So now you'll go to Mumbai
and perform our family's compositions with a rock band?
Mother, it's classical fusion. Millions will listen to it.
And I will only present music from our family's compilation.
Radhe, Panditji would never allow you to do this if he were alive.
You know that, right?
You went against him too when you helped me practice.
You broke your vow. Why?
Only to keep our Gharana alive.
He made me the successor and passed away.
What am I supposed to do?
This Gharana won't die on my watch.
And I don't know if this is the right path or not. I really don't.
But it's all that I see for now.
You're wrong. You're making a mistake.
Don't do it.
Don't do it! Don't honk your horn!
Don't you see there is a signal?
Yes, Arghya, I will be there in five minutes.
-Hi. -Hi.
Thank you.
Kingshuk, please come here.
-Should I help you? -Thank you.
Listen. You figured it out perfectly between Nandini and Prashant.
-That's fine? -Yes. Good. Thanks.
A bit more up…
Let's see what you can do.
Let's start with a cover.
-Any suggestions? -Please don't suggest "Mastiyapa", okay?
Anyone missing?
-Ma'am, we could cover Indi-pop. -Or maybe Rock.
-Ma'am, how about "Holding On"? -Sure.
"Holding On"! My favorite. Let's do it!
Give us a beat.
Hey, Vishal!
Vishal, play the simple pattern. You can do the other stuff later.
I am playing it straight.
That's not straight!
-How can I play it simpler? -Come on, guys, come on. Let's go.
Enough.
I guess everyone knows what's wrong.
Why don't you tell me?
Ma'am, I think we need more pace and strings, and
less of Ayaan's variations.
-So that's why you went offbeat. -I wasn't offbeat.
-I never go offbeat. -Ma'am, I think…
it will work better if Vishal shows off less.
There's no space left for bass.
Find space yourself!
Ma'am, if the third years play everything…
what should we do? Come back next year?
-Yes, ma'am, like Ayaan’s variations. -Why are you getting so irritated then?
-You can't pull seniority in the band. -Ma'am, it's my fault.
I should pay more attention to what Kingshuk and Soumya are singing.
I should sing chorus not lead.
That was the best response so far.
Who comes from which batch? How much of a genius that person is?
I don't care.
All of you are competing with other bands,
not with each other.
This is not a showcase of your individual talents.
It's the India Band Championship.
And for that, you will have to become a band.
Learn to do that first.
Radhe "Randy" Rathod. Welcome to Mumbai.
-The jam room is here? -No, I'm kidnapping you.
I will blackmail your family and steal all the music.
I just asked because the classical music forum is nearby.
Panditji sang here whenever he came to Mumbai.
You won't even find a mouse there today.
Forget about your old life!
Forget it like a bad lover. Control, alt, delete.
Just forget it!
This is the beginning of a new life, okay?
From standard definition to 4K.
Guys! Guys! Guys!
I'd like to introduce you to "The masked man", Radhe.
Radhe.
That is Atharva and Hardik on drums.
That's Pranav on the lead.
And Aldridge, holding the wrong instrument as usual.
Because this needs to be here.
With the founder of the band, Mahi.
Radhe.
Are you a disciple?
I belong to the Rathod Gharana.
By the way, I have heard your songs.
They are pretty good.
I haven't heard anything by you.
-What? You haven't? -No.
I sent it to you, right?
How does it matter? I heard it, right?
Just like you are a mind-blowing sitar player,
he is a mind-blowing singer.
So, Radhe, welcome to Rage N Raga.
Did you welcome him already?
Let's hear how mind-blowing he is first.
What say, guys?
Give me the cable.
-Mahi. -Yeah?
There was no talk about an audition.
That's okay.
Let's do this.
-Okay. Okay. -Just take this.
What a voice!
What is it?
You transitioned from "Darbari" to "Bhairavi".
And that too was out of the Raga code.
But it sounded good, right?
We're here to create music, not conform to rules.
The day you learn to do that you'll reach our level.
Radhe Rathod! The new singer of Rage N Raga.
That's what I am talking about.
They are all playing games with us, man!
Messing with us!
Bhairavi is always a problem. I know one Bhairavi.
Mahi, I have a condition.
Is that so?
I came to Mumbai so that I could take Panditji's music forward.
I have his compositions.
So if we could pair up your music… with his compositions…
That's if the band likes them.
Welcome to Rage N Raga, Panditji.
Thank you.
Shall we begin?
Dice it finely.
That's how you like it, right?
I can't do anything right.
I messed up.
Forgive me.
You didn't do it on purpose.
But I was the one who slipped up.
I must set it right.
The students aren't coming to class anymore.
Devendra isn't here, either.
Radhe is also doing his own thing.
Now, you must sing.
On stage.
You don't need to hide your talent any longer.
I would have sung in better times.
But we won't even bag small-time concerts now.
I used to find shows for Panditji.
I will do it.
It will be done.
You have kept your vow silently for all these years.
Let me give it a try.
Okay, guys, as you can see I've written down all the notes on the sheet.
Please focus on your own parts this time.
Okay? Everyone remembers the lyrics, right?
Yes.
Hello! Wake up. Everyone knows or not?
-Yes, yes. -Yeah.
Okay, she's coming. She's coming.
Is this my lucky day today?
Start.
You are coordinated.
But there is no music.
You all are playing your parts robotically.
But you aren't listening and reacting.
And that's not music.
Actually, I…
-It's "Garaj Garaj". -Malhar Raga.
Panditji created this composition.
It is interesting.
What do you think, boys? Should we try this?
-Yeah. -Yeah.
Okay, Ankesh, let's record this session.
Sure, man.
Done?
Now, just listen to each other's voices.
Understand each other's music.
Then react instinctively.
Open your eyes.
That's it, thank you. You can leave.
While you were blindfolded I thought your performance improved.
Because you were listening to each other.
As soon as the blindfolds came off you all began to show off.
You can't manage to perform for a few people.
How can you handle an audience of thousands of people?
You know what?
I think, only a live audience can teach you…
that you can't make up a band by doing your own bits well.
Estella Engineering College Festival.
Abhilasha. I'm going to sign you up for the opening.
-Live, directly? -Estella, ma'am? No way.
Ma'am, that's next week.
Ma'am, we don't even have a band name.
You're still a long way from having a name.
Learn to make music together first.
Or do I have to look for another band for the IBC?
And then they can decide the name.
Is she serious about auditioning new people?
Guys, let's call it a day.
Thank you. I was headed to the admin room for printouts anyway.
Are you seriously having another audition?
Yes.
You already have the best musicians of the college in your band.
What more could you want?
I was told to mentor the best band…
not the best musicians.
So make them the best.
Prashant sir.
Can I please do it my way?
You're right.
You have a history of it.
You handle bands your way.
You break up bands your way.
Your way.
It is good, in a way.
Possibly, your instincts are right.
Because the last time you broke up a band
our college got a famous alumni.
Who knows? We may find another genius this time.
How much longer should we wait?
We will leave if your band isn't here in five minutes.
You charged us for a live band and are making us listen to pre-recorded songs.
Thank you, Zakeer bhai.
Okay, guys.
Nothing works better for a team-building exercise than beer.
Cheers to the name of our band.
We will guzzle beer and think of a name for the band.
-Sick! -Yes?
Cheers!
-Cheers, guys. -Cheers.
This band will be disbanded before it is formed and look at him!
These drinks are okay but what about the band?
Guys. I've got a great game. It's called "Mistake. "
-Okay. Round one. Tell them the rules. -Sorry, Miss.
My daughter is a huge fan of yours.
-Fans. -Do you mind talking to her?
-Not at all, sir. -She is on a video call.
-Okay. Excuse me. -Please.
-Service is slow. -Hi.
-Hi, Tamanna, hi! -Where's that band of yours?
-Your parents are lovely. -Sir, I don't think the band can make it.
-They were held up because of a landslide. -"Mastiyapa" is my favorite song.
-Of course! -Don't worry.
I will sort it out. Give me some time.
-Yeah. -You do this every time.
I'll make sure your cafe closes down.
I will get it blacklisted.
Let's just have one round of drinks.
What's the use of this exercise?
Anyway, Nandini ma'am will select someone else tomorrow.
Where are you going?
It's the India Band Championship.
And for that, you will have to become a band.
You're still a long way from having a name.
Learn to make music together first.
You wish to learn, right?
Learn to walk before you run, in that case.
It's been a long night, Ayaan.
-You guys are useless, man. -Ayaan, can we leave?
Sir, we have a waiter
and he tells the funniest jokes. Would you like to hear him?
Did I come here to listen to your jokes?
And the next person says something
and it will keep going around and the first person has to…
-repeat everything and then… -Good evening, everybody.
How are we doing tonight?
Well, I have some good news and some bad news for you.
The bad news is the band that was supposed to perform here is stuck in traffic.
But I am Tamanna Sharma.
And we are from the Royal Himalayan School of Music.
The good news is that we are going to perform for you today absolutely free.
And our band is called Royalty Free.
What is she doing? They will not go easy on her!
Do you know what the fuck is royalty-free?
-It's not all that bad. -Okay, I promise,
our music is better than our jokes.
We don't have instruments! What do we play?
Come on. Let's go.
Mahi sir, this way. Mahi sir!
Mahi sir, this way. Look at the camera. Mahi sir, this way.
-Mahi sir! -Sir, one group photo!
Look here, sir!
-Mahi sir! -Mahi!
-You have to make a Korean heart. -Mahi, my bro!
-Sir, to your left! -Mahi!
The song that you wrote for Falak…
It's beautiful, man.
Thank you for letting us do it. Actually, Radhe…
That's his grandpa's composition.
Wow! Thank you so much.
-It's lovely. -Thank you.
The son of India's richest industrialist loves "Garaj Garaj".
Actually, it's our Gharana's song…
Mahi!
I can't believe this.
This is like the best birthday present, ever!
You know you've always been on my list.
-Babe. -Babe, playlist, babe!
-Thanks, Boo. -Happy Birthday, Falak.
Ma'am! Happy birthday, ma'am.
No… Put that down. I'm not speaking to you, chief.
Yes. I've got the singer.
I have the singer with me. Please come here.
-Are you Mr. Pankaj? -Let me call you back.
-Are you Mr. Pankaj? -Hello, there. I am. This way.
Right this way.
You can set up here.
-We will set up right there on the stage. -This is the stage.
-Come. -This is the stage?
-Yes, sir. -We composed a song
-for the groom and bride. -Don't worry at all.
We have two massive speakers placed out there.
They will hear you loud and clear. Don't sweat it.
Come on. Let's set this up. It's getting late.
-Are we street snack vendors? -It's okay.
We sing on the stage, not in a stall!
This isn't about vending snacks. What did you ask?
You begged me to give you a chance. Well, you've got it now.
-No, we'll do this. -Either sing
or grab your things and leave.
We will do it. Calm down.
Tell him how it goes!
Sir, one selfie?
Let's go.
Happy birthday, Falak.
Mahi, that wasn't a jingle.
It was a composition created by my Panditji.
-Cool down. -Why should I?
Every note…
and every word is sacred to us. We don't twist them to sell out like this.
Really? The Gharanas don't do that?
Don't their songs cater to the whims of the royals?
See, these industrialists are modern-day royalty.
The two are not the same.
-There they treat us with respect. -Yes.
I see, that's why your king took away your respect.
You need to learn to relax a bit.
There's a saying. "One for the kitchen, one for the soul. "
This one is for the kitchen.
We've made enough money from this to run a kitchen for a whole year.
And the next one's for the soul.
Estella College of Engineering.
Abhilasha. India's biggest music festival.
And we are the main event.
You can sing your grandpa's malhar Raga. Make it rain out there.
Come on.
-Guys! Guess who we are opening for? -Who?
-Let's go! -Congratulations, guys.
Hello, Aunt Mohini.
Arghya, I can't get through to Radhe's phone. I'm worried.
You don't have to worry.
Your son has shaken and stirred Mumbai to the core
with his performance of "Garaj Garaj".
I guess that's why he could not take your call.
Here you go! Your son's home.
Okay.
-Yes, Mother? -Radhe.
Arghya said you sang "Garaj Garaj" at a prestigious event.
How was the performance?
Everything went okay?
Yes, Ma. It went well.
Did you sing the Malhar correctly?
Can I call you back in some time? I just got back.
Talk to you later.
Alright.
I don't think anyone is coming today either.
Here's some tea.
Then, you can teach me.
Sorry.
I have come unannounced.
I'll come later.
Wait.
The one who caused a rift between us…
is now gone.
But we are still here.
And how will the music of our Gharana
-fare now… -Our Gharana?
Bikaner or Rathod, we can keep debating, but let's save our music first.
Listen, I think of Radhe as my son.
What he is doing in a fit of immaturity is a different thing.
But what is right?
Us elders have to decide that.
Rajendra.
The baseless rumors about Panditji
can only be removed from public memory
when we come together as a family
and reintroduce the people to Panditji's music and greatness.
We will remind them of it.
Mohini can do this much better than you or me.
But not by performing
-at a wedding stall. She-- -So?
So Mohini and I should perform together.
Rajendra, this is the only way to negate the rumors
and to save our music.
Otherwise, this 400-year-old legacy
will be crushed to death by familial feuds.
The decision…
is yours to make.
How long will you keep crying for your masked man?
Let him stay where you left him.
Focus on this.
You're a star!
I swear to you, on my blue hair.
-Mahi sir, one selfie. -Thank you.
My love. You are quite the roving honeybee!
Did you sniff your way here?
Strong GPS, bro.
-Meaning? -Stop it, punk.
As if you had no clue Tamanna was going to perform before you.
So here I am, getting in the way. Just like a condom.
Who is he?
-Nobody. -Hey, nobody! Hi. I'm Kabir.
Do you sing, as well?
So now, I know all of you want to hear Mahi.
But first, we have something very special planned for you.
A band all the way from Kasauli.
Presenting, Royalty Free!
Focus! Come on, concentrate.
-Come on, do well. -Mahi! Mahi!
-Calm down. -Mahi! Mahi!
Mahi! Mahi! Mahi!
Once more! Once more! Once more!
Mahi! Mahi! Mahi!
-Thanks. -Mahi! Mahi!
-For what? -Mahi! Mahi!
I know you've done lots of major shows.
But this is my first time.
Please, I am just a backing vocalist.
Really? You were the one who led the band, for real.
We're here because of you!
Where are the others?
They must be around.
I am here, right?
-No. Sorry. -And now,
-the man we all have been waiting for. -Sorry, Ayaan.
The one and only, Mahi.
Does it feel like it's going to rain?
-No! -See you.
But when my brother sings
then it rains indoors too.
This particular song was composed
by his Panditji, Radhe Mohan Rathod.
So expect a cloudburst today!
Introducing the newest member of Rage N Raga.
Radhe Rathod.
Masked man!
Lip-sync it.
Okay, Ankesh, let's record this session.
My brave boy!
Ma'am! Can we take a selfie with Royalty Free?
Yes.
-Come! Come! -Go for a selfie.
No, no. Carry on. Take it.
Yes, Prashantji.
Get the notice off the walls.
I am not looking for a new band.
-Yes. -Oh, my God!
I have been waiting for you for four days.
I follow you everywhere, sir.
Beautiful song.
Huge fan, sir.
-What an amazing composition! -Tamanna!
What are you doing here?
I'm here with RHMS.
Who goes back to school after going pro?
Your last song was trending, right?
But that's what gave me a reality check.
I have to go back to the drawing board.
This ex of yours is the sulky type.
We will bitch about him more!
Radhe! Have you met my friend?
-Tamanna! -Don't go anywhere.
Lovely performance!
Ma'am, I'm a huge fan. Please, one pic?
Bring it on then. Give us the phone.
-Sir. -Come on.
Yeah!
-Yeah. -Get closer.
This little heart of mine.
Lovely.
Dimpi, let's go. Come, come, come.
How are you?
Your performance was amazing.
It's so easy for you, isn't it?
You vanish without a trace
and reappear this way to ask me how I am doing.
I'm sorry.
You didn't respond to any messages or calls…
Sir, one selfie, please.
I bet you didn't see the news either.
Then how would you know how I am?
You are right.
I should have spoken to you.
I thought about calling you many times.
But I couldn't do it.
Radhe, I couldn't muster the courage.
-You know how it is! -No, I don't.
Oh! Hi. Masked man.
Big fan! I'm Nidhi.
Tamanna's friend.
We are waiting for you to take photos.
Come soon.
-Radhe, I am sorry. -Go.
I am sorry for everything.
I just want to say this,
don't stress out about lip-syncing and all that.
The biggest bands do it.
All of you think alike, don't you?
I am happy about the fact
that at least you sang live, even if you were in the chorus.
Don't stress about that.
I'm doing this for Gharana.