Please welcome the Rathod Gharana at the India Band Championship!
Come.
Hi.
The judges have created a very entertaining round,
which is called the genre round.
You can see there is a bowl of chits.
These chits have different genres.
You will get time with your personal mentors
to prepare the corresponding genre
and prepare a song.
Bands, understood?
Okay. Audience, are you ready?
Yes!
Okay, so it's time for chits!
Sir, first you.
And the genre is?
Dubstep!
Hip hop!
Royalty Free.
Rajasthani Folk.
Ma'am.
And for Rathod Gharana the genre is?
Rock.
Rock!
-Oh, shit. -Huge round of applause!
Bands, let me tell you now, your mentors for this round
are waiting for you in your respective rehearsal rooms.
All the best.
Devendra. Devendra Rathod.
Mahi.
We played together in the same band, earlier.
Wouldn't that be a conflict of interest?
No, no, no, no.
The music industry is small
and I am sure people have worked with each other before.
-Based on genre we allotted you a mentor. -Right.
-It was a lucky draw. -Radhe is lucky.
He will be working with the best in the genre.
Right, Arghya?
Yeah.
Listen, it's better that you guys sort out, whatever baggage you may have.
I am not going to make any changes for one team. I have too many teams to handle.
Don't worry. We will be thorough professionals.
Yes! It's going to be absolutely fine.
They are going to get on like a house on fire, don't worry.
-Awesome! Looking forward to it. -Yeah.
Kabir, introduce us, man.
Let's get started. Give us five minutes.
-Okay. -Just give us… two, three…
Hear me out.
Just because fate is trying to burn whatever
we have built, doesn't mean that we should add fuel to the fire.
Let me handle Mahi! Let me, let me…
Listen, Mahi.
You and I can never collaborate and you know this.
They won't listen to us so you go and say no.
I have a very simple barter with Hardik.
He's giving me the opening act for the IBC. In return, I mentor you guys.
I don't have any issues. You have issues? You go and say no.
No matter what the student is like, the guru will keep teaching him, silly boy!
Let's start, guru.
What is it? Don't you like it?
No, sir. It was amazing.
Actually, we were just wondering how we can fit into this.
If you can approach our music with the right frame of mind,
you can fit in too.
But, ma'am…
if you can make music in these closed rooms
why not come out in the open?
This song is your take. So whatever you say goes.
Thank you so much.
Prog rock.
Prog? Or frog?
It's a frog…
-Prog rock! -Prog.
Progressive.
Next, we could try Alt rock.
Psychedelic rock.
-Psychedelic… -Psycho…
Psychedelic…
What is that? How do we do that?
Forget the names. Let's just hear all of this.
Let's hear it once.
Death metal.
What music can dead metal create?
-It's noisy. -Lower the volume.
-No… -Lower the volume.
Let's just shut it down.
I'm sure someone is using this loud music to have sex.
Shut up!
-Ayaan! -What?
Didn't you say we would listen to more folk songs
for R&D. Everyone will be arriving soon.
Let them come. Let's scandalize them all. So what?
Not right now.
Man, how long will this go on?
Okay, you know what? I feel everything is going well.
-It's going pretty well. Right? -Yeah.
If everyone finds out what is the issue?
It's fine. Whether you say it or not, it's the same thing.
Ayaan, everything will get very messy and complicated.
It's better this way.
Okay.
So first send a message on the group that we need half an hour.
Since when do you need half an hour?
One second.
One second. I'll be right back.
Hi.
I just came to give this.
It's homemade.
Everyone wanted to say thank you, so…
Thank you.
The band members will come by for practice now, so…
Yes, of course.
All the best.
No, man.
It's not right for rock.
This is the Raudra Ras.
Yes, we thought it would do for rock.
Rock is more about rebellion than anger.
Rock challenges traditions and conventions.
For example "Garaj Garaj. "
It's a lovely Bandish by your Panditji and we added a hint of rebellion to it…
It's best if we don't speak about that.
Yes. That's no problem.
Panditji's collection has a lot of compositions.
It's like a treasure trove. Take your pick, right?
Actually, that book of yours did have one composition.
What was it?
Durga.
This is "Sakhi Mori. " A composition by Panditji.
We will start where we stopped yesterday, sir.
-Yes, of course. -Alright.
So your section begins here.
-Okay. -Alright.
Okay.
Something new.
You've changed the tune!
Sir, you changed the tune!
Actually, you didn't play it that way yesterday.
Yes, sir. It's on the note sheet, right?
I don't look at that sheet to sing.
I will sing it differently from the way I sang yesterday.
Look out. Is it raining?
Did it rain yesterday? It rained, right?
-Didn't it rain? -Yes, it did.
Amazing.
Amazing!
You sang so beautifully!
I've got goosebumps! See?
After all that we've talked…
about rebellion, challenging the traditions and conventions…
Keeping all that in mind, you tell me. Does this sound like rock?
But you chose the Raga.
Durga Raga expresses the moods of devotion, romance, and so on.
Quite right.
Is there only one way to romance?
A boy and girl circling a tree? Is that the only kind of romance?
A warrior can get just as romantic with his sword in battle!
Why can't you use your brain a little?
Or will that also sully the Gharana?
Guys, let's take five.
-Let's have some tea and so on. -Yes!
Yes, the tea is good. Let's have some tea.
-Rage N Raga. -Let's go.
Let's have coffee. Come on.
Radhe, the next time we sing, make Raudra Ras…
Mother, he doesn't want us to sing well.
No matter what song we sing or what composition it is, he will impede it.
What is wrong with you? Want to hear some rock songs?
What happened to your goosebumps?
Radhe, don't pay much attention to all his big talk.
You need to be a little less ornate about the scales.
Sing the scales in a more forthright manner. Put some force into it.
Can you sing it once for him?
He understands it. He will sing it.
He will understand when you sing it for him once.
-You… -Sir, sing it.
-Yes, sing. -Yes, uncle. Go for it.
Dad, if you could please sing it once?
I can't…
Just once.
Why doesn't he sing it?
Don't worry about it. He will sing it exactly the same way.
No, I mean to say why don't you sing it?
Because Dad is playing the flute.
I am singing the song.
Sir, your texture, voice, and your attack is perfect for the genre.
Mahi, Dad won't sing.
Don't get in the middle of our family matters.
Did Panditji say it before passing? Only you can sing and not him?
I mean, he was ordained by Panditji as a disciple too, right?
He took the honor away the same way.
We will handle our family. You can play your sitar.
What are you saying? Radhe will sing.
Please have your tea. I will be back.
Sorry.
I didn't come to be a part of your family politics.
Neither have I come to accompany your band as a musician.
I am the mentor of this band.
KCD and Ananya, I hope you guys understand what I am trying to say.
When he agrees, call me. Otherwise, all this is pointless.
What did I miss?
I know people like Mahi very well.
He has an issue with the Gharana system.
I am the essence of those problems.
I quit his band as well. Now, he's taking revenge for it, that's all.
Sorry, Radhe. But…
You are a bit biased against him too.
And you're very stubborn.
You were stubborn with me too!
Did I come to sabotage your Gharana?
No, right?
So perhaps, the problem lies within you.
And you're saying Mahi came to seek revenge.
But it's also possible he is just doing his job professionally
-as a rock mentor. -Ananya, you don't get it.
No, Radhe, you don't get it.
You aren't the best singer for this song.
Your dad's experience, his angst,
and his vocal technique are all perfect for this song.
And he belongs to the same Gharana as a singer.
Or is it imperative that if someone suggests
Radhe Rathod isn't the best singer of this Gharana
then it must be sabotage?
Panditji never permitted me to sing.
So Devendra took up the sarangi.
I took up the flute.
Do you know why?
Because this instrument is closest to a human voice.
It can replicate human anguish and emotion.
After that, whenever it was needed, I would play the tabla and pakhawaj.
I accompanied…
my father and now, my son.
I never regretted it.
I did what was right for my family.
Father, forgive me if you can. I was…
Radhe.
I thought Mahi was trying to split up our family.
Whether we are split up or not…
it is entirely up to us.
Right?
Can you stop it?
The person you are calling is--
Even his sidekicks aren't taking the calls now.
It's already decided, the band would like this and so do I.
You want another mentor, right? Sign this NOC and let's end this.
It's not needed.
We will do whatever you say.
What brought about this sudden change of heart?
Because you were correct and I was wrong.
What?
Dad will sing as the lead.
I will accompany with mother.
My voice is not right for this song.
Mahi, you are our mentor and I misbehaved with you and for that, I am…
sorry.
Drama!
Thought we'd give you some drama. We won't be needing this.
I know you are really busy.
You have a massive contest to manage. You can't follow up on one band.
So, it's all good here.
We're good.
All the best, guys. Have fun.
I guess your Panditji wouldn't have shared a meal with me at the same table.
Why are you pretending to be respectful to me?
I am not pretending.
-We'll see. -We won't see! We'll hear it.
Let's make some passionate music together.
Sexy music.
You know, like hot make-up sex?
Let's get to it, guys. Let's… get to it!
Dad.
You are our family man too.
Just music and just enjoy.
-Tell her! -Good morning. How's it going?
-Morning, ma'am. -Good morning, ma'am.
They are very unpredictable. I don't think we will be able to manage it.
Ma'am, they don't follow anything.
They change the track every single time!
Either the mood or the season.
And then they say, mind the beat.
We fixed eight beats, right? So, sometimes they finish at six beats.
Sometimes they finish on seven.
Exactly, ma'am! And it's not just the variations.
Even the accompanying harmonium too.
In short, it's all very confusing.
It can't be done.
What are you doing today evening?
Let's play a game before we begin.
Let's perform a trust exercise.
Come on, everyone, come together to form a circle. Let's go.
Here's what we have to do. We start counting from one.
We will go as far as we can go.
And if someone overlaps with the next, we will start again.
This is very different.
But you'll have fun.
Come, let's begin. Ready? Come on.
Just focus on his eyes, his gestures.
From his gestures, you'll get that he is singing either six or eight beats.
And from his eyes, you will know in what mood he is singing.
There is no force.
Should I arrange for some hot water and honey?
Let me go and gargle.
Ex-bandmates, ex-lovers coming head to head, that too at the IBC.
Guys, take your opening positions.
Do you know how to play chess?
Chess. We taught the world how to play it.
By the way, I made the opening gambit.
And as soon as you made it, it was checkmate.
Intensity! Fire, dude! You guys aren't best friends!
We are much more than that.
Make it look sexy, guys. Come on.
Radhe, profile.
Try to sense each other.
-One. -Two…
Again. One.
-Two. -Three.
-Four. -Four.
Cheers.
-What? -Nothing.
Who are you sending messages to?
No one. Dad.
Daddy!
Nice pic.
Chess players.
One.
-Two. -Three.
Live performance is not just about listening to each other.
It is also about seeing each other. It's like passing the ball.
It's almost like having a conversation.
-Four. -Five.
-Six. -Seven.
Eight.
Music is also about when to act when to react…
-Nine. -Ten.
About absorbing, anticipating.
-Eleven. -And most importantly…
-trusting. -Fourteen.
Hey, Tamanna!
Where were you? We are jamming here!
Come!
-Come, come. -Hey, Tamanna! How are you?
Guys, guys, guys. Tamanna and Radhe together.
Ananya, it calls for their hit song, right?
-Right? Come on! -Yes, it does.
Please!
-Come on, come on. -You have to sing "Chedkhaniyan"!
-Brother Radhe! -"Chedkhaniyan!"
Let's sing something else.
No! That's what we want to hear!
Okay, let's go.
Wow! Amazing.
Amazing.
You okay?
Yeah, of course. You sang beautifully.
Why did you come here, then?
Tamanna.
Actually, I am a drunkard.
Seriously, Ayaan.
Just relax. I'm stressed out over Aalap sir and…
-Actually… -Radhe and I are over.
You know that, right?
This meant nothing. We are only bonding over the music.
That was jamming on our song.
I understand.
Don't worry, I get it.
You want a drink?
Soumya.
Ayaan and I wanted to talk to you guys.
We are…
We are dating.
What?
I know, it's messy to date a band member but…
it's real, for both of us.
Do we have to act surprised now?
What?
This is not a big deal.
But if you break up don't come to me, I will not take sides.
-We'll be fine. -What?
We aren't here to claim accolades.
Neither are we here to impress the audience or make them love us.
Today, we are here to make them hear us roar.
Artists always serve their inner agony dipped in syrup to the audience.
Hoping they would understand and accept their angst as art.
We aren't here to ask for acceptance.
Today we are here to serve up our inner anger, agony, and sorrow as it is.
I don't want to hear your melodious music today.
I wish to hear your inner, hidden, suppressed, stifled scream.
I wish to hear you roar. Like this!
Hi.
You admitted you were wrong.
That was… I mean I liked that.
You get the credit for that too.
You know, you're a complete statistical anomaly.
What do you mean?
I mean, you're unique.
I've never fallen for someone less intelligent than you.
Sorry, you said something?
I can see the type.
Musician, irresponsible.
Probably mother issues.
She is playing your keyboard, right?
That one, a major chord. This one, a minor chord.
And now let's welcome on stage our next band.
Eastern Trinity.
This way, sir. Rathod's are on the way to the green room.
Has the definition of music changed?
Go on. I'll be there.
Mahi.
I salute the teacher before the performance.
The next contestants to appear are the Rathod Gharana
in collaboration with Rage N Raga.
With the one and only Mahi!
So, a huge round of applause, ladies and gentlemen.
-Come on, keep it going for them! -Mahi!
Mahi! Mahi!
Once more! Once more!
Everyone, come on!
Roar!
What a roaring performance! Oh, my God!
Cheer up!
-Yes, he is the man! -Sir.
Oh, my God!
Mahi!
What you did for Dad today… it's…
None of us could ever do that.
Thank you.
You did something even more significant for me.
-You broke the stereotype of the Gharanas. -After today's amazing performance…
-You have a lovely family. -we finally have our top eight bands!
You are really lucky.
And they are… Kirdar!
But now you are our family man too.
So just music and just enjoy.
Eastern Trinity!
-Radhe! Your dad is the boss! -Rathod Gharana…
-That's true! -and Royalty Free
We finally have our top eight bands!
So good!
Give it up for Aalap sir!
Thank you. Thanks a lot.
Radhe, I am sorry.
Radhe.
I am sorry. Sorry, Radhe.
I should have told you.
I don't know why I felt scared.
I guess because…
I finally got my friend back.
Just don't say that.
Don't say that.
I was better off away from you.
For me, you are the very definition of love.
You must have had many boyfriends.
But for me, it's only ever been you.
So how can I assume that everything is okay?
That you're with someone else and I'm just your past? How?
That's how it must be in your big cities.
You're in love today, it's over tomorrow. Then there's someone else.
But I don't understand it.
Radhe, you aren't merely
-my ex-boyfriend. -So then what am I? What am I?
No, Tamanna, I am sorry. I do wish to understand.
But where I was raised and amongst my friends…
If one's girlfriend is seen so much as laughing or talking to another guy…
either he lands up with a broken face or there's a breakup.
And here I am, watching you kiss someone else…
and somehow all I can feel is love for you?
I can't figure out how much lower
can my self-respect and pride plummet
because, till today, I have lived with the belief that,
at the end of it all, you'd be mine.
So tell me.
Where do we go from here?
I am sorry.
Radhe, I am sorry.
I think it's best for both of us…
if we stay away from each other.
Okay, fine. Just go.
Go!