What's wrong?
All breaks down when you need it the most.
The thing's grown too old. We'll buy new one.
What's wrong, Panditji? Something wrong with the car?
Come. We'll drop you home.
No. It's alright. We're obliged for your help.
No need to take the trouble. But we'll get it fixed soon.
There is no trouble at all.
We'll be very lucky if you sit in our car.
Please. Come.
Radhe.
Please call our garage person. Raju, he is nearby. Call him.
He will take the car.
I hope you have his number.
Let's go.
-Thanks for helping. -No problem, sir.
Can I help?
Go home. I'll come later.
Do you ever get your car serviced?
Let it be.
You might make it worse.
Does the car have tools?
Or do you know a tune that can fix cars
which you can sing and the car...
Very funny. They must be at the back.
Then go get it.
Or... will you need grandpa's permission?
What are you looking at?
Do you doubt my ability?
No. In fact I am quite sure that you cannot fix this car.
Pliers...
Oh that...
You could have just said pliers.
Spanner.
Done.
Well... I'll drop myself home.
But this doesn't mean I'll sing with you.
Then I'll have to make the car sing.
You're crazy.
No...
Just unpredictable.
Now, let's test the maximum speed of this car.
What? No.
If you go beyond 40 it will breakdown again.
Police. Stop the car.
I can't.
I don't have a licence.
And I had a few drinks at the party.
Are you out of your mind?
They will throw us behind bars. Stop the car.
Don't worry. These Jodhpur cops can't lay a finger on us.
See you, fuckers.
No. Slow down.
No... noo.
What kind of car is it?
I told you, it will breakdown.
Sir.
Hi.
I want to talk to my dad. Group Captain Harshwardhan Sharma.
I'm an air force officer's daughter. You don't know what you are in for.
-Give me the phone. -Wait a second.
Tamanna...
-Tamanna... -I've got this.
-Pick up. Pick up... -Madam...
Do you want to call someone?
No. I am an orphan.
What's your name?
BatukNath...
BatukNath?
-Sir... -Let's go have tea.
I wasn't even driving. Let me go.
Sir!
Save your voice. It won't do you much good.
They are on a break now.
He will let you two go in the morning.
Till then, sleep, and let me too.
You also sleep.
Don't worry.
Sukhmani knows the routine around here.
She's frequent here.
She just stabbed her husband.
No, it's not as serious as it looks.
They often get into a tiff.
You know how passionate couples are.
He slaps her, she stabs him...
Don't you get it, Tamanna.
Tomorrow is my sacred induction ceremony... And if I miss that...
It was a huge mistake.
I shouldn't have let you fix my car.
And you didn't even say thank you.
Good night, Batuk.
She stinks.
You smell nice.
Modi... keep this on my table.
Sir.
We'll never do this again. I promise you.
Please let me go. Please.
Listen to me, sir. I assure you it won't happen again.
I am Tamanna Sharma.
I did a big concert two days ago in Jodhpur.
I see...
-So that was you? -Yes.
That concert ruined my entire night.
Junkies from all around Rajasthan gathered here for it.
It took me all night to handle them.
Plus my in-laws were visiting the same day. I couldn't even meet them.
The organiser made such big promises.
And disappeared right after the concert.
Sir... you mean the little guy
with a flat face and looks like a complete rascal.
Ya that.
Sir, can I make a call?
Asshole!
Sorry. I had no other option.
That's Sukhmani. She will get you out in the morning after breakfast.
But this one's my favourite.
Disco Mastiyaana.
You hook up with her...
I'll see you soon...
You rascal.
Weirdo.
Sister-in-law, he's here.
Let's go.
It's alright.
Mom... Mom...
I know I made a huge mistake.
I arrived ten minutes...
You really believe its about those ten minutes Radhe.
You can stop serving me food.
Or beat me black and blue.
But don't stop the ceremony.
I've worked very hard for this.
I have really worked hard. Please make him understand.
It's not him, It's you that has to understand.
Music requires discipline.
Radhe.
Hi.
You?
I just spoke with Kabir.
I am so sorry about what happened.
But... I might have something that can cheer you up.
What is this?
The other day, when you sang outside my concert I recorded you.
And after that went straight to my studio.
Because I just couldn't sleep, Radhe.
I sat up all night and prepared a mash-up.
Your voice, and my voice, and magic was created. It was great.
Why?
Please don't be mad.
Keep an open mind when you hear this.
I shared this piece with the JP team.
And they think the song is a superhit.
But more importantly Radhe, they loved you.
Are you out of your mind?
-How can you just... -I know... It's wrong.
I shouldn't have gone behind your back.
But I had no option, Radhe.
They were on the verge of cancelling my contract.
And look at this as an opportunity.
Radhe. Radhe.
Radhe, your voice belongs to the world
and not just the Rathore family alone.
-If we sing together... -I cannot sing with you
why can't you understand such a simple thing.
Do you even know what will happen if my family finds out about this?
I missed my sacred induction ceremony.
This may make me lose my music all together.
I am really sorry.
I know you are upset.
You have every right to be.
But think about it.
If we sing together, it will be epic, Radhe.
Tammana, your music might be your contracts, and videos
but my music is my life.
Please leave me alone.
Things have been going terribly wrong since you came in my life.
Please.
Just leave.
Fine.
I'll go.
But remember...
you're not the only one who cares about music.
Don't you dare judge me without knowing what it actually means to me.
Thank you. Thank you. Thank you very much.
Sir. Madam. So I take violin, sarangi... make love
and arrives 'Devlin'.
Fully patented in my name.
Only 100,000 rupees.
Not bad, huh?
Whatever...
I like it a lot! I like it.
-Can you make some more? -Yes... lot more.
Perfect. I buy them all.
But I change the name.
I name it Audlin.
Like my girlfriend Aude...
Stop it! I already told you I'm not your girlfriend.
No-no-no... name only me.
Five-years of hard work to make prototype.
Devendra nobody.
'Devlin' everything for him.
Very-very special.
Sorry, not possible.
I'll pay you double.
And extra for patent.
No, sorry.
But good luck with your girlfriend.
-Hari Om ji... Hari Om. -Hari Om ji.
Chilly fritters.
Delicious.
Good for your throat, and good for your eyes.
Bring some for me as well.
Panditji has performed the sacred induction
ceremony for eight people, not seven.
But the eighth one fell in love.
Her name was 'Eva'.
But I lost my heart to Eva. Couldn't help it.
She came all the way from France.
We couldn't speak each other's language.
But through music, we conversed for hours.
As soon as Panditji found out about us.
he sent Eva back to France, and took away my sacred thread.
But I never lost my spirit.
Uncle, you may have compromised, but
I can't.
Back when I was young
even I wailed, and cried, ate chili fritters.
It was like I was the Romeo of Jodhpur.
Then one day, the old man got tired
and gave me a chance at purification.
Purification?
A road to salvation.
If I pass... then he will forgive me and return my thread.
But if I fail, then I'll have to quit music forever.
And what did you do, uncle?
The biggest mistake of my life.
I lost the love of life and my music, both.
The old man's method of purification is nothing short of a maze.
It's easy to get in...
But impossible to get out from.
So just forget about the induction.
Forget.
Give me another plate of chili fritters.
I want to do the purification.
What?
I want to do the purification, Panditji.
Do you even know what it means?
Or did you just overhear someone say it?
-Go away. You are not worth... -Just give me one chance, Panditji.
One chance.
-If you fail... -I can never sing again. I know.
You are being arrogant, instead of disciplined, huh?
Fine.
If you fail
then you will have to quit music and this family forever.
-Are you ready? -Radhe!
Radhe! He doesn't know.
He doesn't know what he's asking for.
He is just blabbering senselessly in excitement.
-I will make him understand... -I am ready.
Until this purification is over
you will have to stay outside the city, in the jail near Natraj temple.
Each morning... at dawn, you will have to climb up the hill
and rehearse at the Natraj temple.
And observe the code of silence for the rest of the time.
You will have to beg for your own food.
You can't take up any business or a job.
Nor take anyone's help.
On the day of the test... at the Natraj Temple
you must sit in front of your teacher
and complete the seven-candle recitation in a single day.
Every candle lasts for three hours.
So seven candles will last 21 hours.
Only three people have pass this test till date.
The day you believe that you're ready, you can return home.
That's when your real test for purification will begin.
Stop.
Just concentrate on the beginning, you know...
Silence, everyone.
Hey... Arghya!
Yo-yo-yo... my sister from another mister.
JP loves your sample track
they want to record in the next 15 days.
They want to make it a big valentine's day release.
So soon.
Everyone at JP is jizzing on this right now.
Listen, you were so right.
Altaf Raja was totally worth the wait.
Actually Arghya, Jodhpur is like a Mecca of musicians.
He was just the first guy I ran into.
Since then I found at least ten others.
That make him sound tuneless.
Listen...
If I was interested in crap I would look in the pot.
Alright. We need Altaf. JP signed up on his voice.
Just blow him if you have to.
Stop it already.
Where is Radhe?
Tamanna.
Tamanna. Don't go there.
He is on silent mode.
Perhaps I never quite understood you properly.
Your dedication towards your craft is so inspiring.
Radhe, you have an incredible voice.
But all this doesn't justify your talent.
This is a cheque for 200,000 rupees.
Just the signing amount.
You'll be paid an additional 200,000 when the song's approved.
It's just a matter of ten days.
And I promise you, no one's going to find out.
It will be great for you, Radhe.
Now, come with me. Come on.
What's wrong? Who are you?
You sing, right?
Well, we do the banging.
What did you think?
We won't find you if you disconnect your landline.
Let me go.
Pay up soon.
Otherwise, the next performance will be at your home, not the street.
Understood?
Found anything on him?
Nothing. He's broke.
Why borrow money when you can't pay back?
Bloody beggar.
Radhe.
Think of it as a test match.
It's more important to defend your wicket than score runs.
To pass the purification test
what's more important than your 21 hours of practise is the three-hour break.
First and foremost...
you won't take rest after the first candle.
That's the mistake I made.
Take rest only after the second candle, and that too just for 30 minutes.
Similarly, take a 30 minute break after every candle
and carefully move forward.
And if... with the grace of Goddess Saraswati
you manage to cross the sixth candle...
then you'll have an entire hour to
rest your throat before the seventh candle.
Are you sure?
Think again.
I was wrong, Dad.
Crisis doesn't fuel an artist.
It's all romantic bullshit.
I see...
And what are you going to do?
Fly back to Mumbai.
Tell the JP Record guys that I give up.
And then drown in self pity.
That's an even bigger romantic bullshit.
Thank you for your pearls of wisdom...
Dad!
What would I do without you?
Hey...
Listen, dear.
Your mother's very worried about you.
When you fly back to Mumbai, pay her a visit.
Accord has strong goodwill in the music industry.
-She would love to help... -I am never going to take her help!
Ever!
Your purification will begin with the first ray of sunlight.
I'll signal the first candle to be lit
after that, rest of the candles will be lit at your signal.
You're going good.
Just take care of your throat.
It's basil and honey, it'll soothe your throat.
What is he doing?
He's marking out one hour.
The boy is taking a power nap!
This is a purification test
not some college competition, that you're trying to show off.
For the remaining candles,
practice the mid-range tunes, not the high range ones.
And rest all you can right now.
Because the way your body is right now
you will never be able to sing again if you stop after the sixth candle.
These 'Bengal grams' is for strengthening your voice.
And the jaggery is for maintaining
the sweetness in this teacher-pupil relationship.
From now, music is no longer a hobby...
But your responsibility towards this house of music.
From now on, you can sing songs only from the Rathore house.
I asked everyone.
Bro. He was not some local goon.
He was the bank recovery agent.
Your father borrowed this money
to start a music school on his piece of land.
But there's no trace of the school
nor has he paid a single EMI on time.
He doesn't answer our calls... or come down to the bank.
He claims that some builder swindled him of his money.
Possible.
I've given Mr. Rajender one week's time to pay his six-months EMI.
And if he fails to do so then we'll have to follow the rules and regulations.
According to the rule we'll first seize your land
then we'll bring a notice from the court and stick it on your manor.
And the entire Jodhpur will watch this spectacle.
And then I don't care what antics your family resort to in the court
or even if Panditji has to sing and beg at signals.
That won't be necessary.
You shall have your money.
That's my commitment.
Radhe.
Asshole.
Who do you think you are?
Where will you get the money?
Take my advice and tell Panditji about it.
It will only embarrass father.
But we won't have the money.
Kabir, if they get a court order then
he will be shattered.
But how will you arrange so much money?