01x09 - Guitar Kambi Mele Nindru

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TUGGING AT MY GUITAR STRINGS

Letting you guys know,

at "Scent of Music,"

we have a brilliant

list of musicians waiting to play tonight.

And next up on that list

is this year's Grammy Award nominee,

and one of the new forces in music

to reckon with.

Please welcome Kamal!

Hey, come eat while it's still hot.

- Here.

- I'll help myself.

Have you eaten?

I will.

Is the movie getting released?

No.

It's not.

They took a call last night.

Fine.

All the songs in the film are good.

The three songs released

were instant hits.

It's your music everywhere.

Millions have heard and liked it.

That's good enough.

Move on.

You had composed so many tunes, no?

Not from the movie.

Your independent music.

Sing for me sometime.

I'd love to listen.

It's been so long.

Like crashing waves, crashing waves

You wash over me

Every new wave

Is a new love

Like dripping dew, dripping dew

You glisten in my heart

Every fresh drop

Is a new love

You say, "This little dew can contain

The great, blue ocean"

You say, "This waterfall can be trapped

In your little eyes"

When I close my eyes

You turn into teardrops

Ma

I have to get out of here.

I want to breathe only music.

I have a lot to learn.

I want to belong in the world of music

as a composer, a performer.

I want to perform before an audience, Ma.

We don't have that kind of audience here,

nor that kind of music or teachers.

I have to get out of here, Ma,

but you must come with me.

I know you won't.

That's the only reason I'm still here.

I don't know how I would

live there without you.

I'm begging you, Ma.

Let's just go.

London.

Come along with me, Ma.

You'll like it there.

I have everything planned.

Just five years.

Let's go, Ma.

The morning

Ta-ra-ra

The moon shining bright

Above me, shines

Na-na-na

Fills the skies

hmmm-mmm

In the sky

No!

Ta-ra-ra

An eternal moon

The bracing babble of a baby

The wondrous whisper of a waterfall

The captivating call of a cuckoo

Everything pales in comparison to her

The potpourri of perfumes

The smell of an old book

The fragrance of the holy basil leaf

Everything pales in comparison to her

Why didn't I realize this sooner?

Why?

And when I did

Why didn't I come to my senses?

I am so ashamed now

I am so ashamed

This is a man's confession, my dear

I am so ashamed now

I am so ashamed

This is my introspection, my dear

On the bass is Aalaap.

Vijay on lead guitars.

Guberan!

And Sathriyan on the keys.

Hey, boys.

Have you been nice to your woman?

If not, apologize now!

Right now.

And this song is about that.

Okay?

You came in pursuit of music

You became my music

What would I become without my music?

Without music, I'd turn to stone

Just give me one chance to change

And I will never err again

Don't leave me

Come back to me, my music!

My love!

I am so ashamed now

I am so ashamed

This is my introspection, my dear

Let's hear all of you now.

Let's do an "oh" now.

If we finish recording,

we could get the funds.

- Are the lyrics ready?

- For a while now!

Clearly you never check your phone.

- I sent it to you and her on WhatsApp.

- Okay.

Take a look.

I'll stay on the line.

Yeah, looks okay to me.

- If you're fine, we can record it.

- Go ahead.

Who's the singer?

Rather, where's the singer?

She told me she just got there.

She'll be with you in a second.

Her name is Nethra.

And look, I don't know her personally.

I haven't heard her sing.

The client recommended her.

So she has to sing

even if she can't sing. Correct?

Yes.

But you take the call.

I'm sure it'll be fine.

- Yeah, okay.

- Okay, bye.

Hi.

Nethra.

It was a Wednesday.

I had booked flight tickets

to leave my country

over the weekend, to get here.

But the minute I saw her

I had this feeling, I swear

I knew I wasn't going to make that flight.

- Hi, Nethra.

- I love your songs.

The three songs that are out

are so rich in music.

A brand new sound.

You just cracked it.

I listen to it on loop.

I thought I should tell you this

when we meet.

Thank you for the music.

Those three songs

have actually taken care of me.

And a lot of people I know.

Really.

Thank you.

- Please sit.

- I mean it.

So

Isn't the movie getting released soon?

I'm eager to see the song.

No, not now.

It's postponed again.

Is it?

Yeah.

So, the lyrics

- But that's all right.

- Let's check--

Movie or not, at least there's the music.

In the air.

Everywhere.

You only need to push play.

Isn't that everything?

When you meet a woman,

and in a few minutes,

she sounds exactly like your mother,

with the things she's saying.

When that happens,

you know you're a goner. That it's

Hook, line, and sinker.

No, really.

Listening to these songs

without a visual reference

your songs

do you have any idea how perfect it is?

It's left to your imagination.

I love it.

- It's just music, no?

- Yeah.

Like those classical music pieces.

On YouTube, you'll only see

the photograph of the composer.

Like for Beethoven's "Für Elise."

Can you imagine a couple

dancing around trees?

It would have ruined the feeling.

Unless, of course,

the visuals were shot well.

Yeah.

You know what I'm talking about?

Yeah.

I didn't actually doubt whether

you knew the composition.

I'm not trying to prove I know it.

I wanted to work on something based on it.

I forgot about it, but you reminded me.

Thank you.

Just

Just give me a minute,

I'll take it from here.

Do you feel the tremors?

Do you feel the tremors?

Just like my heart

Does your heart

Feel the tremors?

Do you feel the tremors?

Just like my heart

Does your heart

Is this an earthquake?

Is this an earthquake?

If I told my eyes it's a vision

Would my eyes believe me?

I've heard people

play Ilaiyaraaja on strings.

That's the first time

I've heard someone play Beethoven.

Same thing.

This is a special day.

Your birthday or something?

No.

Because of what I just saw and heard.

I am done.

I spoke too much, huh?

We can begin.

No.

Yeah.

Well done.

You don't belong here.

I felt that way when I heard

those three songs of yours.

Very international music.

Even for this ad film, I'm wondering

if it needs this feel and sound.

Whatever it is, we must strive

to make something fresh and new.

Correct.

But have you ever felt that way?

That you don't belong here?

First thing, every morning.

Not in a pompous sort of a way.

I have to create something new.

I'm not sure if I can do that here.

Wait.

I had the same conversation

with my mother today.

Were you eavesdropping?

Were you at my house or something?

I didn't eavesdrop.

But I get it.

The music scene here is non-existent.

Yeah.

Unless you're scoring music for films,

there is no scope.

I have these dreams, too.

Go someplace where

classical music resounds.

Not America, but Europe.

But they don't speak English

in most parts of Europe.

That's a problem.

You can learn music.

But you also

have to learn a new language, too.

London.

The best.

- And a big music scene.

- Wait!

This is uncanny.

Fine, you didn't eavesdrop,

but you're getting into my head now.

You're going to London?

- Yeah.

- Wow.

When are you leaving?

I bought the tickets.

It's an open ticket.

Like, tomorrow.

You have a plan all worked out?

If my mom agrees, it's a five-year plan.

Nice.

Wish you all the best.

Win a few Grammys and an Oscar, maybe.

You're amazing.

Thank you.

We should meet up if you come to London.

So I must come to London

if I want to meet you again?

Yeah.

See you.

See you.

Hello, Dad?

Yeah, I just finished.

I said I'll be there at nine o'clock. Bye.

I'll walk you out.

- You carry on. I'll just go.

- No, I'm good. You go ahead.

Sorry.

She has an amazing voice.

She's a find, for sure.

I really liked her.

So you liked her?

- She's sweet.

- Sweet?

Just sweet.

That's such a boring way

to describe a woman.

"Sweet," it seems.

- I said her voice was sweet.

- Hang up.

Okay, so the recording is done?

Mix it and send it to me.

I'll see you soon. Bye.

Okay, bye.

- Hi!

- Gosh.

I was wondering who this is.

I am equally surprised.

Sorry. I was on my way home,

and I saw you walking.

So I turned around to ask

if you wanted a ride.

But I have this sudden feeling

that your house

is on that lane right there.

And you'll say

this is your daily walking routine

if I offer to unnecessarily

give you a ride.

So I'll just say, "Hi."

"You sang really well.

The song is sounding good."

And

I'll say bye and leave.

My house is not around here.

It's in Indira Nagar.

I'm not going home.

I'm going elsewhere.

- First Seaward Road?

- Yeah.

And this is not

my daily exercise walking routine.

I walk.

Wherever I need to go in the city, I walk.

- Okay.

- If I need to go far or fast

I take the bus or the train.

Otherwise, I'm your average pedestrian.

- I walk.

- All right.

I won't ask you why, but are you sure?

- About?

- About walking all the way?

No, if you want to drop me,

I'll ride with you of course.

Not a problem.

- Really?

- Yeah.

I don't have a helmet.

Is that okay?

I ride safe and slow.

What about the police?

That

We'll figure it out if that happens.

- Yeah? You're okay?

- Yeah.

I thought the next time we meet

would be at the London Bridge.

Didn't think we'd meet again

so soon on Adyar Bridge.

Good one.

You sing really well.

Brilliant voice.

I wish you a lot of songs,

recordings, fame, and fortune.

Thank you.

And you.

Okay, I'm just going to say it.

There's something about you.

When you played the guitar at the studio,

I didn't ever want you to stop.

I wished our recording

would never come to an end.

It was a painfully short song.

I deliberately botched up

a few lines, too.

I just didn't have the heart to leave.

That's how I felt while leaving.

But here I am, half an hour later,

sitting on your bike with you.

Unbelievable.

Yeah.

You think I can also wish for world peace

and it will happen?

But it's not the same for you, is it?

I only ask

because I felt this vibe in that room.

I thought you were flirting with me, too.

Do you know when?

When you said, "I'll see you in London."

Tell me I'm wrong.

Wrong.

Okay.

I might've read you wrong.

I guess I was mistaken.

I'm sorry.

To use the word "mistake" here

would be a mistake.

Because if that was the case

it wouldn't be a mistake.

Just saying.

Maybe it's just your eyes?

That must be it.

Your eyes are the problem.

The way you gaze

so deeply.

Just the way they are.

- Come on.

- Of course, I'm the problem, too.

Why did you have to see me here?

And you could have kept going.

Why did you offer me a ride?

An old lady was walking ahead of me.

You could have offered her a ride.

Her house was right there.

I know that old woman.

That's her daily routine.

She even goes jogging barefoot.

That's why I offered you a lift.

So that's it?

Just like that.

As easy as that.

Makes no sense to bottle up feelings

for days and not express them.

I was thinking if I should

get your number and text or call you

while I was walking down the road.

I decided against it,

and then you turned up.

Now how could I not just say it?

As far as this feeling is concerned,

who knows when it'll strike you?

Okay.

It struck me all right,

inside that studio.

And hopefully, you, too.

And, hello!

It's also about who you say it to.

I feel safe with you.

A little bird inside tells me that you

won't judge me for saying it like it is.

Like I said

there's something about you.

Yes!

But you never said that.

I did.

In my head.

Didn't you hear it?

But you heard the stuff my mother said!

Baby, baby, look into my eyes

Honey, tell me is this what

Falling for you feels like?

Running out of lyrics

But all I want is to sing with you

Baby, baby, look into my eyes

Honey, tell me is this what

Falling for you feels like?

"Something about you," as in

You like my voice?

That's all?

And you, my eyes are deep and beautiful?

That's all?

So you admit it?

About your eyes?

Just saying what you said.

Not just your eyes.

I already told you.

Complete attraction.

The stuff you said.

The way you said it.

Your voice.

Manly, yet so soft.

There was this connection, this vibe.

The thick wooden door

and the glass wall between you and me

it came breaking through all that.

That vibe!

- And the music.

- Yeah.

I'm talking about your choice of music.

It says a lot about you.

Thanks.

The Beethoven you played

and before that

You came in pursuit of music

And you became my music

What would become of me without music?

I would turn into a lifeless mass

You were there?

- Were you there?

- This feeling started there for me.

But I didn't see

You owned that stage.

That's you.

You've got it in you.

So that feeling

A first for me.

In 22 years,

I've never felt such a thing before.

And then you walked me out.

Who does that?

This is where that feeling

gets on a hand and slaps me hard.

It left a mark on me.

Which is why I told you

as soon as I got on your bike.

To let you know,

"Boy, you did all this to me."

Your turn.

Okay, so it's just my voice?

It's okay.

If you don't feel the same way, it's okay.

I can handle it.

This is my second time.

My second time in 32 years.

That's the problem.

That's not letting me say anything more.

Yeah.

You are only 22 years old?

Do I look a lot older?

No, no, not like that

In a good way.

I swear, I'm only 22.

- I'm not lying.

- Don't keep saying it.

It hurts.

Nice!

I like it.

This age difference, the fact

that my father will disown me,

these are future problems.

It will come.

But let's not go there now.

It's too soon to think of all that.

But we are on the right track now.

Did you feel it, too?

The vibe and attraction that I felt?

Tell me about it.

I have another five minutes.

Or just say nothing at all,

and I'll be out of your life

in ten seconds.

I was in that mind space

of leaving the country

ten seconds before you walked in,

and until now

I'd forgotten all about it.

I think, from the very moment

you touched that door.

The way you walked in,

the way you stood,

shook my hand, and looked at me,

the way you spoke,

your eyes, your face, your voice,

your gait, your style, your expressions

I could go on describing you physically.

It would all be true,

but it wasn't just that.

You said all the things

my mother said to me.

I guess I needed the validation.

The example you gave with Beethoven,

and nothing else, that inspired me.

The vibe that came

crashing through the glass door

Yeah, a couple of times

I made you repeat some lines.

That was deliberate.

So the recording wouldn't end.

So you wouldn't leave.

And then when I saw you again on the road

how could I not speak to you?

How could I not ask?

All that happened naturally.

I'll go.

You better.

Baby, baby, look into my eyes

Honey, tell me is this what

Falling for you feels like?

Running out of lyrics

But all I want is to sing with you

You and I, exploring together

As the skies, air and earth cheer

Let's parade together

Like this world's never seen before

Stalking?

Hell, no.

You said you were

struck like lightning by me.

I was sweet enough to wait

two hours to drop you back home.

How can that be stalking?

Correct.

So that jobless?

I am a musician, aren't I?

If I were Ilaiyaraaja,

I'd have composed five tunes.

You made a new song?

Yes.

- Seriously?

- Yeah.

- Sing for me, no? Please?

- Sure.

Okay, it goes like this.

Boy meets girl.

They connect, vibe.

A sudden attraction.

They hang out for ten days,

and it leads up to the first kiss.

- That's the song.

- Just like our story?

Do you mind?

- Let's go over there?

- Let's go over there?

Come.

- Right side.

- Yeah.

Well

I'll be making up some lyrics.

- Go for it.

- Yeah.

Hey

Catch my falling heart

Hey

Quench your thirst with my dreams

Hey

Spread your little wings

Come

Get on my lips and smile

Perched atop my guitar strings

You're like a sweet singing sparrow

Into my dreary, colorless life

You have splashed a million hues

Like a painter's brush

Like a painter's brush

You're a rainbow

Raining over me

Like an angel

Like an angel

You uproot my heart

From its very core

I float like a leaf on a puddle of music

You are a rainfall out to topple me

Drench me all the way down to my roots

Dissolve into my

Dissolve into my soul like the water

Perched atop my piano keys

You dance like a pretty peahen

Into my dreary, colorless life

You have splashed a million hues

Like a painter's brush

Like a painter's brush

You're a rainbow

Raining over me

Like an angel

Like an angel

You uproot my heart

From its very core

What for?

Like a painter's brush

Like a painter's brush

You're a rainbow

Raining over me

Like an angel

Like an angel

You uproot my heart

From its very core

Why are we here?

We'll get into trouble for nothing.

Today is our tenth day together,

just like in your song.

Let's have a go at each other.

Please.

Right here?

No way.

Let's just

kiss?

Maybe?

That's what I meant, too.

What did you think?

So for you, a kiss is "just a kiss"?

Not at all.

I swear, that's not how it is.

Okay, hold on.

I have been meaning to tell you

something for a few days now.

Let me cross that threshold first.

I love you.

Like never before, okay?

I don't ever want us to be apart.

I don't ever want to leave you.

I love you.

I really do.

It's just that

those flight tickets were expensive.

I don't think British Airways

offers a full refund.

Do you love me?

I crossed that threshold when you sang

"Into my dreary, colorless life,

you splashed a million hues."

I was done right there.

Mad or what?

Do you need me to say it?

I love you.

And this is forever, Kamal.

Higher and higher

We're going higher and higher

Every single breath that you take away

Baby, I'm amazed

Closer and closer

I'm moving closer and closer

I just wanna dive into the night

With you by my side, look into your eyes

Wow!

Maarten, I loved that.

Give it up for Maarten.

And that's the story behind this song.

If you buggers are keen to know

she's not in my life anymore.

- Tell us why.

- Really?

No. It's not important to know how or why.

What I thought would be the story of my life

ended up being just a beautiful chapter.

So here I am, a couple of years later,

much wiser in music and in life.

And I've made my peace

which brings me to my next song.

This song is also gonna be

in my language, Tamil.

Straight from the heart.

Oh, she flew away!

She got over me

I reached out to hold her

But she disappeared into the air

She was the air to my music

She was the grammar to my lyric

While I planned for a future together

She became my past, my yesterday

She and I together

I thought it was forever

How the sparks flew

They flew

Even if we're over

She gave me the power

To find my own groove

She and I together

I thought it was forever

How the sparks flew

They flew

No longer my lover

Sang at London Tower

Owe that to you, to you

Oh, she flew away

She got over me

I reached out to hold her

But she disappeared into the air

She was the story of my life

And now she's just a line in the book

Even though she's gone, time and again

She is the music that I make

She and I together

I thought it was forever

How does a simple glance

turn into infatuation?

At what point does infatuation

get christened as love?

Science searches for blackholes

in distant galaxies

Why does it fail to see

the blackhole called love?

Is love physics because of the attraction?

Is it chemistry because it transforms?

Is it mathematics of the heart?

Is it the engineering of biology?

There are no answers to

any of these questions, love is just love.

Together or apart