Soundtrack

Thousands arrive here to shape their destiny

But only a fortunate handful manage to make a mark.

Raunak was destiny's cursed child

But he still left a lasting impression.

You'll repent...

...you depart today...

...when will you return?

Will you return?

Listen... son, keep some change for the bus ride.

Wow... you pull some wool over the world's eye.

You can see, right?

No son... I was born blind.

I can't see, but I can see.

I always knew you'd show up someday.

I've known Raunak since he was a kid.

His father was like an elder brother to me.

He was also quite a talented musician.

He spent a lot of time in Bombay, struggling... but...

Mihika, I've come from so far to play catch with you.

Raunak, some water?

Sure but... - I'll be right back then.

Not neat... with a twist... please?

I've walked so far, I definitely want to down a Johnny Walker.

Get the ice -Not for me.

It ruins the taste of whiskey.

Hmm... it's been 20 years since I drank before lunch.

And it had to be a Kaul to come change my ways again.

It's never too late, Uncle.

Cheers. - Cheers.

Hmm... your mom knows you're here right?

Sorry?

One more...

Enough. - Last.

So, how about assisting me?

Sure thing. - Just one question, should I call you Uncle or Boss?

Here we are then, welcome to my world.

Tango Charlie

Charlie is the owner's name - And Tango?

His split personality!

You'll meet both of them very soon, come. - Come.

Conquer... conquer...

Conquer... conquer...

Conquer... conquer...

Conquer... conquer...

I used to be a DJ at Tango Charlie back then.

In a way, Raunak's journey begins there.

The winds render open many a blank pages...

...moments bitter-sweet, ripe and sour are being revealed.

Actually we bonded over music.

We'd be going on about music for hours, over drinks.

He drank a helluva lot.

The winds render open many a blank pages...

...moments bitter-sweet, ripe and sour are being revealed.

We used to commute together to and from the club.

Soon as he got home, he'd plug into his headphones

And be making music on his old computer.

I proceed to conquer time.

I proceed to conquer time.

I didn't think that we'd have a third...

...wheel with us in the band,

But he was cool.

He was that small town guy but,

He adapted, blended in.

We first met Raunak at the club, right?

Actually he dubbed us 'Tango Charlie's Angels'

The eyes seek the advent of dawn, I proceed...

My intentions yearn to taste trouble...

I liked Raunak... actually everyone liked him.

He was just this really fun, ballsy guy.

The eyes seek the advent of dawn, I proceed...

My intentions yearn to taste trouble...

Experience undermines my courage but...

Behold! My ambitions have grown wings!

Like a unique comforting whiff of air...

Like a unique comforting whiff of air...

I proceed...

...to conquer time.

Conquer... conquer...

Conquer... conquer...

Hey... hero... what are you upto up there?

Come, let's have some tea, come... come on.

Your dad also used to drink in the mornings.

He'd say, when you rise with a drink,

It's anyone's take on how high up he got in life

But he sure did manage to escape it. - Now you come down, come on.

Uncle, join me up here. - Raunak, I said get down, NOW!

Alright, fine fine...

Easy easy easy...

Don't compare me to my father, Uncle.

I'm Raunak Kaul, he was Parth Kaul.

You're still peeved at him, aren't you?

He loved his music,

So he left mom.

Fair enough.

And who am I to complain?

I did the exact same thing, didn't I?

Proved to her that I'm his son.

I left mom.

You even talk in the same phrases.

And you talk like an old man.

That I am... old. All I have are memories.

No dreams anymore. That's for you youngsters.

Spot on, Uncle. The dream is what keeps me ticking.

Easy Raunak... watch it... - The dream...

Raunak! Raunak! Raunak!

I think I should sleep off now.

Why? Already realized your dream?

That I will Uncle, take it in writing if you want.

And even your booze buddy, Parth Kaul,

Will look down from up there and say...

I should sleep off now.

Huh? - Get me off this ledge, Uncle.

Come on son, that's what I've been trying to do all along.

Come on, let's go. - Uncle, if we rise and drink, we get high.

What if we get high and drink.

Then that's where we'll end up, son. Come on.

Daddy's here now, daddy's here now...

Let's drink some scotch... drink some scotch...

Hey... what are you singing Whiskey and...

...Rye songs to my little angel for?

Here, take this.

What's this junk now?

This is Parth Kaul's treasure chest.

Some records, his recordings, demo tapes... stuff like that.

Father's? - Hmm.

What do I do with it?

Well, this is all he's left behind. Your inheritance.

Surinder Chacha, I know all his tunes inside out.

Every time he made a new tune or demo, he got it to me first.

This is useless for me.

But I thought Smriti didn't let you meet him?

We always found our ways around her.

How was your mom okay with you coming here to be a musician?

Seen me work out, Uncle?

She's just too old to match these muscles.

Like father, like son.

The singing sensation, Mak!

Makarand. He's got the voice of a...

...prophet and he fits our budget.

As in, for free!

You're such a cheapskate.

Your father respected a man's talent.

Always rewarded his musicians well.

And left me dusty tapes as inheritance.

Shall we give it a go then?

One, two, three, four.

Guyss!!!

Sir... sir... it's dawn already.

C'mon...

What a voice you have sir. Here's your fee.

Set a deadline.

I'll be back.

Raunak, where's Soni?

Where's Soni?

Shonali!

Shonali! - Get out of my way, Raunak! - Shonali!

Out of my way!

Let go! Let go!

Leave him!

The music stopped...

...so I stepped out and what do I see? Shonali -

She always had anger management issues,

Is beating the nonsense out of her boyfriend...

...in full public view. - Sonic, stop it...

stop it... bouncers... get him off. Take him in.

Man the console, get the console.

Shonali enough, enough... stop it, stop it!

Just walk outside with me... come on.

Stop it! - I'm not doing anything.

Let me go.

And then this song came on, Fakira, Fakira...

I was like, what the Fakira man!

O poor boy, it's a show, whether it's wealth or poverty.

This is the method, this is poverty...

This is poverty...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

I was there when he recorded that song and never once imagined

That it would play in a club and people would trip out on it.

What a lot of folks didn't know was that his musical knowledge

Was profound. Rock, jazz, Indian classical.

His set went on long into that night.

But I knew it right at the start, Raunak had mojo, man.

O poor boy, i'ts a show...

...whether it's wealth or poverty.

This is the method, this is poverty...

This is poverty...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove, poor boy! Groove...

Groove in esctasy...