New Delhi, Nov. 21 -- Independent rock music, back in the mid-2000s, had a lot of enemies. And precious few friends. You had to follow a list of arbitrary rules to be let into this super exclusive club led by embittered kids in their late teens or early-to-mid 20s (with some 1990s uncles still hovering). Embracing modern technology, for instance, and bringing a laptop on stage to play cool dhikchik beats? Jailable offence. "Hey!" some scruffy fellow from the crowd would shout at the early mover bands, an Orange Street or a Pentagram (where Vishal Dadlani cut his teeth before making half a name for himself as a fine Bollywood composer). The band would look up expectantly. And then he'd pelt them with a water bottle. "You're a sellout."

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