I trusted you so much.
What you just did, Digvijay,
I never gave you the right to do this.
I don't need to get the right for it from you.
It was always mine.
No.
You had no rights over the creations of this book.
Panditji handed this book to Radhe.
Panditji made a lot of mistakes anyway.
Who would know it better than you?
Digvijay.
Mohini… He is right.
I always focused on his mistakes.
I kept hating him.
But what did I get for that?
Just bitterness.
Neither did this bitterness let me live in peace,
nor did it let me focus on his right decisions.
Just like not making you the successor.
If he knew how to follow the responsibility of being a successor,
then he would have properly made this family flourish.
I came to you myself.
But, you all became a part of this childishness.
So, someone had to be the bigger person.
You are older, Digvijay.
But in your own place.
Not in this house.
By doing all this, if you think that you won, then let that make you happy.
But no one is with you in this happiness.
And neither will anyone ever be.
Sir, the press is waiting.
The press, sir, they are waiting.
I made a huge mistake.
Forgive me.
Mohini.
Don't do this.
I made so many mistakes.
You didn't even remember those.
We'll find a way.
Everything will be fine.
I got involved with Radhe again.
And that's not fair to you. In the semi-finals,
I made it about myself and that's not fair to the band.
Ayaan, it's better if I go away.
Please try later…
-The person you're trying to call… -Why do you keep calling repeatedly?
Listen, Ayaan, tell us properly once.
I told you! She thinks that she is a liability for this band, so she ran away!
Show us the letter at least.
I gave you the information that was relevant.
Guys, that's okay. Let's discuss what to do ahead.
-Tamanna left and… -One second, no need to panic.
She probably needs some space. She might be back tomorrow.
And no need to inform Nandini ma'am yet. Let's just take this night off.
-Let's meet tomorrow and plan properly. -Plan is set.
She wrote it herself that she always makes it about herself, right?
This band is bigger than that.
Without Tamanna, it feels like Team India without Dhoni.
All of this is happening because of me.
-I should at least talk to them once. -Hey.
What is your fault here?
This is a competition.
Kabir, I don't want that, because of me,
she gives up on her dreams.
Oh, okay. Then do one thing, go to her.
Tell her that you will lose in the finals.
That she can take the trophy.
We are happy with a fair play award. Go, brother.
-It is not that simple. -Don't try to be a hero.
Accept that you are the villain of her life.
You are Amrish Puri, not Shah Rukh Khan.
You'll try to do something good, but end up messing it up.
Don't always aim for such big goals,
sometimes smaller aims are also great, brother.
Got it?
Come.
No need to worry.
We know what to do. We will show it to her once.
Then we will see what happens. Okay?
Seems like an intense discussion.
Did you crack something?
-Hi, ma'am. -Hi.
Hi. Actually, I was thinking
that we all have such different roots. So…
Why don't we do a mash-up or something?
We will take all our favorite genres like rock, jazz, make a list,
-and then we can try to compose… -Where is Tamanna?
-Ma'am, Tamanna left the band. -What?
I think after getting defeated by Radhe…
What do you mean by she left the band?
-What did she say exactly? -She just said that…
she is leaving the band and the competition and going back home.
How are you pitching your finale idea…
when your team's not even complete?
The rest are here. We will manage.
Right? Let's start.
Is any of you taking this seriously?
Sheela! Call her.
Ask her to come back! We will sort it out together.
Actually, ma'am, we have already decided that we won't call Tamanna back.
What do you mean by that? It's just you who did.
You are our mentor, but if a band member is not compatible with our band,
then the morale of the entire band comes down.
If one member leaves others behind because of their ego,
does that not bring the morale down?
What is the point of a victory that the entire band can't celebrate together?
It is important for me to win.
I am sorry, but your life has been different.
Not everyone has to do the same.
Ayaan!
Let him speak.
How was my life different?
Ma'am, you never went into the real world.
Due to nostalgia, you stayed in school, and he…
Who?
Your experience is not helpful here.
-Ayaan, who are you talking about? -Imroz left his past behind, right?
When you broke the band!
Look where is he now.
If we want to win this competition,
then we will have to do the same.
Okay.
Carry on.
Ma'am! We are really sorry.
None of us feel that way.
And Ayaan is hurt, so…
I am not hearing all this for the first time.
I am used to it.
Why don't you understand that those compositions are ours?
They belong to our family, my father made all those compositions!
Possible. But Digvijay has the copyright to these.
The rules of the competition are clear.
For the finale, we need original and unpublished songs.
Bro, that does not happen in classical.
The songs that Digvijay released, they belong to the Rathods.
He can not copyright it!
Neither am I a classical music expert, nor a lawyer.
You still have 15 days.
Within this time, you should easily be able to make a new song, right?
This is fucked up, man!
Radhe, did you take this incomplete bit from "Sankalan"?
-Yes. -Digvijay did not use it.
So basically, the possible options for the first Raga are here.
The ones for the second Raga are here,
-in total… -Dear.
This is not pop singing, this math will not work.
This is classical music.
Ananya, sorry.
You have the right intentions, but there's just no point now.
Everything is over.
Over?
What the fuck?
Is it a packet of biscuits that it got over?
It's the finals, bro! We need to sing something.
Sing "Happy Birthday, "
sing "Twinkle Twinkle, " Radhe had a little lamb, prayers, sing anything!
But you have to sing!
There is no point in singing anything, Arghya.
It is about singing Panditji's creation.
You all might have some idea about how Panditji would make his creations.
Well, he always taught us after completely making them.
He would go somewhere while making his albums, Radhe.
He would only come back after it would get over.
He never told us anything.
And we never even dared to ask him anything.
I would bring bus tickets for him.
For Bikaner.
I don't know where he would go after that though.
The old temple, South Bikaner.
What?
Panditji would share all his secrets with me.
We had a very deep connection.
Everything is in the book, guys!
The thing that we made such an issue around, we didn't even read the book!
The Mandrekar book?
Yes! Read it, guys! It has a lot of juicy details about his life! It's…
quite… interesting.
Sorry.
Mandrekar had mentioned a guy in Bikaner, too!
Basanti?
-Bob… -Marley.
Not Bob Marley.
His name is Bhairav Singh.
His father used to play the tabla for Mr. Vyas.
And Bhairav Singh, he would do it for Panditji.
Both of them are childhood friends.
Panditji started a separate Gharana,
but his friendship with Bhairav Singh was intact.
Bhairav Singh still plays the tabla in Bikaner, in isolation.
When I asked him about Panditji, he did not say a lot.
You should try once. You are his grandson.
He might talk to you openly.
Uncle Bhairav.
Greetings.
Without knowing Radhe Mohan, how can you know about his music?
-Panditji trained us, Mr. Bhairav. -You might know Panditji.
I am talking about Mr. Radhe Mohan.
His relationship with music was from even before he became a pandit.
Then tell us. We really want to know about Panditji's life.
No, dear, you just want to know the technique behind the jod Raga.
It is not like that.
It is like that.
Why else did you all just get here?
Now that you want to win a TV competition, you all came here.
Anyway, if Radhe Mohan did not teach you how to make jod Raga,
there must be a reason for it.
It is possible that he did not find you capable of it.
Give them some tea and snacks.
I am the biggest problem of the band.
We even lost the semi-finals because of me.
Radhe will come before me again in the finals and…
Ma'am…
I can't let our toxic relationship get in the way again.
-Ma’am… -I come from a small village, Tamanna.
For me, music…
It was a melody that would get out of me and hit the mountains.
Then Imroz came into my life.
The one who took me to music school.
He made me realize that music is so much bigger than that simple melody.
I fell in love with the guy who opened the doors to a new life for me.
Then I topped the class.
But all I cared about was about learning more!
But Imroz wanted name and fame.
And I wanted him.
Then we made a band and we got a lot of fame.
But…
I realized that…
my music was hollow now.
And maybe I was too.
So much so, that I had nothing left to offer to Imroz.
Then I… left my band,
Imroz,
even my music, and ran away.
But music kept haunting me.
Art is a blessing, Tamanna.
But it is also a curse.
You can't escape it.
Just like love.
You will never be able to forget Radhe.
And you will never be able to escape from your music either.
These are the two distinct realities of your life.
Accept it.
But don't mix it up.
For now,
your band and your music
need you.
-You sang really well! -Thank you.
-It was great! -Thank you.
All the best for the finale, brother.
Thank you.
Sorry.
What happened?
My slippers.
Do you want it?
Why did you steal it if you wanted to return it?
Where have you come from?
Why do you care?
Who are you to Radhe Mohan?
-How do you know Panditji? -He might be someone else's Panditji!
He was my best friend.
And the hymn that you were singing, it belongs to my Radhe.
He used to sing and I would steal slippers here.
We all were orphan kids left at the temple,
but only one honest person was there among us, Radhe.
He started singing before speaking.
So we would threaten him
to sing till the time we are not done with our work.
One day, Pandit Vyas heard him sing.
-My money? -Go away!
He had the same honesty with himself as he did with his rhythm.
He would never let go off of what he deserved.
-Are you stealing? -This is my money!
-For what? -I sang a song.
Who taught you?
Pandit Vyas saw a light in Radhe, whilst finding his heir for ages.
An orphan got a home and the Bikaner household got their heir.
Pandit Vyas got so engrossed in teaching Radhe,
that he totally detached his household from the outside world.
The king of Jodhpur has invited you to participate in Sangeet Samrat.
Go away from here!
Radhe kept meditating for singing, bound in those four walls.
Pandit Vyas got his daughter married to Radhe and gave him a new identity.
Radhe Mohan Rathod.
And the place where you are sitting
is your grandfather's first land of work.
You have led this band.
But you compose original music.
I haven't composed a single original song, so far.
I dyed my hair blue because of you.
Tamanna, you've got this!
We trust you.
Your band and your music need you.
I know that there is no place for me in the band.
Just hear this once.
Maybe it will help in the finale.
And, reject it if it doesn't make any sense.
Ma'am?
Tamanna, wait.
Dear, don't do this.
Don't make me repeat the sin of rejecting you each time.
What else do I do?
What Panditji was to you,
whether he did the right things or not in life, I don't know that.
However he was,
whatever he was,
he was like God to me.
And after he left, maybe I am
the same as that orphan kid who used to sing in this temple.
I am not chasing any fame.
I want to tell the entire world about Panditji's story.
With pride.
And this jod Raga is an incomplete part of his story.
I was just hoping that you would help me in fulfilling that. But…
I will sing it while it's incomplete.
But if I don't even try to complete it,
then how can I be called his successor?
So tomorrow,
I will get out again to solve the mystery of jod Raga with my family.
And I will come back to you in the evening.
With the same hope, that you will help us.
And you can reject again.
You are an elder person.
You have the right to.
Music and arrogance,
you got them both in the genes from Panditji.
When you bring your family tomorrow,
then we will rehearse exactly where Panditji would work on all his albums.
-Greetings. -Hello.
Please come.
This is the jod Raga.
This would be Panditji's last composition. Shall we start?
It was just a thought.
It is a bit weird.
It is different but interesting.
But how is this related to roots?
Does anyone remember why we got interested in music?
I don't either.
Because we never had a reason.
But after growing up, we looked for reasons to excel in music.
Validation.
Peer pressure. India Band championship.
We forgot who we were.
And what we wanted to become, we focused on that.
We started running away from ourselves.
However far you may flee from yourself, you will always hear your own echo.
And that echo was always our own voice.
What we are,
what we were,
our roots.
Your song is beautiful, Tamanna.
But we can't use it.
Because our band has already decided what it wants to sing.
Unless we change our decision.
Ma'am, this song is phenomenal.
We can do this.
Ayaan!
Thank you.
No need. Your song is better.
I have been saying this for a while, that you are a better composer than me.
And this is probably one of the best compositions I have ever heard.
I don't deserve this.
You really don't.
You broke my heart.
But you know what? This is my heartbreak.
So let me live with it, okay?
Ayaan, I am sorry. I am really sorry!
You know, I used to think that I didn't have anything to say.
For the first time, I made an original composition.
It felt right.
-I heard it. It's really good. -I know.
You know what, Tamanna, welcome back to the band.
Just don't think that I forgave you.
Whatever you've prepared so far, sing it for us.
In four days, there will be the finale of the India Band Championship.
Five amazing bands will face each other.
The biggest question right now…
Which band will become the first IBC champion?
Let's take a peek at the national affection
that the top five bands are receiving.
Radhe brother will win.
-Atikraman! -Of course, Royalty Free.
-Rathod Gharana! -Eastern Trinity.
Jwalamukhi!
It will be interesting to see
which band has the potential to win this competition.
We can see both the Ragas clearly now.
In four days, in the IBC finale, we will find out
which voice is recognized by India.
-Ayaan. -Of course, Tamanna.
Mohini ma'am sings very well.
Rathod Gharana!
Who will be the best?
Jwalamukhi!
Who will become the first winner of the India Band Championship?
I hope that I could help you all somehow.
Mr. Bhairav, without you, jod Raga would have remained incomplete.
Because of you, we felt like we spent some time with Panditji.
If you don't mind, we will drop by sometimes to rehearse.
It is your heritage.
I just keep it safe.
Hello, friends. First of all, thank you very much for giving so much love.
As you are aware, our Rathod household is in the IBC finale.
It was here, where I stand now,
that my father, Radhe Mohan Rathod, used to compose music.
And what you are seeing right now…
These are historic rhythm stones of my Gharana.
Your Gharana really is ancient. And also rhythmic.
Yes. And Mr. Kailash even gave a title to Panditji's chapter.
Rathod Gharana, a misled story of a rhythmic family.
That writer is a fraud!
He wrote such rubbish!
Let it go.
We stopped taking that book seriously long ago.
But I did not.
How can Panditji leave his Gharana himself?
Guruji kicked him out himself.
He separated a five-year-old child from his dad.
You all know this.
Panditji never said anything against his mentor.
But I will say it today.
There was nothing to eat at home.
I’m still hungry, Dad.
But Pandit Vyas was so egoistic, that he did not sing for anyone.
Neither would he let Radhe Mohan sing.
Every year, they would get an invitation from Sangeet Samrat from Jodhpur
and he would reject it.
Guruji, I understand why you didn't want to attend Sangeet Samrat till date.
But I cannot see my son sleeping on an empty stomach.
With your permission…
My grandson will die of hunger…
but my music and I will not bow down before any king.
Radhe Mohan would never go against his mentor.
Then the next thing that he did,
it was a father's decision, not a singer's.
I am from the Bikaner Gharana,
whatever good I sing today, it will belong to my guruji, Mr. Kedarnath Vyas.
And whatever mistakes I make, those will be mine.
With the title of Sangeet Samrat,
Radhe Mohan went to his guru with the hopes that
now he will be well known for his music in Jodhpur.
And his son would get an opportunity to live a happy life.
But Mr. Vyas did not listen to him.
You sang this song without my permission.
You have no right over my song and the Bikaner Gharana.
You used to be a thief and you are still a thief!
You can kick me out of the Bikaner Gharana.
But even I have a right over this music, guruji.
Just like I had a right over that money.
This music is much larger than you or me.
I won't let this music die, guruji!
Get out of here!
You might not consider me as your disciple,
but to me, you will always be my mentor.
But then, he asked for his right back from his disciple.
As a donation, I take a promise from you that
you will leave my house the same way you arrived… Alone.
After today you'll have no relation with my daughter and my grandson Digvijay.
Radhe Mohan did create a household with his name.
But he could never give his name to the son that he loved the most.
I… Sorry.
The thing that you fought for all your life,
when you find out that the thing was never true to begin with,
then what can one do?
Now I know why Grandfather…
always said bad things about Dad.
Why Mom would always stop him.
I thought that Dad was always unfair to me.
He did not care for me.
He took my right away from me.
But now that I know the truth,
what do I do with it?
It is not your fault, Digvijay.
What could you do?
God knows why the elders don't tell their truth to the next generation on time.
Had they told us…
If Dad were around, I would go to him.
I would…
I would just hug him.
From Panditji's album, you can take whatever you want.
Don't worry about copyrights, I will handle the lawyers and organizers.
Maybe that won't be needed.
I found out one more thing about Panditji,
which is more attached to our roots.
Listen, when I asked you to sing anything, even a hymn…
I was joking. I did not mean it literally.
IBC's full form is not India Bhajan Championship.
Arghya is right. Why are we even singing this song?
-We cracked the jod Raga too now. -Yeah, why?
This is Panditji's song.
When I was young, he would sing this for me.
I still remember.
He made this hymn when he didn't even know what a Gharana is.
This has his truest form.
Without any mixture.
Neither Rathod Gharana nor Bikaner Gharana.
This hymn keeps all of us together.
Let's prepare for this.
Okay, but we have two days left.
To work on this and bring it into the competition format,
it will be really tough.
We don't need to fit our music into any format now.
The audience are not our guests anymore.
They are ours now.
So we will present our music just the way that it is.
Just like our food at home.
Ladies and gentlemen!
Give it up for the first finale
of the India Band Championship!
Wow, what a performance! Give it up for Jwalamukhi!
And now please welcome Royalty Free to show us their roots!
Today, make them hear your story, not your music.
Okay?
Good luck.
I got an excuse to meet you,
so I could not stop myself.
I’ll take your leave.
Will you not hear the song before leaving?
Can I hear it with you here?
It's been a while since we listened to a song together.
Once more! Once more!
Radhe.
BANDISH
All the best.
Uncle.
By making you the successor,
Panditji made the right decision.
All the best.
But this Gharana doesn't just have one voice.
We want you to sing with us from now on.
From today.
They won't allow that in the competition.
It is beyond the competition now, uncle.
It is about our Gharana.
It is about our family.
Shall we go, brother?
Let's strike a rhythm.
The next to perform on this stage
is the Rathod Gharana! Give it up for them!
Radhe.
As your manager, I have to tell you that this is a very bad idea.
I mean, it’s hara-kiri!
I am still saying that this hymn is not going to work.
Arghya.
I am your Krishna.
Like Lord Krishna says, you got to do what you got to do.
Bless you.
Today, whatever right things we sing, it will belong to Pandit Radhe Mohan Rathod.
If we make any mistake, then that…
will be ours.
Welcome back to the grand finale
of the India Band Championship!
Yeah!
That moment has finally arrived.
Five amazing bands, five amazing performances.
But there is only one winner…
who will be called India's first band champion!
So judges, over to you!
First of all, Royalty Free, your performance shocked and confused us.
I mean, how can someone make such an exceptional composition, guys?
Such great imagination, complexity, and rawness.
And on the other side, Rathod Gharana.
The ones who sang this hymn with so much devotion.
They mesmerized us all!
We should also praise Jwalamukhi's outstanding performance.
-Jwalamukhi! -What do you say, audience?
But undoubtedly…
The highlight performance of this evening was by this one mind-blowing band.
The ones who made such innovative interpretation on the theme of roots…
Unimaginable!
So the winners, of IBC,
all the way from Kasauli!
Royalty Free!
A big round of applause for the winners.
You did it!
No, we did it!
-This is because of you. -Yes, of course!
Many congratulations!
Congratulations.
Thank you.
Greetings.
You increased the pride of the entire Jodhpur.
But you still did not follow one of our orders.
Please tell us.
In the memories of Panditji, you had to arrange for a memorial. Did you forget?
As you wish.
We made it!
We did it!
This is so beautiful, bro!
This is…
-We did it! -Okay. Guys, guys…
Now party so much that you forget the reason for partying in the morning!
But, after this, forget about this success.
Because if you don't forget this,
then you can't do better than this.
Right?
Party!
-Party! -Let's go!
-Sir, this belongs to you too. -No.
If it hadn't been for "Bebakiyan, " we would not get here.
You have to join us in the celebrations tonight. Right, Nandini ma'am?
It's her old habit.
When the time arrives, she makes a poetic exit.
This was the contract between us To keep the scent alive
Every petal of the flowers
To live in your books
Sir, Ayaan has used this line on a lot of women by the way.
I am sure!
There is something beyond this.
I just never sang it.
But just, a poet to a poet…
Shall I tell you?
-Go ahead! -Yes!
But what I saved in my books
Had I never picked that flower
Then as the pleasant smell It would forever be in my memories
You all are very lucky…
that she is your mentor.
I stayed in the hope that…
if only some poetess would pick this bloody fool and keep him with her.
Wait, wait.
What do you mean?
Yes, the flower in the poem is not Nandini, but me.
Nandini wrote this for me.
While leaving, she gifted a lot of poems out of a diary to me.
And those became the inspiration for my first album.
You are lucky.
Good luck.
You seem to have changed a lot.
You changed more than I did.
Of course.
I finally defeated you after all.
Nobody deserves this victory more than you, Tamanna.
Thank you.
What I did in the last round, forgive me for that, if you can.
I will try.
You had the biggest victory, Radhe.
You turned this Gharana into a home.
Had Panditji been around, he would be really proud.
And us?
Where will we go from here?
Radhe.
I love you.
But we don't just belong to each other.
We belong to our music too.
And for how long can we run away from it?
After running away from myself for so long,
I have finally found myself.
If you are with me, I might lose myself again.
I am not as smart as you, Tamanna.
So, I will wait.
I will wait.
Always.
Bandish Bandits deserve one dance at least.
I don't know how.
No worries.
I will teach you.