Devadasu (దేవదాసు)

Ever since I remember I'm known as Devdas.

I'm not Parvathi, my name is Bhanumathi.

Bhanumathi... Bhanu... very nice name.

Are you just name sake Devdas or like him lovelorn...

Stop... stop...

Not yet till now.

Why did Devdas became lovelorn?

For love.

What is love?

I too don't know... do you know?

Do you know?

Do you know it my heart?

Do you know what touches heart?

Do you know what is selfless?

Do you know what is without any impurity?

Do you know what isn't hypocracy?

What is without any relationship...

Becomes a bond...

It isn't your relative but is always with you...

It's a festival celebrated everyday ...it's love!

Love is a beautiful gift of dream in every beholder's eye...

America! World's richest country.

People from all the countries on the map come to this place.

People with an aim of making money are more here than tourists.

Big bucks in short time, that is America!

Always at work, no personal relationships. That is America!

There's no time to greet a man next to you.

There's no time to look back also.

Speeder than train... work faster than time.

Many Indians are also in this rat race for work and money.

Coming to America,

making it to big time gradually,

settling here,

there's a respected American Indian's famlly.

His name is Kattamraju Lakshminarayana.

He hates losing and never gives opponent a chance to win.

He came as an NRI, became a Senator,

and became Governor of an American state.

Governors of other states are waiting for him.

He's going to deliver a speech representing all of them.

What he says in it isn't important for us.

Let's take a peep into his household.

She's Kattamraju's mother Chandralekha.

Though settled in America, she loves India.

Anyone talking to her few minutes will decide to go to India.

What do you say Mrs. Chandralekha?

It's not my greatness.

It's the greatness of India.

We can't give up our customs and traditions, can we?

Without offering prayers to Holy Basil plant,

we can't have fllter coffee or breakfast, can we?

Can't make an offering to Lord also?

Breakfast brings to my memory.

No response.

He's Bangarraju, he came to her son for a job,

he prepared tea for old woman as she was suffering from headache,

that's all, Senator seized his passport,

ever since then he's part time cook and full time PA.

Won't you get up until I send Munna?

No, a Ilttle sentiment to see Munna on waking up.

Only Munna knows my true value here.

That's why it's saluting me raising it's legs.

Don't think too much, it didn't do to salute you.

Then? - For this.

Don't you have brain?

Don't you know you've to take it out every morning?

Why? Is anybody taking me out? Am I not going out myself?

Take it out.

Apart from these people,

not only to this house but heir to the empire of Senator,

his only daughter Bhanu is here.

Presently she's enjoying summer vacation.

Ever since the beautiful melodious music charmed me last evening,

I felt like a strange power has made me float in sky.

A new relationship formed with me and came closer to my heart.

I felt like it reminded me about it's here for me.

What's the connection between me and that raga?

After hearing it I'm bored with daddy, grandma and everyone here.

I want... I want... I want something.

I want something...

I want to do something else...

I want a friend...

I want his friendship...

I want the meaning of endless happiness...

I want my boundaryless thoughts to come alive...

The world I never knew till date...

The world who will never leave me...

I want a new world...

I want a friend...

I want her friendship...

I want a sea making waves in my pocket...

I want a relationship that will caress the heart behind my pocket...

The world I never knew till date...

The world who will never leave me...

I want a new world...

He must come like a cloud...

I must turn into earth...

I must spend every moment of life in the rain of colours...

Drench every moment of life in the rain of fragrance...

Turning all my minutes into lightnings...

Turning my hours into crops for love...

I want a friend who can bring down a new rainbow everyday for me...

She must come like a melodious raga...

I must become her love...

I must sing a song to change lives...

I must reach a shore to merge with her...

In rhyme with my dream...

Joining my lonely heart...

I want her company in the symphony of my life...

You're making wrong notes dear.

You are mixing two ragas with wrong notes.

Do you know music grandma? - I know music?

I've a title, 'Nightingale of Music'.

I loved music more than your grandfather.

He must have died in that sadness. - Shut up.

Teach me music, grandma. I want to hum a raga.

I lost touch of music. - How then?

Why are you dejected? Go to India to learn music. - India?

What is this?

Only Carnatic music has the power to make even harsh words to hear melodious.

If you really want to learn. You have to go to India.

Learn in India, you'll be a better singer than me.

I feel she needn't go to India to get better of you.

Shut up. - Okay.

Anyway it's summer vacation, let's shift our base to India.

Promise me. - Go ahead.

I want to go to India to learn music. - India? No... no...

Look, you are breaking a promise.

Send her sir, she'll sing and we can enjoy the music.

Okay, I'll inquire about music colleges in Hyderabad. You can go.

Look there! Students of Loyola college...

Louis Phllippe tops...

Levi Strauss, Polo jeans...

Dove and Camay soaps...

Davidoff, 555 cigarettes...

Rado, Swiss watches...

Revelon, Poison scents...

Police goggles...

Phoenix shoes...

Look here! Students of SRR College...

Super Bazar shirts...

Janata tailor pants...

Margo, Medimix soaps...

Made in local scents...

Watches running late...

Sharing cigarettes...

Cheap plastic coolers...

Rubber chappals with holes...

It's Ferrari sports bikes here...

It's old bikes and bus passes here...

It's pizza, burger, sandwiches here...

It's Irani teas and Samosas...

It's cell phones here and coin-a-phone there...

It's posh modern girls here and local damsel devils there...

Though there are many differences...

There's one common point to both of them...

Never attend classes and spend most of the time in canteens...

Look here and there...

Girls, we too have bikes not just those rich kids.

Come on get on.

My dream girl.

What is this?

Ramping walk! Haven't you seen it in films?

Hey get lost man... you...

What is this? - Censor cut! Haven't you seen it in films?

Our wavelengths are matching perfectly, come on my bike. - Bike?

Where is it? - There!

Is it a bike?

I bought it last year only. - Last year?

I don't know when the last owner bought it.

Did you get this outfit also like that?

No, you know the big Raymond's showroom in posh Abids, don't you?

Bought it from Raymond's showroom?

I bought from a hawker selling on footpath near it.

Shoe is second hand? - Second leg.

Your bike, dress, shoe everything is second hand.

You want a rich college girl?

When did you join college man? - Long ago.

Till I get a rich college girl, I'll continue to study. That's my challenge.

Won't you come on my bike? - Get lost man. - One minute.

You made so many inquiries about second hand, I've a doubt.

What is it? - Are you really a first hand?

Go away... I've seen many like you.

At least you come on my bike. - Get lost man.

At least come up to my bike. - Why? To push it?

Didn't get any girl?

Move... move...

Deva, even if we love them, maintaining them is very difficult.

All I asked was to come on my bike.

Oh God!

Can't you fulfill my wish?

Buddy, God is benevolent on you. - Where? - Look there.

If you get on his bike, you'll end up paying Rs. 1000 in hospital after 3 months

If you Govt. College boys cross our path, our evening fun will get ruined.

We know only to block, we don't know to back off.

Look, either we must beat you or you must beat us,

but police shouldn't beat you or us. - No words please, place?

Shamshabad quarries.

One from your college and one from my college must start the bike from here.

Look at the hill top.