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Panditji, I unintentionally switched to falsetto.

I apologize.

Don't come back.

This place is for worshiping music.

But if this is just another hobby for you

then we don't need you.

We'll go see Dr. Awasthi tomorrow morning.

No need.

Did Radhe have breakfast?

No, he's practicing on the terrace.

I guess he won't give up so easily.

He is not ready yet.

But he is talented.

I don't doubt his talent.

But he has no focus.

Even with his exams around the bend, he practices eight hours every day.

Well, he didn't practice enough.

Sister-in-law, pass me the pudding.

No one would want to see Radhe succeed more than me.

But I can't be lenient with him because he's my grandson.

Please don't expect that from me.

I am already a hopeless case.

But Radhe is his favorite.

He is looking for a successor in him

that's why he's so strict with him.

And whenever Panditji's been so fond of someone

he doesn't stop until his life's completely destroyed.

Look...

Tamanna's Yolo Jeelo takes me to another place.

Like it's playing now in My Cafe.

So I am going to another cafe.

Enough.

Lights on. Projector off.

Where is she?

I'll just check.

Yeah... how far out are you?

Pretty close?

The sea link?

Just a little further.

Oh... the highway.

Actually Arghya, I am in Jodhpur.

Okay...

I'll just... She is just...

What the fuck...

Calm down, Arghya.

Don't fucking tell me to calm down.

You fuck things up and then you screw people up as you own them.

Listen people at JP are panicking.

They are panicking! We need to do some serious damage control.

You've gone off to Jodhpur to fuck a camel.

I was suffocating, Arghya. I needed a change of scene.

I just needed to get out of there.

You don't understand, Tamanna. You have the most coveted contract with JP

because I fought tooth and nail for you.

These fucker sitting inside, they think you're a fucking flash in the pan.

Don't be so pessimistic, Arghya.

It's been only 24 hours, the song will pick up.

And 24 hours is enough for it to flop as well.

They are considering canceling your contract.

How the fuck can you say that, Arghya?

You know I fucking worked my balls off for this.

The deal was for three hits, darling.

Fuck!

Oh my, God.

Arghya, listen.

Give me two weeks time.

And I'll give you a song that will shut everyone up.

Stop shooting your mouth off and you come and fucking face the fire.

I know what's going to happen down there.

First, they will read my trolls then re-strategize

then hire a research team.

Which is not going to be productive, and you know that, Arghya

Please buy me two weeks.

Why do I fucking...

-You've made my life hell. -Yes.

I love you.

Fuck you.

Radhe.

Look... Chatarbhuj's famous sweets.

Piping hot.

Have some.

I am really happy today, son.

You are going to be the first person from the Rathore family to graduate.

I... already spoken for your job with the manager.

He couldn't believe that someone from the Rathore family would know accounting.

Papa, I...

I don't want to be an accountant.

I want to make music my career.

I want to be a great musician like Panditji.

Don't be crazy.

You haven't been through the sacred ritual either.

Exactly.

That's why I need to dedicate more time for practice.

I was only 16 when my sacred thread ceremony was performed.

Even the weakest pupils became masters.

But I kept waiting for Panditji's acclaim.

For 30 years I practiced every day with the hope

that someday he will make me his successor.

I understand your pain, father.

But I cannot give up without trying.

It's been three months since your grandpa stopped receiving his pension.

-Why? -Just like that.

Does he know?

No. Because he will be hurt if he finds out, son.

I've been running around from pillar to post for three months.

Without his pension, we can hardly make our ends meet.

And you know Panditji pretty well.

He won't do corporate shows or sing for movies.

We get a handful of students

but he keeps throwing them out over every trivial issue.

Son...

Son... this family needs your help.

The song flopped.

Have I been a fluke?

I am so confused I feel like shit.

Hey, come on. Don't say such things.

Are you gone mad?

-Everything is going to be okay. -Nothing is going to be okay, Dad.

I've gone and made things worse for myself.

I promised Arghya a hit song in two weeks.

And I am out of ideas.

How can I possibly do this?

And...

they might cancel my contract.

You know, I am so close to living my dream of singing with Queen Ellie.

I can't fail right now.

I just can't...

I don't know what to do. I just...

I am very lost.

But as you always say...

It's a crisis that fuels an artist.

Crisis won't do it, Dad.

I need nothing short of a miracle.

You know what!

What you need is a concert.

Bad idea.

I don't have the time for a concert.

I need to get over this creative block and crack the song.

But that's what the concert will help you do.

-How? -Well...

cooped up in your studios with those machines you can only make songs

but not get inspired.

Come on, you're a people's person.

Go out, connect with the people.

And make your song.

Yolo Jeelo!

It's a terrible idea coming back home.

But how will we arrange a concert in Jodhpur?

I know a guy.

He's the General Secretary of Jodhpur College.

He knows everyone in the city.

He will handle everything.

He is well-connected.

Panditji.

Wait. Where are you going?

What happened?

What happened? We hit the jackpot.

Your bro is organizing Tamanna's concert.

-Tamanna who? -Bloody...

She's got more followers on YouTube than your chest hair.

Listen...

The kids are handling everything here.

Let's go to Sardar Market.

We'll sell some passes to the tourists as well.

-Count me out. -Oh come'on.

-If you don't practice one day... -It's not the practice...

I got a job.

Seriously?

But why bother getting a job?

Leave it, I'll tell you some other time.

See you later. I am getting late now.

So no more music?

Why are you upset?

You should go and speak to Panditji that you don't wish to do a job.

Dad is in need of money, Kabir.

We cannot discuss this with Panditji.

Why are you'll so scared of him?

Not scared. We all respect him.

Look around.

In the world full of Whatsapp and memes...

Panditji is rehearsing one raag since past 18 years.

Since past 25 years, he is Jodhpur's Sangeet Samrat.

And when he sings

His Highness also folds his hand.

He also gave up on Padma Shri Award.

You know why?

Because he would have missed three days

of his practicing, if he would have been in Delhi.

Such an ass...

Isn't it stupid?

Leave. You won't get it.

I need this kind of dedication and focus in my singing.

Even if I can be his 10 percent, it's enough for me.

I am just waiting for my sacred thread ceremony.

What? What...?

Sacred thread ceremony.

In classical singing

a teacher ties a sacred thread to his most intelligent student.

Like... a black belt in Karate. Similarly.

And this student is taught special raag

and techniques sung by his families

But... Panditji, in past 40 years has tied sacred thread to only seven people.

Bro, to tie this sacred thread in hand, you will screw your life

Listen to me.

I know a coordinator of Indian idol. Try there.

You sing well and will earn more.

You'll become famous.

And will have so may girls around.

Fuck! Problem solved.

I am such a genius.

Sister-in-law, phone.

Hello.

I've told you a dozen times please don't call at home.

I understand, but you should understand my problem too.

I'll see you tomorrow.

I'll come down and meet the bank manager.

Who was that?

It was one of those spam calls.

Telling you to buy insurance, credit card. I'll disconnect this line soon.

The pipe at the back is leaking.

I've been telling you to call a plumber.

Who needs a plumber when we have him?

He is always full of bright ideas.

He'll manage that too.

You are very fortunate, son.

This is a very responsible job.

All you got to do is make entries all day

and give an account in the evening.

That's your desk.

You'll get food and tea.

What else can you ask for?

Mousin, come here son.

Fetch a uniform of his size.

Okay.

Go son, start your work.

Radhe... why did you stop attending classes?

You were singing pretty well.

Mom wants to speak to you.

I am not in the mood to get lectured about my mediocrity, Dad.

Actually, she is not in the studio...

Sir, you arrived at the right time.

He just finished praying.

-Is Panditji at home. -Where else would he be?

The Lord in his abode, and Panditji in his home.

Come.

Greetings.

Greetings.

Greetings, Panditji.

His Highness invites you to Sangeet Samrat. Please accept this invitation.

Sir... greetings.

Tamanna's concert has already begun, what are you waiting for?

Come on.

Who is she, son?

She is a great person.

She has many followers.

She will fulfill all your wishes.

Son, you will have to fill in for me.

As you can see how busy I am.

Sir...

I'll take him along.

Just give him 101 rupees, and he will fill in for you.

This is okay.

Come on.

-Here you go. -Okay.

Don't forget to bring back offerings for me.

Let me check if anyone else wants to go too.

Hurry up.

Your brother to the rescue from this boring job.

I am not going anywhere.

Even your angels are coming with me.

This is your chance of a lifetime to experience the best in music.

Music.

You call this music.

This is just noise.

Dressing in skimpy clothes, and yelling

over a loudspeaker doesn't make anyone singer.

Even a dog barking in his own alley doesn't become a lion.

How many concert have you attended?

Stop being ignorant and arrogant.

And go take a look at what's going on in the world.

What you call noise

people are willing to pay a hand and limb for the passes.

Just come down once and hear her.

She sings much better than you.

You will be shocked to hear her.

You look like a bloody watchman.

I've to attend the fucking concert. Who the fuck are you guys?

-We cannot allow you. -I've to go.

Paddu! Oh My God. Let her come.

Tammy...

-Hello. -Welcome. Welcome.

-Hi, Uncle. -Hi...

What are you doing here?

Uncle, I've never missed any of her concerts, so why start now?

But this was on such short notice.

How did you find out?

Your phone's been tapped since class six.

I had to tell you something very important.

What?

I am getting married.

-Wow... -Congratulations.

Thank you.

I am getting married to Sanju.

He is my boyfriend Alejandro.

Hello.

He's flying back to Spain next week I'll tell him then.

Ladies and Gentlemen...

Let me hear some noise for the Blue Bandit.

The one and only Tamanna Sharma!

I love you all!

Isn't Radhe around?

No, he hasn't returned from the palace yet.

Did he willingly take up this job?

Is anyone free in this house to do what they want?

Please bring some more vegetables.

Excuse me.

Myself JJ.

Jodhpur Joshilay.

-You sing pretty well. -Thank you.

I own the biggest wedding band in this city.

And we're looking for a female singer for our band.

Thank you. I'll think about it.

There's a wedding on the 26th.

I hope you will let me know before that.

JTJ.

Jodhpur Joshilay...

Kabir, what a concert you organized.

I am already flooded with offers.

JJ that bloody fucker.

I informed the guards...

Who is your sexy friend?

Right.

Yeah, he's my friend...

-Tamanna ma'am, autograph, please. -It's okay.

Sangeetha, why are people disturbing the tent?

My hero.

There you go.

-Thank you, ma'am. -Welcome.

You were asked to hold it and not press it hard.

Firm grip.

I like that.

Tamanna.

Radhe.

He's an awesome singer.

Really?

Sing something... Radhe.

He cannot sing.

He's an awesome singer, but cannot sing?

Oh... I guess he sings in his mind.

No, I cannot sing out here.

Why?

His grandfather is a great musician.

What?

The best singer in the city.

So these classical singers are very traditional.

They are very selective about the space, mood, etc...

-Oh... -Classical music.

Thank God he isn't singing.

Otherwise, he will scare away this foreigner.

Alejandro, I'll explain.

You know Indian Classical music.

It sounds like... someone's strangling a goat.

Try...

Like this...

It's gargling with your balls in your mouth.

Disgusting.

Radhe.

He sings quite well.

Hey... you know I've been stalking you since yesterday.

What?

I found out about your history, geography, biography, from Kabir.

You, my friend, are a music prodigy.

Please, just leave.

Listen, I know you are upset. And I am sorry.

I know we got off on the wrong foot but I was just having some fun.

But when I heard you sing,

I was like wow... This guy is like a male Lata Mangeshkar.

Look, you're awesome, I am awesome.

So you will sing with me for my next song.

I cannot sing.

Why?

Scared of your grandfather?

No. Because I am a musician.

Oh... and what am I?

You are an electrician.

Looks like the stalking wasn't one way.

By the way, are you allowed to use the internet at home?

Please...

Well, at least I get to sing.

While you are arranging pillows out here.

Mr. Musician...

My time will come.

Your time is now Radhe.

Who is that guy?

Get up. Get up.

I said get up.

Hi guys, what's up everybody?

I am so sorry, I haven't come live in so long...

But I had to show you this beautiful location.

I am in this gorgeous palace.

#Jodhpur #classicalmusic

Because today interestingly they have this amazing event

called the Sangeet Samrat.

But look at them...

Look at the musicians, how beautiful they dress.

It's so colorful, their attire.

-Everybody, say Hi to my fans. -Hi!

They are so sweet and I am so excited.

Basically, Sangeet Samrat means...

it translates into the king of music.

So I find that a little presumptuous because we all know who that is.

It's... It's Michael Jackson.

Excuse me. Can you sit up there? Please.

-Okay, no problem. -Thank you.

Such a darling.

Hey... Hi!

Cheap seats.

But... better view.

What are you doing? Why are you...

Ladies and gentlemen.

Let's begin today's program with His Highness' permission.

As you all know that this kingdom has always had a tradition.

The best singer is awarded the title of Sangeet Samrat.

And for the last 25 years, Pandit Radhe Mohan Rathore

has been winning this title.

With utmost honor.

So before I invite him on stage

as per tradition, I would like to ask is there anyone among us

who would like to challenge him this year?

Will you go or should I?

Anyone?

Anyone?

Don't be crazy.

With His Highness' permission, I would like to invite on stage

the exemplary singer of this kingdom.

Sangeet Samrat Pandit Radhe Mohan Rathore.

That is legit. That's so legit.

Amazing.

Look, son, it's been our tradition to feed our guests.

Yes.

Please help yourself.

Let's go to His Highness.

Hey...

Can I please borrow him?

Of course.

Go on, son.

Go.

Come here.

His Highness is this way.

Radhe. That was amazing.

I've never heard anything like this all my life.

You know I can't get over how pitch-perfect your grandfather was.

In a live performance.

I guess he even coughs in rhythm.

Felt like there's a natural auto-tune already fitted in him.

He is not a low-grade singer who needs auto-tune.

Sorry... Sorry... Sorry...

-I didn't mean that. -Relax.

I am not as sensitive as you are.

Listen, Radhe.

Don't waste your talent.

You can't just wait for things to happen to you.

Radhe.

Radhe.

Yes.

Call me.

Greetings, your Highness.

Amazing, Panditji.

What else can I say...

What gift can I shower you with?

What can one king give another?

Just an embrace.

I am just the caretaker of an erstwhile kingdom.

You're the king of the magnanimous world of music.

He is my grandson, Radhe.

My manager was telling me.

He is doing good work in the palace.

But not from tomorrow.

Tomorrow morning I'll tie him the sacred thread.

Please bless him.

First your Guru.