No more milk for the kids from now on.

I offer you a milk bath every day, right?

But you've left my house without any milk.

What is this, Lord Govinda?

Everything is empty.

This is not a kitchen.

-It has become a scrap metal shop.. -Hi, Bujjulu.

Okay, make coffee.

How can I make coffee without coffee powder?

You innocent Paddu.

Didn't I bathe without soap in the morning?

Like that, you can make coffee without coffee powder.

Now you see, dear.

Ouch!

Black coffee.

At the coffee shop, it's Rs. 350.

Dad!

Black coffee.

Brother-in-law, the bank officer called.

If we don't pay the EMI this month, they'll take the vehicle.

Let them take it.

Even if the Finance Minister comes to help us, we still won't escape poverty.

-Hey, Venkata Ramana. -What, dad?

I've been having a headache since morning.

I suspect it's a brain tumour.

Shall we go to Apollo Hospital for a checkup?

Dad, the bill you pay every month is more than our rent.

Every headache is a brain tumour to you,

and every gas problem is a heart issue.

I'll end up dying because of the stress you give me.

Oh, God! What are you saying?

You don't even have insurance.

Oh ho! If I had insurance, you could've killed me.

Idiot.

'This middle class Venkata Ramana has an amazing flashback.'

'Two years ago, he had a hotel called Venkateswara Tiffin Center.'

'The hotel was packed with people.'

'The cash box was loaded with money.'

'Driven by his urgent desire to become a millionaire,'

'our hero borrowed Rs. 1 crore at 4% interest...'

'and started grand Venkateswara hotel.'

'It was a huge loss.'

'Due to the huge loss, he became restless.'

'Then he sold the hotel to Gavvala Govardhan,'

'who worked at the same hotel, at a huge loss.'

'With that, our people became workers in their own hotel.'

'Our great Venkata Ramana has forgotten that he sold the hotel...'

'...and still treats it as his own.'

Venkata Ramana?

Venkata Ramana?

-Oh no! -Ah!

Sir, I mistook your wife for my wife.

-I was a little confused and thought... -You will think, man.

You will even think that the hotel is yours.

Why are you dancing like Prabhu Deva?

It's not that, dear.

-Venkata Ramana is... -Shut up.

A dignified housewife should not talk about other men.

That's fine, Sir.

It's the first day of the month.

Will you pay my salary?

I will pay, man.

Are you begging or what?

First, go and grind the batter.

What are these struggles, God?

Since childhood, I have lived with a shaved head more than with hair.

My grandfather's name is Srinivasulu.

My father's name is Edukondalu.

My name is Venkata Ramana.

Since my wife's name is Padmavathi, I married her without dowry.

Why am I facing these problems?

God, this is your devotee Venkata Ramana's plea.

I don't know what you will do.

End all my troubles and make me a millionaire.

Om namo Venkateshaya.

What is this, Venkata Ramana?

Do you think it's an offering box or a post box?

Recently, we opened the offering box.

More than half of it was filled with your letters.

Everyone is offering money.

But you are offering letters.

Everyone has money. But I have problems.

That's why I wrote all my problems in this letter and put it in the offering box.

He is looking at it, but not paying attention.

Lord Edukondala Venkata Ramana.

Consider me, God.

Hail Lord Govinda.

Credit at the grocery store,

credit at the vegetable vendor,

credit with the laundry guy,

credit with the milkman,

credit with the house owner,

credit for school fees,

and credit at the barber shop.

Credit... Credit... Credit.

I'm getting tired of answering questions, Karuna.

I switched off the phone, sister-in-law.

Padma.

Padma.

It's you I'm calling.

Why aren't you answering?

Are you at home or in Singapore?

Oh, it's Singapore.

There are only three poors in our house.

Kitchen poor, Bedroom poor, Hall poor.

All are poor.

Why is my darling angry?

Let me cool down.

Darling.

What happened, darling?

Why are you irritated?

You are very rich in this aspect.

Padhu, you don't worry.

A Singapore tour for our next wedding anniversary.

That will not happen in this life.

I know all these things.

He is a negative mind.

Hey, my salary got credited.

All of you come here.

We have to divide the budget.

Padhu, all of you keep your cell phones here.

Salaries are credited via PhonePe and debited via Google Pay.

Padma, your salary is for house rent.

Karuna, your salary is for household expenses.

Seenu, your salary is for school fees.

My salary goes toward these EMIs.

Brother-in-law, give Rs.3500 to the chicken shop owner.

Otherwise, he won't be happy.

From today, no chicken or mutton.

Venkata Ramana, get my eyes checked at Prasad Eye Hospital.

-Father! -Hmm.

I will offer you my eyes, just as Thippadu offered his to Lord Shiva in Kannappa.

Close your eyes and sleep.

-Hubby! -Hmm.

We've managed the household expenses. How will we pay the interest to Masthan?

Our problems are like an inexhaustible pot.

One problem is almost solved, and another one is already there.

Let them come.

Venkata Ramana.

Come to the hall, or I will come into your kitchen.

Hello, brother.

Bhai... Bhai.

I just arrived. Why are you saying bye?

I didn't say bye, brother.

I said "bhai" (brother).

Forget all that respect stuff.

First, Tell me when you will give me Rs. 18 lakhs.

I will give you in a few days.

Taj Mahal is built by Shah Jahan.

Charminar is built by Qutub Shah.

I will build your grave.

Talk with respect.

Though we don't pay the principal, we are paying interest every month, right?

You are so pretty.

But my wife is not as pretty as you.

You are very lucky, Venkata Ramana.

Even if a man works hard, it is useless.