hindi film music today feels like a remix of a remix of a déjà vu. originality? kidnapped, held hostage by algorithms and trending reels.

once upon a time, songs bled emotion—sahir’s nazms, rafi’s sighs, kishore’s winks. now? we’ve got beats that thump but don’t touch, voices smoother than butter but emptier than a politician’s promise.

every third song sounds like it was baked in the same autotune oven, garnished with english crumbs, and served with a side of “baby, तेरे लिए कुछ भी करेगा”—again.

lyrically, we’ve moved from “mohe panghat pe nandlal chhed gayo re” to “tu meri baae, main tera boo.” poetic downgrade, no?

emotion’s been outsourced. melody’s on unpaid leave. and don’t even get me started on “recreations” that butcher classics like they’re old jeans being turned into trendy shorts.

but… कभी कभी  a gem sneaks in. a soulful surprise that makes you pause your scroll, close your eyes, and remember why music mattered.

so no, hindi film music isn’t dead. just going through a midlife crisis in a sequinned jacket.

and like all crises, this too shall pass. hopefully with a harmonium, not a synth drop.

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 (the guy behind the mic, aur tumhare dil ke kareeb-ish)