02x08 - Qarar

[bunniefuu]

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 f*cked 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 f*ck?

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!

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.