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Sir.

The hemorrhage was very serious.

- She's lost a lot of blood... - Is my wife alive or not?

We couldn't save her.

You have a healthy son.

Jay, my son...listen.

Music is a drug.

They say those with the gift of music and rhythm

have been touched by God.

All lies.

Do you know why those crazy people like performing on stage?

Because they've become addicted to the applause.

And then,

their addiction to one drug leads to another.

Little by little, music will take everything from you.

Among all the diseases in this world,

among the most terrible addictions,

the worst of all

is music.

This is my Jay.

He's a singer-songwriter.

He sings for me.

And he's deeply in love with me.

And me?

I'm Sophia.

Today's my big day.

My charity show's big finale is about to start.

- Well, what's the plan? - It's simple.

Dancers exit from the left. The lights are off.

- Our winning designer... - Sophia Singhania.

She'll make her entry and speak.

Sophie?

She's the winner!

- She can't speak. - Meaning?

She's mute.

Her work does the talking.

Come on, guys, get ready! Three minutes. Everyone on stage.

Let's go, guys. Come on!

How shall I call you, Sophia?

What does your name mean to me?

Is it the sunlight, Sophia?

Or does your name mean the dawn?

I hear your name took time to create

It drives away the darkness

It brightens the destiny of us all

Your name...

...is like the Divine Light

When I look at you, Sophia

I have the answers to all my questions

You've stirred my heart, Sophia

Your very name... Sophia

Jay, what's up?

This whole world was created just for you, Sophia.

For you.

How blessed I am, Sophia

Now that my name is one with yours

Sophia, Sophia...

Check, check, check.

Love it!

- Sanju Singhania. - Jay. It's an honour, sir.

Sophie's Jay!

We meet finally.

Do sit.

If I knew you had so much fun here, I'd skip work and come every day.

- Any time, sir. - I mean,

all this gear belongs to you?

There's a secret behind that.

Tell me more.

"Dandiya."

No!

Every Navrati we play at "Dandiyas".

So we buy this gear playing at those shows.

Amazing!

- Have you graduated? - Yes. Some years ago, sir.

- I'm doing my Masters now. - What subject?

Music technology.

Technology? It looks like you're into it.

Music.

Sorry to disturb you.

Mr. Parekh. Four missed calls.

I gotta take this call.

We gotta hang. You and me. We gotta spend some alone time.

Take it easy. Give me that phone.

Parekh! You know I love you, baby.

Bro!

Seen the poster?

Look what I've got for you.

Whoever wins the contest gets the headlining slot.

No audition needed. Just upload a song.

- What song? - Don't you have one?

- But, which song? - Any of your songs, man.

I don't have a competition winner.

Send any song! We'll be selected.

You gotta write a 100 songs to get one good one.

You probably have a 1000!

- It's our time to shine. - Ball, please.

Hey!

Ball, please.

Thank you, Saheb-ji.

We gonna graduate. It's this first time, we must perform on stage.

I don't know, man. We may not get another chance.

Hey, Chow Mein!

Hey, Chopsticks!

What's up, Chinkers!

Thank you.

Can't you see? Come here!

Bro, send two tracks from your old album.

You gotta do something, bro. We won't get a better chance.

Listen to me...Jay, forget it!

Jay, ignore them!

Son of a...

Thanks for that, man.

Anything for you.

Then send the song.

Which song, bro?

The song you sang yesterday was cool.

That won't win.

We're far from the bustling city

Walking towards happiness

We lost our way

Treading on unknown paths

Looking for a place of light

Live life today. Who knows what tomorrow brings

Ask your heart what it desires

Ask the name of the star it seeks

Let a new story begin

Let the impossible be possible

Let life blossom

Next up, the Momos!

This new, new, ever-new...

This ever-new life

These ever-new goals

O traveller, you've grown wheels under your feet

O traveller, you can now steady your faltering steps

Don't get lost in the crowd. Come, lead the way

You're a fire that can't turn to ash

This new, new, ever-new...

This ever-new life

These ever-new goals

My heart dances with joy

My words come straight from my heart

My heart dances with joy

My words come straight from my heart

The new day is here

What you have...

...is soon gone

I gave my heart

O sweetheart

Let me hear you today

Tell me

The world is ours

And Time is ours

My father was right.

There's no drug like applause.

Try other drugs too!

You're a rock star, man.

A photo then!

- Where's your family? - Right here.

Come. Let's go do this.

Mr Singhania, smile, please.

Oh man!

I had no idea you're such a rock star.

I love it. I'm blown away.

This weekend...I'm having guests.

I want you to be there.

You'll be my guest of honour.

You'll be the man of the moment.

We'll party.

She's waiting for you. Go on.

Get out of here!

Your story has always seemed strange to me.

There's no need for that.

You could've died last night.

You know that?

I had a feeling I should keep this safely.

You have a very interesting story.

O soulmate of mine, you glow...

...with myriad colours

O soulmate of mine

Desires have myriad hues

Loving you is full of wondrous colour

- He'll inherit Singhania's empire. - He's cute!

O soulmate of mine, you're my whole world

O soulmate of mine

You're the reason behind everything I do

O soulmate of mine, you're so innocent

O soulmate of mine, you're without compare

If only this moment would stay frozen in time

O soulmate of mine, you glow with myriad colours

You're my whole world

Jay, come over for a second.

I'd like you to meet the Hon. Chief Minister, Mr Prabhakar.

I'd like to call you a friend.

He's very keen to get to know you.

Nice to meet you.

The song you just sang started with a fugue?

You know classical music, sir?

I initiated the classical music courses at Delhi University.

I especially like fugues that have feeling.

I'm glad you liked my song, sir.

When did I say I liked it?

Music either has truth or it doesn't.

Your music is good, it'll have truth someday.

Good luck!

- A drink? - I don't drink, sir.

You must be the only rock star who doesn't. Amazing!

Cheers!

So...

You love Sophie.

Very much.

What will you do with this love?

With your permission, I'd like to marry her.

How easy it is for the unmarried to say they want to marry.

That's wild!

- I really want to, sir. - No, no, of course. I don't doubt you.

Sophie would've thought carefully before choosing you.

She may be unable to speak, but she understands everything.

She knows why I asked you to come here.

I want to give India a new method of listening to music.

I want to start an AI streaming service

that goes into your phone, into your tablet, into your computer,

into your mind.

But I need someone

who'll head the service.

And that person is you.

Together we'll make it happen.

I'm totally convinced.

I want you.

It'd be an honour, sir.

You're practically family.

Come on! Who else was I going to ask?

But, sir, with all due respect,

I want to do something else.

Like what?

Music.

This is music!

I don't want to work in the music business.

It's all music - all connected with music.

I want to be a musician, sir.

Sing my own songs, sir. And write lyrics.

But what work will you do?

Just that, sir.

I've always dreamt that Sophie and I

would go on tour.

I'll write songs, perform live gigs.

She'll carry on with her fashion, art and dance.

We just want to travel for a while.

Explore ourselves. Find ourselves.

There's something between us, sir.

Oh! It's magic.

- You feel like it's magic! - It's something magical.

You know what I mean.

Like a fairytale,

you'll walk into the sunset.

Hand-in-hand.

Come on!

Look around you.

Look where you're sitting.

I've toiled to get to this position.

And raised Sophie with great care.

Why should I give my daughter's hand to some struggling artist?

I promise you, sir. I'll make Sophie very happy.

How?

By performing at festivals?

Have you any idea how much the families of artists

have to struggle, all in the name of art?

Because you artists can only love yourselves.

Sir, I believe music can change lives.

Just one song... can change the whole world.

One song can change the world?

And drum roll!

You have that song!

You've written that song.

I'm in the presence of true art.

Let me hear it.

Let me hear it.

Hit me, come on! I want to hear it.

Where is this song?

I'm all ears, baby. I'm all ears.

Do you have a song like that?

I'll tell you.

You want to be a musician.

Compose music first.

Why one song? Compose a 100 songs.

Then we'll see

if your song can change the world or not.

Till then, don't even think about Sophie.

That's my offer.

Do you love Sophie deeply enough?

100 songs!

I've raised Sophie with great care.

Why should I give my daughter's hand to some struggling artist?

Because you artists can only love yourselves.

Do you have a song like that?

A song that can change the world?

Do you have one?

Till then, don't even think about Sophie.

Music has ruined our family.

Why only one song?

Compose a 100 songs.

Go inside. Choose your birthday present.

Where did you find this, son?

Make the bill.

- Where did you find this? - At the back of the shop.

Really?

I'm glad you found the guitar, son.

I don't want it.

The strings are free.

All packed for you.

I told you I don't want it.

It's not for you. The boy wants it. It's a child's guitar.

It's the last one we have. He found it.

I said no.

Selling this guitar won't pay my bills.

The boy likes it.

So, 20% discount. That's it.

He talked like my father.

You love Sophie, don't you?

Just go away with her. Why talk to him?

- No. - It's the 21st century, bro.

Maybe even the 22nd!

I won't.

So, you'll write the songs?

A hundred songs?

If you're sure,

then come with me.

Where to?

Shillong, bro.

Best place on earth.

Especially to write songs.

You were made for Shillong.

We'll record a hundred songs and throw them in his face.

Well?

I've hidden a tune for you in this tiny box.

Whenever you hear it,

you will know

the music that's inside of me

that music is you.

Don't ask me why I'm going away.

But I will come back for you.

And if I fail,

then I'm unworthy of you.

If I can no longer see you

It would undo my heart

Undo my heart

If I can no longer see you

It would undo my heart

Undo my heart

Whenever I think of you, my love

My heart fills with sadness, my love

May you never forget me, my love

O my love

All peace of mind comes only from you

My obsession is you, only you

My longing is for you, only you

Without you, I am nothing

O benevolent one

I have lost my heart to you

If I can no longer see you

It would undo my heart

Undo my heart

O benevolent one, let me go

I have lost my heart to you, so be it

The world felt like a lonely wilderness

You gave my heart a home

But without you, my love

What is this world?

Emily!

Esther!

Uncle Kong!

Grandma!

Is today Sunday?

Your hair! Sister Pauline is here!

Welcome home!

Christopher, Daphne, Emily, Esther.

Emilia and my Pops.

This is the weirdo.

And the alpha of the house, Grandma.

God bless you.

Thank you.

My cute mom. She's the source of all the cuteness in the world.

Hello.

And this is Humpy.

Humpy? How come?

You'll soon find out.

Uncle Kong has 7 kids.

One in process.

They're aiming for an octave!

Yeah! This is my family.

And you guys... Jay.

Amen.

Tell us that story.

I have an embarrassing Polo story.

No, not right now.

What's on the T-shirt? Jimi...?

- Hendrix? - Is there another Jimi?

Do you know Hendrix?

Who doesn't?

Sing me a Hendrix song.

Which one do you know, Polo?

Who doesn't know Hendrix!

Was he a leftie? Or a right-handed guitarist?

All guitarists are right!

- He was a leftie. - Everyone knows that except you.

Wearing that T-shirt doesn't make you Hendrix. Get it?

I know, Dad. That's why I'm a drummer.

Right?

- Why didn't you tell me? - What?

About your home

and your family.

Insane, bro!

They're all musicians. Sure they're insane.

You're just like them!

I know.

You're very lucky.

Humpy!

I'm off. You know your room?

Hey, Polo.

Thanks, buddy.

Eat my shorts!

Why only one song?

Compose a 100 songs.

Till then don't even think of Sophie.

As time passed

Jay began writing songs.

And slowly

Shillong grew on him.

With each passing day,

song by song, we were getting closer to being together.

But then, all of a sudden his inspiration dried up.

That's when his life took a new turn.

- Where are we going? - Just come.

Polo!

Chandi?

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you.

- You are...? - Jay.

Jay, welcome to Shillong, bro.

Bijoy! Drummer.

Piano.

You're the Momos?

You guys are good.

But good enough or not is for her to decide.

That's how she rolls.

Good luck, guys.

Let's check the gear.

Ladies and gentlemen,

give it up for Sheila, the jazz queen of Shillong.

How do I describe...

...our mad, fleeting love story?

Built on promises of forever

Then one day she reappeared

Left me for dead

Now let me finish my story

If you don't love me

I'll put a bullet through your heart

If you don't love me

Go to sleep, the night has fallen

If you won't be my lover, be my prey

Be my pretext to be happy again

Listen to me, my sweetheart

Watch out! Or I'll put a bullet through your heart

Go to sleep, the night has fallen

Hear that applause?

Hey, Piano!

She's calling you.

You have a cell phone? Put it on silent.

My phone is on silent.

So?

Won't she call me next?

Kids, man!

So you're the one in search of a hundred songs?

- You know about that? - Sit!

Everyone in Shillong knows.

Drink?

I don't drink.

And thank you for letting me

play in your band.

- You still here? - I'm waiting.

Go home.

He'll be out when he's written a hundred songs.

Do you play classical music?

For those unfamiliar with it, yes.

But I've never had the guts to play for those who know classical music.

Classical music is for people who like rules.

Jazz is for the living. The fearless.

You want to be a composer?

Yes.

Where did you learn music?

Farrukh, where the hell are you?

Timing is the mark of a good piano tuner.

Hey, come here!

Your father forbade you coming here.

Shall I call him now?

Remember what happened the other day?

- But I'm a customer. - Customer? What do you want to buy?

How many music lessons a month?

- Five. - How long is each lesson?

An hour.

What's this?

Fees for five minutes.

Please ask him to teach me.

Go on!

Daddy says music is a bad thing.

I must stay away from it.

Have you met Rahul?

I've been teaching him since he was ten.

He's blind.

But he's got wings.

In life, feeling is more important than merely seeing.

That's what music teaches us.

I'm off.

Tanay is waiting for me.

- Where are you going? - Basketball practice.

So early?

There's a tournament.

What time did they call John?

John's a lazy guy.

- Good morning. - Morning, Pops.

"Aberrant?" What's that?

A band in Shillong, Pops.

- You know Imti? - Which Imti?

Pops, why must you always pick on me?

Lona's there. So's Jay.

Lona's been practicing all morning.

And your friend Jay?

He's gone to the jazz club.

What were you doing? Sleeping!

Jay's at Red Mascara?

Yes, you were asleep. Go back to sleep.

This is my father's collection.

Gershwin, Miller, Peterson.

The secrets of many jazz greats are hidden here.

Come here any time you want.

One song?

Compose a 100 songs.

Hundred songs!

What's the key?

E-flat major.

Re-harmonise. Opening in E-flat. 1625, now B-flat.

- Now what can you add to it? - C-7 flat 9.

- F minor? - 7.

- B-flat? - 7.

- Or? - E-flat 9.

So play the octaves by the end, full spread chords.

Double melody with your left hand. G-flat diminished, B diminished.

G-flat with an F in the bass or F minor 7?

Tritone substitute B7 with a...

A sharp...9?

Now that's how you turn on a woman.

Play it!

I'm listening.

Jay misses you a lot, too.

Sophie, don't cry now.

Tell you what. Come here.

Come on Sunday. I'm here and so is Jay.

When you come to Shillong, you'll meet the whole gang, Humpy, Pops.

Just come.

Everything will be fine.

Polo!

OK, Sophie,

I'll call you later.

Pops, where's the drum key?

In the blue box.

You OK, you rascal?

You're mad at me?

That was last week.

I just don't care anymore.

By the way, Sophie misses you a lot.

I miss her too.

Is that why you're not taking her calls?

You know I'm busy.

Yeah, you are.

With Sheila.

Meaning?

I don't know the ways of the world.

But it's clear as day.

Y'know something?

Forget it.

Will someone tell me?

How this heart of mine...

...can find you again?

Darling, come back to me

I'll put the past behind us

The power of love forgives bygone sorrows

Come, let's walk together again...

...grasping the hand of the wind

Let's fly far away from troubled cities

If you don't love me

I'll put a bullet through your heart

Go to sleep, the night has fallen

You've been practicing, eh?

My playing was anger,

yours was talent.

You've become a jazz drummer.

A jazz drummer?

You clown!

You OK, you rascal?

What's up?

Where are you going?

Polo!

Janice, Jay.

Show!

You're getting married?

What a gig! That was some insane playing.

- Polo's getting married. - Another one bites the dust, bro!

I'm so happy for you.

Group hug, guys!

Where's Sheila?

It'll get late so we'll crash at Janice's.

Hey, Polo!

I'll call you back.

When did you get here?

You didn't come and see us. Everyone was asking after you.

- All good? - Same old stuff, man.

Same old.

Let's party tonight.

Janice, let's go. It's late.

Don't be late. Be sure to drag Polo along with you. OK, bye.

Polo.

What are you doing here?

Looking for you.

So this is where you hang out.

You're getting married.

Oh, man!

- Miss you, bro. - Same here.

Check this guy.

Come here.

- Come here! - What's wrong, sir?

Shut up and come here.

Put your hands up! What's that?

- A wallet, sir. - Turn!

Check him.

You too!

Quick!

Put your hands up.

What's in here?

A phone, sir.

- Come on, move it. - Move.

Come here. Quick!

They're clean.

Want it back?

So you want it back?

Take him away!

Polo!

Polo!

Keep moving.

Get him here.

You know him?

No, sir.

And him?

An old friend.

Friend? You make friends like these?

OK. Get going!

Go! Take him too.

Sheila-ji.

The police were here.

Really?

Party's cancelled.

Everyone's gone home.

Do you want to...stay for coffee?

In such situations...

...coffee doesn't really mean coffee.

I really need some coffee. I need to sober up.

So you can drink again?

Exactly!

We've been here for two hours. Let us go home.

Hey, honey.

Something's happened. I want you to sit down.

Get her bag.

Sit down.

Take a deep breath.

Chandi, where are you?

Who's at the club?

I know Jay's there. But he's not picking up.

Hey, you! Come here.

Your name is Polo, right?

Something's happened to your friend.

I hate it when I'm right

about everything that's wrong.

Aaron.

I hate to be the one to say I told you so.

Distances should never be trusted.

They often lead to the worst mistakes.

Only one?

Is he conscious?

No, sir. He's high.

Want more drugs?

Music is a religion in Shillong.

There's no place for a man like you.

There was something between us once.

But now,

Only silence remains.

Methamphetamine.

Know what that is?

Crystal meth. Heard of it?

There was so much meth in your friend's blood,

forget driving,

he shouldn't have been let out of the house.

- And driving with Sheila. - Jay isn't like that. He's clean.

So this report is wrong?

How did crystal meth get into his blood?

Because of me.

Hey, Polo!

Let's party.

- We're doing just that. - Partying?

You're getting married, bro.

I'm talking LSD and...

I've got a surprise for you.

What's up?

Remember him?

Hand it over!

Welcome to Shillong, Polo!

It's strong. Go easy.

Polo!

Turn around.

Do you want to stay for coffee?

Chandi, where are you?

Jay's not picking up.

You should be ashamed of yourself.

You've poisoned your own brother.

Know the effects of such a high dose?

Psychosis.

Seizures.

Brain hemorrhage.

I can't help him.

Please, sir.

Please.

There's one option.

We could declare him an addict.

He'll be sent to rehab.

He'd have to serve the full term and undergo treatment.

Rehab is better than jail.

I'll get you a lawyer. I hope you can afford him.

I can't believe you're Khagen's son.

We treat many addicts here.

The patient is on his way to room 208.

We understand addiction is not merely substance abuse,

it's an illness.

The visitors' form. You'll get a date to see him.

The canteen closes at 7.30pm.

No sleeping on the premises.

Why me? Why?

What have I done?

What have I done?

Why am I here?

Tell me what I've done!

Lovers must endure this test

The reward is love, darling

Without you, laughter is wasted

Burning helplessly...

...is a voiceless volcano

A benevolent volcano

Love has turned her head.

Keep an eye on her. Keep her busy.

Got it.

I know yet I do not know

Your absence is all I know

Why do rivers of light flow in my path?

Why does darkness hold me in its embrace?

You know...

You should know

The anguish of separation

A voiceless volcano

A benevolent volcano

A voiceless volcano

My world is on fire

Without you, I burn

You're far away yet so close

Though we're far apart, your memories burn like a volcano

A voiceless volcano

A benevolent volcano

I know.

I've been watching you.

When a wedding band goes by you run to the window,

or when you hear a flute seller.

You listen on the sly to our neighbours chanting prayers.

How many times have I told you?

You got a beating last time, remember?

You liked it? Me neither. So why do you still do it?

Music has ruined our family.

It's taken everything from us.

Don't make the same mistake I made.

Stay away from it.

Promise?

I cancelled my wedding.

I had no idea things would turn so bad.

- I know it was all my fault. - No.

It's not your fault. It's mine.

I was warned

by my father.

But,

I was deceitful.

I learned music in secret. On the sly.

Look where it's got me.

It is an addiction.

Father used to call music "a drug".

Now, look. They're trying to cure my addiction.

Father was right.

I wasn't made for music.

Music is not for me.

Don't say that.

I've spoken to the judges.

The band members have vouched for you.

It'll be fine.

In every person's life, there is something

that can become the purpose of their lives.

Sometimes that thing is not what one needs,

but what one desires.

There was once a saint.

They say he fell in love with a courtesan.

But the courtesan spurned him.

She said: "Why live in the confined cage of desire?

"If you wish, you can fly in the open skies

"You can reach the highest peaks that we were born to touch."

He wept profusely.

He put his eyes out.

And his love turned to devotion.

It turned into a thousand songs and poems.

The path of Truth is strewn with obstacles.

But no matter how hard it is, we must walk that path.

We must make a fresh start.

Because life and death,

and the afterlife all depend on one thing

that we awaken the light within us.

Sophie!

Sophie!

You're welcome!

A voiceless volcano

My world is on fire

Without you, I burn

You're far away yet so close

Today I feel like screaming my lungs out at death.

How close death feels to me.

Only it can heal my wounds.

How is it possible?

Is this really my Jay?

This is not Jay.

This is not Jay.

He threw it all away.

His dreams.

His future.

His songs.

My songs.

Everything.

There was nothing left in him.

Not even life.

You have a very interesting story.

You were in search of a hundred songs, but slipped into an abyss.

But you're lucky you still have those songs inside you.

I'm empty inside.

A song can never be separated from its creator.

Music has greater strength than words and thoughts.

Music is the last bit of magic left in this world.

Do you believe in magic?

I've waited years for this moment.

Your mother.

She's your mother.

She loved you even before you were born.

But the poor woman could never tell you.

She had a beautiful voice.

Make my life complete

Your father fell in love the moment he heard her sing.

Make my life complete

I can no longer wait

But he was already engaged

to his boss's daughter.

Sai, come...

...fulfil my dreams

Make my life complete

I can no longer wait

Sai, You are my guide

You are the meaning of my dreams

You belong to God. And God belongs to You

O Lord of Shirdi

You are my benefactor

When his fiancée discovered your father loved another,

she could not bear it.

I see Your face in every face

Unveil the Divine for us all

Come, restore our shattered lives today, Sai

While your mother's success was scaling new heights,

your father's business was collapsing.

You are the meaning of my dreams

Sai, come, fulfil my dreams

Your daughter sings so well.

Resentment slowly grew in your father's heart.

He became jealous of your mother.

You belong to God. And God belongs to you.

Congratulations. Great news!

She needs to rest.

No more shows from now.

He forbade her from singing.

You look lovely. Stay well.

The President's office called. They've invited her to sing.

Then decline.

No point asking.

Soon enough he imposed his will on her.

He became filled with bitterness.

He was under the illusion that music had caused his ruin.

Your mother gave up singing.

But sometimes she'd sing to you.

May you sound like Lord Krishna's flute

May you move us like a song of prayer

May you lace the words of the Guru

She sang hoping you would remember the tune.

Are you a sweet Holy Verse?

You are my moon

You are my beloved song

May you be the most tuneful...

You have no respect for me.

I asked for only one thing.

Why?

How dare you sing!

I forbade you.

There'll be no singing in this house.

It stops now!

No more music!

As soon as you were born, your father banished me.

But I promised your mother

that I'd always watch over you.

Look.

You can still see her fingers playing a tune.

You have your mother's eyes.

It feels as though she's here, in front of me.

Is everything in order?

And now?

There's a tune in my mind.

Can I finish it?

Now?

Here?

Yes?

I have something for Ricky.

He's on air.

Your name?

He'll understand.

- Are you his friend? - An old friend.

- Mahesh! - Yes, sir?

Where did this come from?

- Someone left it here. - Who did?

He said he was your friend.

And welcome to "Roll with...

Ricky!"

We play India's superhit songs for you.

But today's different.

An envelope with a pen drive arrived at my studio.

It had only one song on it.

And no composer's name.

Just one song.

Hey, listeners!

Get ready to get your mind blown away!

O lover, when you gave your heart away...

...was it only to seek another's heart in return?

Did you drink holy water hoping to encounter celestial beauties?

Turn it up.

What holy water was that, O thirsty one?

The life you've lived - is it worthy of the gift of life, my friend?

You lived a life of avarice. Is that a worthy life?

You pray to the Almighty only for your own needs

What prayer was that, O spiritual one?

Destroying faith, you built a palace in its place

What did you build, O craftsman?

The life you've lived - is it worthy of the gift of life, my friend?

That's Jay!

You lived a life of avarice. Is that a worthy life?

No one knows how Ricky got this song.

No one, not even Ricky, knows who composed it.

Some talk of God, others talk of love

Yet none have spoken of a nurturing mother

Neither sang Kabir, nor spoke Bulleh

But without a mother, you are without God

The life you've lived - is it worthy of the gift of life?

You lived a life of avarice. Is that a worthy life?

As far back as he could remember...

...his mind had been haunted by a tune.

Your mother gave up singing.

Sometimes she'd sing you a song.

Hoping that you would remember the tune.

O Ma...

How do I describe you?

How do I repay my many debts to you?

Words fail to express what you have given me

For your blessings...

...I could give up my life

Your dreams...

...beat in my heart

O Ma...

God's blessings shower on me through you

O lover, when you gave your heart away...

...was it only to seek another's heart in return?

Did you drink holy water hoping to encounter celestial beauties?

What holy water was that, O thirsty one?

The life you've lived - is it worthy of the gift of life, my friend?

You lived a life of avarice. Is that a worthy life?

Prabhakar sir, ready when you are.

This morning Chief Minister Prabhakar posted a link on-line

with the names of many eminent personalities.

Some involved in corruption, others who sell illegal weapons.

Offenders from the past 20 years are named.

The list includes 115 MLA, 55 CMs and oil company directors.

Their contracts and emails have been posted on-line.

I should've died in that car crash.

But even death spurned me.

Just that one song kept playing in my head.

"A life of avarice. Is that a worthy life?"

A song?

It changed me.

And only a song can do that.

That's why countries have a national anthem, not a national speech.

Only music has that power.

What have you done, Prabhakar?

Music is either truthful or not.

Your music is good, it'll have truth some day.

And this song had that truth?

It showed me what truth is.

It changed my whole world.

And now, news from India.

A song is at the heart of a revolution.

A song by an anonymous composer has brought change in the world.

He craved neither applause nor fame.

Nor was he filled with self-love.

Nor was he proud of having written a 100 songs.

All he wanted was to return home.

Because his true home was music.

And in music,

he'd be forever protected.

As far as he could remember, he was haunted by a tune.

An untouched, unspoken light

that tore through all the darkness.