Rockstar Page #4

If there's nothing, why

did you attend her wedding?

Get his guitar...

Why did you go there?

- Where's the guitar?

What's up, Khatana bhai?

How are things?

Where the hell have you been?

You've stopped coming to college.

You know, it's not

that bad after all.

There's an AC and

I don't have a lot of work.

I have installed

video games on the TV.

Khatana bhai...

there's a whole world

inside these video games.

Didn't he say he would never

get into the family business?

What about music?

He gave it up.

And then?

And one day it was the

same thing all over again.

Same brothers, same mother...

the same social drama.

Tell me... now!

- Let go of my collar!

Confess you stole the

money and I'll let go.

Five hundred thousand rupees?

Just vanished into thin air?

Why would he steal his own money?

You won't confess?

I've been telling

you I didn't steal it!

All you want to do is beat me up!

Probably someone else stole it.

Shut up! But he is in

charge of that place.

The key is always in the drawer.

Everybody knows that...

ask your staff.

And Bhabhi, you don't have

to touch me to console me.

I've told you a thousand times that

I can hear you even from a distance.

There's no need to stick

like chewing-gum all the time.

This has happened even before me.

I've always heard that

the warehouse was...

Can I stay here for a few days?

So he stayed at your place?

He still lives at my place.

Relax... have some tea-coffee...

So the night he was thrown out,

he came to your house?

Not that night... two months later.

Two months later?

More or less.

So then where were

you for two months?

Bloody idiot, where were you?

At a shrine...

The shrine of Hazrat Nizamuddin.

Two months?

I tried to go home...

three times.

But they refused to take me back.

So what did you do at the shrine?

Nothing...

What do you mean 'nothing'?

You must've done

something for two months!

Nizamuddin Aulia -Nizamuddin Master

Lift your foot

Cross over

Move into emptiness

Your beloved's home

Is empty without you

Move into emptiness

Is empty without you

Move into emptiness

Painter

Painter

Painter

Painter

"Be" And There Was

"Be" And There Was

When even nothingness was not

He alone existed

When even nothingness was not

He alone existed

Who dwells in me, who dwells in you

He is the Lord, He is the illusion

Who dwells in me, who dwells in you

He is the Lord, He is the illusion

"Be" And There Was

Was Painter Paint my body, my mind

Take as payment My body, my mind

Painter Paint my body, my mind

Take as payment My body, my mind

Bright morning rains on my body

In the dark night Your lamp burns

Bright morning rains on my body

In the dark night Your lamp burns

The drop that I got from

your doorstep, O Lord Lord

"Be" And There Was

When even nothingness was not

He alone existed

"Be" And There Was

Do this favour to me, O Lord

I request you, set me

Free from myself

Let me see myself

Set me

Free from myself

Free from myself

These doubts of my mind

These weak actions of mine

Are taking me where

I don't even know

You dwell in me

Where have you've brought me

I dwell in you

I have followed you

I'm just your shadow

You created me

The world pushed me away

You embraced me

You are the truth, O Lord

You are the truth

"Be" And There Was

Work faster.

Here. Distribute these as well.

Here.

"Glory to Mother Goddess."

"Glory to thee."

"Glory to Mother Goddess."

"Glory to thee."

"I come seeking refuge."

"I don't know what to ask for."

"You get rid of everyone's sorrows."

"So I know."

"Everyone say."

"Glory to Mother Goddess."

"Glory to thee."

"Glory to Mother Goddess."

"Glory to Mother Goddess."

"Glory to thee."

Okay, cut!

You're missing a beat.

Can you hear the pilot track?

- Yes.

Increase the volume in the cans.

Okay, take.

Cut it Cut it Cut it!

Hear it once again.

Take...

Cut... once again...

Cut!

Cut...

Cut Cut Cut...

take a break.

Sir, would you like some tea?

Let's record his voice first.

I'm in your city

Please come and meet me

I'm in your city

Please come and meet me

Don't give me anything but

Come and take my heart Darling

What is it?

Are you playing the song or

are you playing with the song?

It's very simple.

Posted a letter telling

you I am coming to your home

I even sent you an E-mail on your ID

- Cut it.

You're not listening.

I can't do this, okay?

I don't know why you

were looking for me.

I can't sing...

I don't have it in me.

You are right.

Were you singing out

of tune purposely?

Why would I do that?

Even I could figure out the tune...

and you couldn't?

And then somehow...

a miracle happened.

Ustad ji...

Is that him?

Come in.

Sit here.

I've seen you before.

Do you know where?

At the shrine of Hazrat Nizamuddin.

That was nothing...

I've also seen you before.

On TV.

You play that... that thing...

Hey!

This is Ustad Jameel Khan.

Padma Bhushan.

[Lndian Civilian Award]

Do you know

what Padma Bhushan means?

Shehnai.

Sorry.

I know you are a well known...

legend.

But classical music...

you see, I don't

understand it too much.

I get bored.

Why do they play the

same tune over and over...

Everybody's heard it...

move on, play something else.

He is a big animal...

he won't fit into your small cage.

He will create his own music.

Ustadji, you can't be serious...

this guy...

He is something else.

God has blessed him.

He has His grace.

Trust me...

take a chance on him.

You will make a fortune.

Hello...

Hi.

Khatana bhai said you

want to interview me.

Jordan...

Tell me something.

Why does Mr. Dhingra

have a problem with you?

Come on, I know there's something.

Come in...

Press harder.

Happy birthday.

Today you've been born again.

Starting today you are a

Platinum Music artiste.

I heard... your songs

in the 'Sheher' album...

I liked them...

Now you will have your own album...

full solo.

Full solo.

Congratulations.

Now you need to learn to...

be a star.

The music doesn't really matter.

Lot's of people play music.

But everything is image.

Image is everything.

Image is everything.

Everything is image.

Bloody idiot! I'll beat you.

Leave my hand.

Do you want to kill me.

These days nobody buys music.

People buy an image...

a brand.

Just remember that...

from today you're not a musician.

What are you?

What are you?

Stop it!

Sorry, sir.

Stop it!

The massage is over.

So that's why you are

not going to Prague!

Ready!

Your name didn't feature

in the Eurojam list...

I was really surprised.

Don't you know about Eurojam?

It's a tie-up between Platinum Music

and the Czech Republic government.

Dhingra is taking five

Indian musicians to Europe.

Ready?

Ready, ready...

Just a second,

I need to make a call.

Sure.

Switch off the microphone.

Go see where he is gone.

Stars!

What are you looking at,

let's pack up.

Mr. Dhingra...

take me to Europe.

How did you get inside?

I'll sign your contract...

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