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 up to 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.

Guys!!!

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!

Oh 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.

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