02x06 - Hitchki

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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, sh*t.
- 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.

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!

Once more! Once more!

Everyone, come on!

Roar!

What a roaring
performance! Oh, my God!

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!