Ding Dong Bell

Chiranjeevi: Nopaaro Gapaali Dakiyaa Mumboosa. Gomaar Omaar Jaa Jaa Jagirdaar. Kopamlo Kodtaan Tidtaan Mari Algante Ettaa. Laal Salam Popora Jaffaa lakiriko kokkoroko. Horahoree Potapotee. Jeenedo Jumbala Jaffaa. Koramisam Bangla Jungle Eduthanel. Chesh Venu gaana lola asaamasee. Kindiki digite manchidira poramboku. Carasyoom bapasyaam Miljulke hamfat. Ganasyam upassana keetumiya. Bum bum o otesko. Nenu chooskunta.

Golmal: I can understand your struggle to showcase your best performance in that language of tribes who live northwest of Kakoniki jungles in South Africa. I heard that you have the habit of mastering at least one tribal language whenever you go abroad on shooting assignments. Perhaps you must have learnt this language when you went to South Africa for the shooting of “Mriga Raju”. The essence of what you are trying to ask me is “When the Sun is happy in the west trying to relax in his royal chariot, the Moon is cool resting in the welkin, the breezes are crazy teasing the lonely lovers on the beaches, the bees are comfortable squeezing honey from their honey pots and all such other similar or partly comparable things are on their own track attending their natural duties, how come you came down to interview me all the way from Northern Mujribino. I hate always being a school student answering the questions of my interviewers. In this cool setting in my place, I can maintain peace if you allow me to ask you questions instead. This is my command and not a request. This is my place and I can do whatever I like. Please cooperate. I don't ask you difficult questions because I have no special motives or interests in that direction. Let's keep it cool, informal and somewhat delightful for both. Rest can be understood.