02x02 - Holding On

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So now you'll go to Mumbai

and perform our family's
compositions with a rock band?

Mother, it's classical fusion.
Millions will listen to it.

And I will only present music
from our family's compilation.

Radhe, Panditji would never allow
you to do this if he were alive.

You know that, right?

You went against him too
when you helped me practice.

You broke your vow. Why?

Only to keep our Gharana alive.

He made me the successor
and passed away.

What am I supposed to do?

This Gharana won't
die on my watch.

And I don't know if this is the
right path or not. I really don't.

But it's all that I see for now.

You're wrong. You're
making a mistake.

Don't do it.

Don't do it! Don't
honk your horn!

Don't you see there is a signal?

Yes, Arghya, I will be
there in five minutes.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Thank you.

Kingshuk, please come here.

- Should I help you?
- Thank you.

Listen. You figured it out perfectly
between Nandini and Prashant.

- That's fine?
- Yes. Good. Thanks.

A bit more up…

Let's see what you can do.

Let's start with a cover.

- Any suggestions?
- Please don't suggest "Mastiyapa", okay?

Anyone missing?

- Ma'am, we could cover Indi-pop.
- Or maybe Rock.

- Ma'am, how about "Holding On"?
- Sure.

"Holding On"! My
favorite. Let's do it!

Give us a beat.

Hey, Vishal!

Vishal, play the simple pattern.
You can do the other stuff later.

I am playing it straight.

That's not straight!

- How can I play it simpler?
- Come on, guys, come on. Let's go.

Enough.

I guess everyone
knows what's wrong.

Why don't you tell me?

Ma'am, I think we need
more pace and strings, and

less of Ayaan's variations.

- So that's why you went offbeat.
- I wasn't offbeat.

- I never go offbeat.
- Ma'am, I think…

it will work better if
Vishal shows off less.

There's no space left for bass.

Find space yourself!

Ma'am, if the third
years play everything…

what should we do?
Come back next year?

- Yes, ma'am, like Ayaan’s variations.
- Why are you getting so irritated then?

- You can't pull seniority in the band.
- Ma'am, it's my fault.

I should pay more attention to what
Kingshuk and Soumya are singing.

I should sing chorus not lead.

That was the best
response so far.

Who comes from which batch? How
much of a genius that person is?

I don't care.

All of you are competing
with other bands,

not with each other.

This is not a showcase of
your individual talents.

It's the India
Band Championship.

And for that, you will
have to become a band.

Learn to do that first.

Radhe "Randy" Rathod.
Welcome to Mumbai.

- The jam room is here?
- No, I'm kidnapping you.

I will blackmail your family
and steal all the music.

I just asked because the
classical music forum is nearby.

Panditji sang here
whenever he came to Mumbai.

You won't even find
a mouse there today.

Forget about your old life!

Forget it like a bad lover.
Control, alt, delete.

Just forget it!

This is the beginning
of a new life, okay?

From standard definition to 4K.

Guys! Guys! Guys!

I'd like to introduce you
to "The masked man", Radhe.

Radhe.

That is Atharva and
Hardik on drums.

That's Pranav on the lead.

And Aldridge, holding the
wrong instrument as usual.

Because this needs to be here.

With the founder
of the band, Mahi.

Radhe.

Are you a disciple?

I belong to the Rathod Gharana.

By the way, I have
heard your songs.

They are pretty good.

I haven't heard anything by you.

- What? You haven't?
- No.

I sent it to you, right?

How does it matter?
I heard it, right?

Just like you are a
mind-blowing sitar player,

he is a mind-blowing singer.

So, Radhe, welcome
to Rage N Raga.

Did you welcome him already?

Let's hear how
mind-blowing he is first.

What say, guys?

Give me the cable.

- Mahi.
- Yeah?

There was no talk
about an audition.

That's okay.

Let's do this.

- Okay. Okay.
- Just take this.

What a voice!

What is it?

You transitioned from
"Darbari" to "Bhairavi".

And that too was out
of the Raga code.

But it sounded good, right?

We're here to create music,
not conform to rules.

The day you learn to do
that you'll reach our level.

Radhe Rathod! The new
singer of Rage N Raga.

That's what I am talking about.

They are all playing
games with us, man!

Messing with us!

Bhairavi is always a
problem. I know one Bhairavi.

Mahi, I have a condition.

Is that so?

I came to Mumbai so that I could
take Panditji's music forward.

I have his compositions.

So if we could pair up your
music… with his compositions…

That's if the band likes them.

Welcome to Rage
N Raga, Panditji.

Thank you.

Shall we begin?

Dice it finely.

That's how you like it, right?

I can't do anything right.

I messed up.

Forgive me.

You didn't do it on purpose.

But I was the one
who slipped up.

I must set it right.

The students aren't
coming to class anymore.

Devendra isn't here, either.

Radhe is also doing
his own thing.

Now, you must sing.

On stage.

You don't need to hide
your talent any longer.

I would have sung
in better times.

But we won't even bag
small-time concerts now.

I used to find
shows for Panditji.

I will do it.

It will be done.

You have kept your vow
silently for all these years.

Let me give it a try.

Okay, guys, as you can see I've written
down all the notes on the sheet.

Please focus on your
own parts this time.

Okay? Everyone remembers
the lyrics, right?

Yes.

Hello! Wake up.
Everyone knows or not?

- Yes, yes.
- Yeah.

Okay, she's coming.
She's coming.

Is this my lucky day today?

Start.

You are coordinated.

But there is no music.

You all are playing
your parts robotically.

But you aren't
listening and reacting.

And that's not music.

Actually, I…

- It's "Garaj Garaj".
- Malhar Raga.

Panditji created
this composition.

It is interesting.

What do you think, boys?
Should we try this?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

Okay, Ankesh, let's
record this session.

Sure, man.

Done?

Now, just listen to
each other's voices.

Understand each other's music.

Then react instinctively.

Open your eyes.

That's it, thank
you. You can leave.

While you were blindfolded I
thought your performance improved.

Because you were
listening to each other.

As soon as the blindfolds came
off you all began to show off.

You can't manage to
perform for a few people.

How can you handle an audience
of thousands of people?

You know what?

I think, only a live
audience can teach you…

that you can't make up a band
by doing your own bits well.

Estella Engineering
College Festival.

Abhilasha. I'm going to
sign you up for the opening.

- Live, directly?
- Estella, ma'am? No way.

Ma'am, that's next week.

Ma'am, we don't even
have a band name.

You're still a long
way from having a name.

Learn to make music
together first.

Or do I have to look for
another band for the IBC?

And then they can
decide the name.

Is she serious about
auditioning new people?

Guys, let's call it a day.

Thank you. I was headed to the
admin room for printouts anyway.

Are you seriously
having another audition?

Yes.

You already have the best musicians
of the college in your band.

What more could you want?

I was told to mentor
the best band…

not the best musicians.

So make them the best.

Prashant sir.

Can I please do it my way?

You're right.

You have a history of it.

You handle bands your way.

You break up bands your way.

Your way.

It is good, in a way.

Possibly, your
instincts are right.

Because the last time
you broke up a band

our college got a famous alumni.

Who knows? We may find
another genius this time.

How much longer should we wait?

We will leave if your band
isn't here in five minutes.

You charged us for a live band and are
making us listen to pre-recorded songs.

Thank you, Zakeer bhai.

Okay, guys.

Nothing works better for a
team-building exercise than beer.

Cheers to the name of our band.

We will guzzle beer and
think of a name for the band.

- Sick!
- Yes?

Cheers!

- Cheers, guys.
- Cheers.

This band will be disbanded before
it is formed and look at him!

These drinks are okay
but what about the band?

Guys. I've got a great
game. It's called "Mistake."

- Okay. Round one. Tell them the rules.
- Sorry, Miss.

My daughter is a
huge fan of yours.

- Fans.
- Do you mind talking to her?

- Not at all, sir.
- She is on a video call.

- Okay. Excuse me.
- Please.

- Service is slow.
- Hi.

- Hi, Tamanna, hi!
- Where's that band of yours?

- Your parents are lovely.
- Sir, I don't think the band can make it.

- They were held up because of a landslide.
- "Mastiyapa" is my favorite song.

- Of course!
- Don't worry.

I will sort it out.
Give me some time.

- Yeah.
- You do this every time.

I'll make sure your
cafe closes down.

I will get it blacklisted.

Let's just have one
round of drinks.

What's the use of this exercise?

Anyway, Nandini ma'am will
select someone else tomorrow.

Where are you going?

It's the India
Band Championship.

And for that, you will
have to become a band.

You're still a long
way from having a name.

Learn to make music
together first.

You wish to learn, right?

Learn to walk before
you run, in that case.

It's been a long night, Ayaan.

- You guys are useless, man.
- Ayaan, can we leave?

Sir, we have a waiter

and he tells the funniest jokes.
Would you like to hear him?

Did I come here to
listen to your jokes?

And the next person
says something

and it will keep going around
and the first person has to…

- repeat everything and then…
- Good evening, everybody.

How are we doing tonight?

Well, I have some good news
and some bad news for you.

The bad news is the band that was supposed
to perform here is stuck in traffic.

But I am Tamanna Sharma.

And we are from the Royal
Himalayan School of Music.

The good news is that we are going to
perform for you today absolutely free.

And our band is
called Royalty Free.

What is she doing? They
will not go easy on her!

Do you know what the
f*ck is royalty-free?

- It's not all that bad.
- Okay, I promise,

our music is better
than our jokes.

We don't have instruments!
What do we play?

Come on. Let's go.

Mahi sir, this way. Mahi sir!

Mahi sir, this way. Look at
the camera. Mahi sir, this way.

- Mahi sir!
- Sir, one group photo!

Look here, sir!

- Mahi sir!
- Mahi!

- You have to make a Korean heart.
- Mahi, my bro!

- Sir, to your left!
- Mahi!

The song that you
wrote for Falak…

It's beautiful, man.

Thank you for letting us
do it. Actually, Radhe…

That's his grandpa's
composition.

Wow! Thank you so much.

- It's lovely.
- Thank you.

The son of India's richest
industrialist loves "Garaj Garaj".

Actually, it's our
Gharana's song…

Mahi!

I can't believe this.

This is like the best
birthday present, ever!

You know you've always
been on my list.

- Babe.
- Babe, playlist, babe!

- Thanks, Boo.
- Happy Birthday, Falak.

Ma'am! Happy birthday, ma'am.

No… Put that down. I'm not
speaking to you, chief.

Yes. I've got the singer.

I have the singer with
me. Please come here.

- Are you Mr. Pankaj?
- Let me call you back.

- Are you Mr. Pankaj?
- Hello, there. I am. This way.

Right this way.

You can set up here.

- We will set up right there on the stage.
- This is the stage.

- Come.
- This is the stage?

- Yes, sir.
- We composed a song

- for the groom and bride.
- Don't worry at all.

We have two massive
speakers placed out there.

They will hear you loud
and clear. Don't sweat it.

Come on. Let's set this
up. It's getting late.

- Are we street snack vendors?
- It's okay.

We sing on the stage,
not in a stall!

This isn't about vending
snacks. What did you ask?

You begged me to give you a
chance. Well, you've got it now.

- No, we'll do this.
- Either sing

or grab your things and leave.

We will do it. Calm down.

Tell him how it goes!

Sir, one selfie?

Let's go.

Happy birthday, Falak.

Mahi, that wasn't a jingle.

It was a composition
created by my Panditji.

- Cool down.
- Why should I?

Every note…

and every word is sacred to us. We
don't twist them to sell out like this.

Really? The Gharanas
don't do that?

Don't their songs cater to
the whims of the royals?

See, these industrialists
are modern-day royalty.

The two are not the same.

- There they treat us with respect.
- Yes.

I see, that's why your king
took away your respect.

You need to learn
to relax a bit.

There's a saying. "One for the
kitchen, one for the soul."

This one is for the kitchen.

We've made enough money from this
to run a kitchen for a whole year.

And the next one's for the soul.

Estella College of Engineering.

Abhilasha. India's
biggest music festival.

And we are the main event.

You can sing your grandpa's malhar
Raga. Make it rain out there.

Come on.

- Guys! Guess who we are opening for?
- Who?

- Let's go!
- Congratulations, guys.

Hello, Aunt Mohini.

Arghya, I can't get through
to Radhe's phone. I'm worried.

You don't have to worry.

Your son has shaken and
stirred Mumbai to the core

with his performance
of "Garaj Garaj".

I guess that's why he
could not take your call.

Here you go! Your son's home.

Okay.

- Yes, Mother?
- Radhe.

Arghya said you sang "Garaj
Garaj" at a prestigious event.

How was the performance?

Everything went okay?

Yes, Ma. It went well.

Did you sing the
Malhar correctly?

Can I call you back in
some time? I just got back.

Talk to you later.

Alright.

I don't think anyone
is coming today either.

Here's some tea.

Then, you can teach me.

Sorry.

I have come unannounced.

I'll come later.

Wait.

The one who caused
a rift between us…

is now gone.

But we are still here.

And how will the
music of our Gharana

- fare now…
- Our Gharana?

Bikaner or Rathod, we can keep debating,
but let's save our music first.

Listen, I think of
Radhe as my son.

What he is doing in a fit of
immaturity is a different thing.

But what is right?

Us elders have to decide that.

Rajendra.

The baseless rumors
about Panditji

can only be removed
from public memory

when we come
together as a family

and reintroduce the people to
Panditji's music and greatness.

We will remind them of it.

Mohini can do this much
better than you or me.

But not by performing

- at a wedding stall. She...
- So?

So Mohini and I should
perform together.

Rajendra, this is the only
way to negate the rumors

and to save our music.

Otherwise, this


will be crushed to
death by familial feuds.

The decision…

is yours to make.

How long will you keep
crying for your masked man?

Let him stay where you left him.

Focus on this.

You're a star!

I swear to you, on my blue hair.

- Mahi sir, one selfie.
- Thank you.

My love. You are quite
the roving honeybee!

Did you sniff your way here?

Strong GPS, bro.

- Meaning?
- Stop it, punk.

As if you had no clue Tamanna
was going to perform before you.

So here I am, getting in
the way. Just like a condom.

Who is he?

- Nobody.
- Hey, nobody! Hi. I'm Kabir.

Do you sing, as well?

So now, I know all of
you want to hear Mahi.

But first, we have something
very special planned for you.

A band all the way from Kasauli.

Presenting, Royalty Free!

Focus! Come on, concentrate.

- Come on, do well.
- Mahi! Mahi!

- Calm down.
- Mahi! Mahi!

Mahi! Mahi! Mahi!

Mahi! Mahi! Mahi!

Once more! Once more! Once more!

Once more! Once more! Once more!

Mahi! Mahi! Mahi!

- Thanks.
- Mahi! Mahi!

- For what?
- Mahi! Mahi!

I know you've done
lots of major shows.

But this is my first time.

Please, I am just
a backing vocalist.

Really? You were the one
who led the band, for real.

We're here because of you!

Where are the others?

They must be around.

I am here, right?

- No. Sorry.
- And now,

- the man we all have been waiting for.
- Sorry, Ayaan.

The one and only, Mahi.

Does it feel like
it's going to rain?

- No!
- See you.

But when my brother sings

then it rains indoors too.

This particular
song was composed

by his Panditji,
Radhe Mohan Rathod.

So expect a cloudburst today!

Introducing the newest
member of Rage N Raga.

Radhe Rathod.

Masked man!

Lip-sync it.

Okay, Ankesh, let's
record this session.

My brave boy!

Ma'am! Can we take a
selfie with Royalty Free?

Yes.

- Come! Come!
- Go for a selfie.

No, no. Carry on. Take it.

Yes, Prashantji.

Get the notice off the walls.

I am not looking for a new band.

- Yes.
- Oh, my God!

I have been waiting
for you for four days.

I follow you everywhere, sir.

Beautiful song.

Huge fan, sir.

- What an amazing composition!
- Tamanna!

What are you doing here?

I'm here with RHMS.

Who goes back to
school after going pro?

Your last song was
trending, right?

But that's what gave
me a reality check.

I have to go back to
the drawing board.

This ex of yours
is the sulky type.

We will b*tch about him more!

Radhe! Have you met my friend?

- Tamanna!
- Don't go anywhere.

Lovely performance!

Ma'am, I'm a huge
fan. Please, one pic?

Bring it on then.
Give us the phone.

- Sir.
- Come on.

Yeah!

- Yeah.
- Get closer.

This little heart of mine.

Lovely.

Dimpi, let's go.
Come, come, come.

How are you?

Your performance was amazing.

It's so easy for you, isn't it?

You vanish without a trace

and reappear this way to
ask me how I am doing.

I'm sorry.

You didn't respond to
any messages or calls…

Sir, one selfie, please.

I bet you didn't
see the news either.

Then how would
you know how I am?

You are right.

I should have spoken to you.

I thought about
calling you many times.

But I couldn't do it.

Radhe, I couldn't
muster the courage.

- You know how it is!
- No, I don't.

Oh! Hi. Masked man.

Big fan! I'm Nidhi.

Tamanna's friend.

We are waiting for
you to take photos.

Come soon.

- Radhe, I am sorry.
- Go.

I am sorry for everything.

I just want to say this,

don't stress out about
lip-syncing and all that.

The biggest bands do it.

All of you think
alike, don't you?

I am happy about the fact

that at least you sang live,
even if you were in the chorus.

Don't stress about that.

I'm doing this for Gharana.