Lucky Baskhar (లక్కీ భాస్కర్‌)

ALTHOUGH THE STORY TAKES PLACE ENTIRELY IN MUMBAI, ALL THE CHARACTERS

SPEAK IN TELUGU FOR THE CONVENIENCE OF THE TELUGU AUDIENCE.

Get tea for me.

Yes.

The calmness in the sea is seldom seen in the people.

They just keep running.

And the reason?

Money.

There are many ways to make money in this city.

Jobs, business, politics, lobbying, films, settlements, and many other ways.

But all these ways lead to Dalal Street.

The care of address to the 29-story BSE building.

Welcome to Bombay.

The money capital of India.

- Here you go, Baskhar brother. - Thank you.

Harsha bhai said that the Bluemoon shares will increase in a week.

He was right!

Harsha bhai, alias Harsha Mehra.

BSE's power player. The big bull.

If the stock market is a sea, he's the whale.

Ninety percent of newspaper buyers read the front page and the sports page.

He got those people to read the business page.

He introduced the stock market to petty shopkeepers and auto drivers.

He showed eyes afraid to dream how to make dreams come true.

But…

This story is not about him.

It's about me.

My name is Baskhar.

Mr. Baskhar…

I'm Lakshman Rao.

Chief Investigation Officer from CBI.

You need to come to the bank with us.

- Bank? But, I'm… - You have to come.

- Sir, I'll take a bath… - Did you brush your teeth?

That'll do. Get in the car.

Let's go.

- Open up. - Hey! Who are you?

CBI! Open, I say.

- Ramji, open it. - Sir, you! Okay, sir.

- Security, turn on the lights. - Okay, sir.

- Pull out the account statement. - Okay, sir.

You sit here.

Print out all of Baskhar's bank statements.

Okay, sir.

What's all this, sir?

I'll come straight to the point.

There are allegations against you

regarding the misuse of bank funds.

That you are involved in securities and bank receipts fraud.

That's why CBI is here to inquire about that matter.

Hello?

Sir, it's your wife.

Sumathi?

CBI, it seems. They are raiding the house. It's a mayhem!

Don't worry.

They are doing their duty.

Cooperate with them. I'm hanging up.

Where do we begin?

- Security! - Yes, sir.

- Turn on the generator. - It's under repair, sir.

How long is it going to take?

We need an electrician. It might take 30 minutes.

- Fetch him quickly. - Should I leave after serving you tea?

Hey! Take care of the fuse first.

Okay, sir.

Where do we begin?

My name is Baskhar Kumar.

I'm a cashier at the Magadha Bank.

My salary is 6000 rupees.

I owe the bank 36000 rupees.

Magadha Bank.

Ours is one of the few private banks that escaped nationalization in 1980.

This is our current chairman. Rajbir Lokhande.

Okay, sir.

Latha ma'am. Did your daughter recover from fever?

- Yes, she's better. Thank you! - That's a relief!

The sweets you gave me yesterday were delicious, ma'am.

- Everybody at home loved them! - Thanks, Baskhar!

This is Regional Manager Himanshu Sir. Very short-tempered.

- Everything alright? - He's such a bother.

Really proud of you.

- Good job, Baskhar. Good job. - Thank you, sir.

Try to get more FDs for the bank.

Your growth lies in the bank's growth.

Assistant Regional Manager, Athish Kulkarni.

He's due to retire in a month.

If I meet the year-end targets,

Himanshu sir promised he'd strongly recommend me for that post.

- Did Mr. Narayanan come? - No, sir.

- Hasn't come yet? - Sorry, I'm late.

Mr. Narayanan, Vault Manager. Arrives late, leaves the bank early.

Okay, sir.

- How much? - 25 lakhs, sir.

These are the bank ledgers. We maintain the bank accounts in these.

We enter the data into the computer every month-end.

We submit a report to the RBI every six months.

Baskhar, a prospective suitor is coming to meet our daughter this evening.

I need to leave early.

You must handle depositing the cash in the vault.

Okay, sir.

- Good morning, Baskhar. - Good morning, sir.

- Good morning, Baskhar. - Good morning, ma'am.

GM Vinod sir and AGM Srikanth sir. The main pillars of the bank.

I've been the best employee for the past three years.

I'm proud of these awards.

Maruti 800. My favorite car.

The bank seized it from a loan defaulter.

It's been here for the past six months.

To purchase that, you first need to repay the outstanding loan.

Samba, my best friend.

We studied together till the tenth grade.

I passed and became a cashier. He failed to become a peon.

My partner in crime.

I've got a side business too.

Hundreds visit the bank daily.

Many don't even know how to write a check.

- Write it yourself. - Next.

- Could you fill out this form? - Next counter.

I help such neglected customers…

For a nominal fee.

My name is Anthony.

And this is my loan application.

- How much is the loan amount? - Two lakhs.

- What's the collateral? - Nothing, sir. Everything is gone.

I've got a port trading license card.

This won't do.

- Sir. Please, sir. - Next!

This is the colony where I live.

I'm sought after by a lot of people here.

Not because they like me. But because I owe them.

Seven hundred and fifty.

Five hundred and sixty.

A thousand rupees to her.

- To the guy who's shouting… 1200 rupees! - Baskhar bhai!

- Patel Bhai, 10,000 rupees. - Money! When will you return my money?

I need some more time. Please.

- Shut up! You moron! - Bhai.

If you don't pay at least the interest next month,

I'll show you what I am!

Sure, bhai! Next month for sure.

- Get lost! Go! - Definitely! Thank you, bhai.

This is my house in Bombay's town side. My father built it.

A brother studying engineering.

This is not for me.

A sister pursuing a degree simply as a pastime.

Mom. She left us in childhood.

Father. Prahlad Kumar.

Once a renowned Chartered Accountant in Bombay.

But now a nobody.

He invested in a business with friends ten years ago and got duped.

He suffered a paralysis stroke.

The pain of being deceived made him stop talking to everyone.

Despite all my hardships and living in borderline poverty,

she chose to marry me even against her family's wishes.

Sumathi. My strength. My wife.

She dreams of setting up a home foods business one day.

This is freshly made.

- Here you go. - Hi, Mom!

- And this is my six-year-old son, Karthik. - Daddy!

- How was school? - It was good!

Fifty rupees.

- Shall we change? - Yes.

And the masters of the universe.

- He-Man! - Karthik!

Put on this T-shirt.

The same T-shirt every day.

You'd look like a hero. Put it on.

If you're late, you'll miss Arun brother-in-law's cake cutting.

- Are you ready? - Almost.

- Okay. - Hey.

- Wear it. - Should we buy a gift on the way?

Mom has asked to wear this.

A gift?

Buying a gift…

Mom! Can I play with the He-Man toy?

He-Man toy, Mom!

Thank you, Karthik.

Poor thing! Did you give away his toy?

It's alright.

I told him we'd buy a bigger toy for his next birthday. He agreed.

How can you be so late, dear?

Greetings, mother-in-law.

Come. I have to talk with you.

All are here. Please come fast.

Greetings, Mr. Ramesh. All good? How are you, dear?

- Hello, how are you? - Hello.

- Hello, brother-in-law. - Hello, brother-in-law.

Mr. Rao! Greetings!

Why are you late, sir?

I asked you to inquire about the home foods business. Have you?

Yes, but he mentioned there's an existing loan.

He plans to take another one after repaying it.

Right! That's going to happen. And your life's going to change.

Listen to me and come home with your child.

Your brother will show you a way.

- You are still young, so getting married... - Mom!

What nonsense! Without any thought or context!

- Can I have a bigger piece, sister? - This is what you deserve.

Karthik!

He's a kid, right? I was afraid he'd waste it.