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Hi there. *wave*
Cain has technically been writing this for wellnigh two weeks now. Sorry about that. Apparently whenever I promise to do something, a whole host of other things comes up and prevents me from doing it. As you can see, I've finally sort of managed to break out of the phase of creative inability that's been dogging my footsteps. I am also not drugged to the eyeballs on antihistamines any longer. Therefore, in the dark and cold because I'm weird, this.
Warning: this post is probably going to read a little strangely, because it's proving extremely hard to work out a sequence for it. Apparently I just want to say everything at the same time. What the hell, brain.

There is a pile of books and notebooks beside me (The Scarlatti Inheritance, incidentally, is a brilliant book and you should all go and read it. For what the suggestion is worth. XD), and a geeky documentary is quietly loading in the background. The reason I bring up this geeky documentary is the fact that it's (no, not Lamborghini again) about the B2 Spirit stealth bomber, which is a spellbindingly beautiful, terrifyingly powerful, effortlessly capable plane that also happens to be invisible to radar...and as such it reminds me forcefully of the song I'm here to talk about.

Don v2.0: Mujhko Pehchaan Lo is basically an extension of canon, a deepening of premise and thickening of plot. It's devious in the best of ways, in the way an author often is. It's very Ludlum (yes, I did mention the book I mentioned for a reason); the beauty of it is that it hides in the open. It states everything there is to be said in the simplest of terms, and yet there will be people who don't see it for what it is.
KK, of course, does this pretty much all the time (refer to the ); who better in command than one to whom captaincy is second nature?

This song is, curiously enough, exactly the same colours as Power Ballad and in exactly the same proportions: a sort of raw-silk black with traces of a subtler, richer shade of the orange I use to write song titles here, interspersed with hints of gleaming metal in the darkness.
It begins with minimal fuss. There's a guitar hook-which-isn't that serves as an introduction of sorts, easing one into it; it's backed up first by cymbals and then, increasing the intensity in a flash, by drums. Systematically stepping it forward, the electric guitars are subtle and sinister, a little suggestive, and then he enters and blows your mind.

Duniyaa mein...logon ne...
Phir apne...dil thaame...
Aaya hoon...lekar main...
Phir kitne...hungaame...
He whispers it. He whispers it menacingly, matter-of-factly, with the faintest trace of a smile; he whispers it the same way he might pass you at a cocktail and whisper 'Evening, lady' in your ear - while quite capably slipping you a gun, or taking one from you. He's low and feline even in the pauses, prowling in the dark, biding his time.

The music dips, evidently giving one time to recover, and then assaults one with the catchtune...which was even originally ideologically inspired by le famous Double-Oh-Seven, but let's not go into that...and then gives way to him once more.

His voice is low as ever, but no longer a whisper; he notches up the intensity by never raising his tone. And then, after deevaarein, he freakin' takes off.
Phir maine socha hai, main jeetoon; sab haare...
Darvaaze khul jaayein, gir jaayein deevaarein...
Mujhse takraa paaya hai kaun...
I love this line so much it is insane. I'm pretty much known for randomly loving specific lines, usually influenced by some combination of him / Urdu content / meaning / general turn of phrase - but for this one, it's all him. There were so many ways this line could have gone, so many ways it could have been taken, and anyone else would have been bewildered by the possibilities; KK, however, cuts right to the chase. There's no ambiguity about this: it's not a question - it's not a challenge - it's a statement. It's a statement phrased courteously to offer you the chance to bow out, but it's a statement of straightforward fact, and it's lethal and indisputable. Holy freakin' gorgeousness.
Mujhko pehchaan lo - main hoon Don!
From Mujhse onwards, he's soaring. He's built the tension just enough for a launch; it peaks at that pivotal syllable, again at Mujhko, before he lands on his feet and changes its quality entirely. It's at this point that the subtle, sinister menace of the introduction is entirely transformed into effortless, tangible power, and the blunt statement of identity couldn't be more perfect.

Duniyaa mujhe jo bhi kahe, iski mujhe parvaah kya...
Mujhko toh hai ye dekhna, jeetne ki hai raah kya...
Jo mujhko rokna chaahe, unko hai kya ye pataa...
Even though the transformation is my favourite line, I have so much love for this stanza I'm practically incoherent. The tune is a slight, slight deviation from the original title track, and that's used to great effect: it's like someone took the graph of that earlier track and subtly sharpened it, changing its curves to angles, its sketches to strokes. He's finally come into his own with his classic ambiguity - his roar is suddenly more of a purr, his purr more of a roar, and unless you surrender yourself to him absolutely, you can't tell which is which.
I am in love with the way he says parvaah - and the powerful, fluid way he ends the line, because it's so gloriously true. He does not give a damn. He never has given a damn. Even in real life, however much he thrives on the adulation of the crowds he pulls so effortlessly - however much he loves to be loved - that's all a corollary to the music, and the music is all that really matters. Which is the one main reason we all love him so much.
The stanza is full-on Don, vicious and passionate, but there's something beneath the surface of the words that, once again, isn't just the persona: the sheer attitude he exudes is only to be aspired to. It's something else I love about him: for the duration of a song he lives it, he is the character he's playing - and though his Don is vitriolic and gain-oriented, he's also, in a ruthless, low-pitched sort of way, noble. You can tell he's been badly hurt at some point, and that that is really what turned him. You can tell that the cold-blooded killer in him only kills out of necessity: that he's only cold-blooded out of the surging desperation, amid the rapids of his chosen course, to keep himself sane. That he may well give no quarter - but he expects no quarter in return.

SRK makes an effort at this point to drag the song into the depths of mundanity by saying his marvellous catchline. I removed him. *makes stereotypically-Don-like throat-slashing gesture*

Duniyaa phir jeetne aaya kaun...
Mujhko pehchaan lo - main hoon Don!
Now evidently the catchline was supposed to be the fact that his enemies don't know, hence leading from unko hai kya ye pataa, but it works just as well - eh, who am I kidding, it works better - with this segment as the lead-on. In a flash it goes from little do they know that Don is infallible and invincible to little do they know that I may have been down, but I'm damned if I'm out - from mere arrogance to solid certainty, and that makes all the difference. KK's Don is human; he's capable of sustaining damage and recovering from it, of fielding hindrances and rising above them. Capable of passion in the same breath as intellectual hedonism. Capable of having once felt fear.
Capable of facing a challenge head-on and emerging from it all the stronger.

I am so pleased with the fact that they didn't give him a girly backing chorus for this, you have no idea. Even more than my ever-present desire to have him unsullied by the voices of others, this is in keeping with the ideal of any reasonably intelligent person in his or her own field: Don goes solo. Anyone in his intellectual situation goes solo. Jason Bourne (brought to mind by the phrase 'reasonably intelligent'. I was about to link to the page in Identity, before I realized it had rather risqué content. XD) had a Marie, and was still forced by circumstance to go solo. KK has a Ms Jyothy and a damn fine band, but they can't accompany him behind the microphones, now can they?
You see the parallels I'm drawing here?


Amid all this glorious character sketching, there are a couple of points that need to be raised. For one, there's only one stanza. Just the long main hoon Don and BANG finished. Though yeah, it doesn't actually end with a bang, because it doesn't actually end with anything. It isn't even like driving into a brick wall - it's like driving off the edge of the universe. You're in full swing, surging forward, and suddenly there's nothing. No fade to black - just black. And the tragedy of it all is that that abrupt ending would have been bloody brilliant - if there had just been one more stanza. (Plus, the video as of now looks pretty damn terrible, but let's not go into that. Not your province, Cain.)
Now this may come across as my making a mountain out of a molehill, but it really isn't. It's like the Antenna issue - it needs a proper explanation as to why I'm so up in arms about it. SRK always seems to end up in the crossfire, though. *waves hands and yells* I'm sorry, okay? I'd really love to cheer the man, but why does he always have to make it so hard for me to do so? KK may never have handled a gun in his life for all I know, but I'm damned if his Don hasn't a far truer aim than the actor's currently appears to.
Back to the point. All right, so they must have been working on a strict deadline. All right, so the production/direction team probably had several bees in its collective bonnet about getting things done on time. All right, so Vishal's track was probably getting a lot more attention because that seems to be a thing with SEL these days - but seriously, people, this is your title track, and both it and its gloriously intense singer deserve a lot more respect than you seem to have considered giving them. Yes, KK can always be relied on, as he's proved again and again - but surely he and your Don deserve more than just a take-this-and-run-with-it mission? Surely those deadlines weren't so strict that it was felt appropriate to rob a track of its entire sense of closure? Or is this my persistent mental song/story parallel talking? Because I doubt that. I highly doubt that.
How hard could it have been to whip up another verse? I can easily imagine rhyming something on the lines of yehi mera iraada hai with zindagi se bhi zyaada hai fitting it to the tune, and I have no creative capability whatsoever in the Hindi language. Yes, that did spring up around the word iraada because I'm obsessed with it (...just to clarify things...), but seriously, fit it to the tune and imagine it. I can actually hear him singing it and am now pretty much dead, holy foxtrot.
I should probably tell my imagination to shut up at some point, but you try telling it that. I swear the thing has a will of its own. And it will insist on blowing my mind with...things like the above paragraph. Goddamn.

Second point. As you all no doubt know, I am not usually one for comparisons, but in this case the parallels are obvious and comparisons are expected from all fields, so I'm going to run you through the basics when it comes to the differences. V1 had two stanzas, a girly chorus and Shaan, which is all very well and pretty much of no consequence. However, v1 also had a certain lack of finesse to it - a certain blatancy that I'll confess I didn't actually make much of before v2.0 came along. What I mean is that a Don doesn't need to state things like 'bahut hi khatarnaak hoon main'. Don is dangerous, is living on the very edge of existence, is going to double-cross you. He isn't going to freakin' tell you that. You've got to deduce it from his tone, from his manner, from his walk - and who else could give you all that information with a single twist of voice? I love this man so much.
Another difference is in the words to the intro: v1 went Duniyaa mein...logon ne...dil apne...phir thaame while this one goes Duniyaa mein...logon ne...phir apne...dil thaame - which doesn't seem much of a difference at first, but in actual fact rather is. The slight change in phrasing serves at once to reiterate the fact that this is a return (by placing the phir first), and, by making dil thaame a phrase by itself, to couple with KK's cat's-cradle vocals to convey the musings of a deadly intellect.
Also, because of a certain conversation I had on the day of its release, I will pretty much always associate this track with Schrödinger's wave equation. So yeah. Intellectual Don. XD

Third (or two a, really): There are traces of Shaan in the background of the intro. Apparently the intent was to show the transition from soft supposedly-Vijay to hardcore practically-sociopath - which is admirable because it shows that they have actually grasped the difference (glory!), but in view of the fact that this track has only one stanza, it doesn't seem fair to KK (or the supposedly back-and-how Don) to have done it. Now I'm not doing a this-and-that comparison thing here: I'm using versus as one would in the context of a titration, because I know enough of KK for him to be my primary standard solution (and I am extremely sorry for the ridiculous metaphor.) Shaan versus KK here is a little like petrol versus diesel. Quiet and smooth versus raw and untamed. You could decide to be wholly in control and be prepared to roll off the road at the corners - or you could live in symbiosis and proceed in exhilaration.
And Don v2.0 is certainly the ride of a lifetime.


When I first started writing this post (aaand how long ago was that? *sheepish look*), I'd intended to mention the possibility of his performing this live. I thought about this being the first track of a concert, about him entering, silhouetted against cold stage light, with the stanza and minimal or no instrumentals ("Duniyaa mujhe...jo bhi kahe...") in a sort of pared-to-the-bone acoustic version. Next thing I knew he'd actually performed it live. I don't know which of us is clairvoyant here. XD
Anyway, the fact that he performed it is where the similarity with my idea ends. He took it in the rock direction instead of the minimalistic thing I'd dreamed up, which is a) not surprising and b) freakin' awesome. He's Don to the life, low and dark and sinister - and better still, he was pretty much dressed for the part. All black, yeah?
He also played the drums onstage, which apparently no one noticed. The gentleman is adorable. X)



Okay, story in a paragraph. KK is a goddamn lion and I want to bury my face in his mane and to hell with the damn danger.

KK embodies the intellectual ideal of Don as easily as he imbues the character with his own unquenchable spirit - that compelling physical drive that is his alone. On the one hand it's glinting, fathomless danger, the light reflected off a bullet or a blade - on the other it's suave certainty, sure-footed charm, raw, untamable vocal seduction. He makes you at once an accomplice and an enemy: you've got to look into his eyes and try to gauge his next move, watch for his signal and leap to arms, immerse yourself in his aura and debate whether or not to succumb - before he takes the decision out of your hands.

And more than ever, his Don means business. KK's Don is down and dirty as much as gloved and dextrous - a denim-and-leather don as much as a lounge-suit don - a Don who could carry off a Smith and Wesson and a pair of steel-rimmed glasses. A Don who could take you in aerial combat as easily as on the golf course. A Don who could take you in a velvet-lined corridor. Take you with a gun in his hand.

He's a kitten - until he isn't. And his paws are living velvet - until his claws are unsheathed.
Tremble, world, before these claws.




Incidentally, just saying: you guys can now also officially find me . Just in case you're interested in finding out what I do when not plying KK with matter-of-fact love. Not that le blog is devoid of KK either - it's just more random-snippet-oriented than in-depth-matter-of-fact-love-oriented.
Also, amid all the raving about the Night That Ain't Over, I was told people missed my commenting on his clothes. I'd kinda have let that go were it not for the fact that I put on a zippered sweatshirt jacket thingy as a shirt with jeans today, and I've been practically walking on air all day because it feels so good. So apparently wearing zippered sweatshirt jacket thingies as shirts is something both of us like to do.
Seriously, I'm feeling so freakin' good in this outfit I don't want to take it off. But then I am extremely tired and I can't sleep in my boots. 'Night, all. XD


PS. Sukhi is going to post his version of events on this thread, and since he gives considerably more of a damn than I do about the perception of the general populace, you're probably going to like what he says a lot more than you like this post.
I will say this: Mujhko Pehchaan Lo is the freakin' title track of a movie this potentially awesome, and, incidentally, a banner that's one hell of a big deal. And if it's made known that he's the singer of the track that embodies the spirit of the whole damn movie and the whole damn character far better than SRK ever will, then what. a. victory. A victory, shall we say, of the sublime over the ridiculous.
However, from the recent spate of promos...quite honestly, the film looks terrible. I'm going to watch it anyway in the hope of being proven wrong, but I have my doubts as to that...
...And I don't actually care, because our lion is all I want, and I can't get enough of him. *grin*

PS v2.0. If you haven't already, I'll save you the trouble of looking it up: a carbonado is a black diamond. Yes. I do the dark thing.

Carbonado.

Well!

Last time I encountered the word was when I'd mugged up an entire chapter on organic compounds and fractional distillation or something of the sort (I may be horrifyingly wrong here; chemistry isn't really my thing, never was).... And all the (almost) sleepless nights, through which I'd taken on organic chemistry with a vengeance keep coming back to haunt me

What have you done Cain.

Anyways, what a title. You don't have to scout around much for them eh? Wracked my brains for a more fitting title, but.... it's perfect and fits 'Mujhko Pehchaan Lo' to the T. It's strange, but there it is.

Another thing. That line 'Mujhse takraa paya hai kaun'? It resembles another song pretty uncannily in terms of mood, and that's Banjar, especially the line 'Ek safar zaroori banta hai.... jo dilon ke dum pe chalta hai'. Both, to me at least, point to an indomitable spirit out in the middle, against the odds.... jaws clenched in determination to win, so what if the contexts may be poles apart.

I thought of putting this in postscript but then the author deserves first priority when it comes to Cain Express.
For me, Cain Express redefines the phenomenon of intertia. Once in full flow, it’s hard to stop. It’s absorbing, and more often than not you’re left in a state of awe and surprise. All this makes its pH < 7, because neutrality and Cain Express cannot co-exist. CE revels in extremism and extremism is obsession and most of us are obsessed, aren’t we? Come to look at it, CE actually does possess one of KK’s qualities – it gets better each time…and you’ll surely fall short of words, if not anything else.

So like I said, I’m going to be posting this without reading your post. This, by all means may eventually turn out to be a rather philosophical one…maybe I couldn’t write otherwise.

I have two major points here – a) the transition from Don to Don 2 (keeping the lyrics in mind too) and b) the sheer awesomeness of KK.

a) Listening to Shaan’s version of Don, one gets the feeling he had lines way too descriptive and in more ways than one, he himself wanted to entail the escapades of Don and there’s no incertitude or attitude about it whatsoever. Morever, it has a second stanza that has the typical Hindi villain ‘haseenaaein’ sort of crap…which is so unlike KK’s don. The singer’s merely gone through the motions and he does not sound anything more than a struggling singer performing at his first reality show appearance. Well, maybe that was required then and all said and done, I’m absolutely grateful that Don v1.0 didn’t go to KK.
(I’ve been harsh on Shaan for a reason which I do not wish to disclose. *pokes Para*)

As this one starts, you have a tinge of dubiousness to the tune and the tempo builds up, right from the beginning, unlike Don. SEL score here too, but only for a hundred and eighty-nine seconds? Not fair.
I do not know whether the presence of Shaan here can ever be justified (or maybe he was required so that we could spot the stark difference between him and KK), because the transition from Don to Don 2 would’ve been better exhibited by incorporating a shift of tunes, say Don’s tune and then enter Don 2 drums, rather than the Shaan and KK chorus and then Shaan disappearing (thankfully enough, though). This, however, does not take anything away from the fact that the start is insanely enigmatic. The control shifts entirely to KK after forty-three seconds, which means he has even lesser time to embody Don in his style and aura. And has he done well? Well, supremely well. The reload-and-fire start to his solitary stanza makes it all the more captivating. And in a way, the absence of a second stanza is digestible only because if the second one had lyrics even slightly substandard, the song wouldn’t have ended on a high. Just like ‘Zindagi Do Pal Ki’ didn’t, as it had an average second stanza. So, essentially, no lyrics is better than bad lyrics.

b) The other way of looking at Don v2.0 is – this one’s made for KK and the lyrics are a precis of his two-decade long music career. If one pays attention to the lyrics, they tell a story KK would never even try telling. Such is his humility. And this one, incidentally, is told in rock, which makes it XD (the biggest font you can write XD in, that XD). It’s perfect, to say the least.

‘Aaya hoon, lekar main, phir kitne hungaame…’ tells you he’s back, not that he went anywhere, but yeah, for the intellectually challenged, he is back and back with something that deserves all the attention in the world.
And what does he have in mind – ‘phir maine socha hai, main jeetun sab haarein’…a don’s nonchalance and insouciance. The ‘socha hai’ has conviction written all over it – in bold and italics. In fact, the way he’s chosen to pronounce his words is inexplicably fantastic. 'Mujhko-ooo pehchaan lo, main hoon don…' is something along the lines of ‘sar jhukaa, khudaa hoon main…’.
(And out of sheer randomness, I want to add that Don v2.0 is a more enigmatic extension of ‘Bas Yun Hi’ and ‘Main Khudaa’…primarily because the lyrics are more KK-esque.)
“bachke, jaayegi manzil kahaan bachke!” XD
Who wants to read a book when you have gems like Mere Khudaa, Main Kya Hoon, Tujhi Mein (Aasraa)…and so many more! His songs are his biography and quite appositely, even his autobiography.

‘Darwaaze khul jaaein, gir jaaein deewaarein’ substantiates there is nothing that stays intact when his shattering voice is in its element…things cease to be and even their natural, instinctive capabilities vanish. When he’s on song, darwaaze and deewaarein are merely common nouns. *pun itended*
He seals it when he says ‘mujhse takraa paaya hai kaun…’ and how many times have his rhetorics left us gasping and we’ve still wanted to scream our lungs out and answer them! Like in this one, I’ve always hollered out to myself, “Koi nahin!”
'Duniya mujhe jo bhi kahe, iski mujhe parvaah kya…mujhko to hai ye dekhna, jeetne ki hai raah kya…' reaffirms that he’s been a trendsetter all his life and will continue to be. Clichés and stereotypes can bloody well mind their own business. And those electric guitar strings make this line sound like a king’s verdict. It’s irrevocable. And doesn’t he say it well when he says, ‘jo mujhko rokna chaahein, unko hai, kya ye pata…' the ‘kya ye pata’ defines his insuperable persona…beware and be warned, he's kinglike! B)

The only thing missing is the evil laughter he adds when he’s singing it live…’Don ko pakadna mushkil hi nahin, namumkin hai…hahaaahaa!’
And in Cain’s words, he enjoyed himself thoroughly when he did that. It was slaaaaming! *mallu style*

PS: He has this habit of shaking his right leg in an arc-like style…I’ve noticed it innumerable times (concerts, coke studio and even his live recordings…). It’s an awesome indicator of the fact that he’s enjoying himself. XD

He dwarfs 'em all. All.

SRK's Don might need multiple reiterations as to why he is what he is, not him. Not KK. Not even once.

And right since the day he's sent me to a state of awesome, sweet delirium, I haven't wanted to wake out of it.
Heck, how can I when this man can be as deliciously evil as he is calming, soothing, loving or brooding? You tell me.

Cain and Sukhi, I can never in my lifetime get to the bottom of this guy like the way you do. All I can do is cheer every line you write. The reason is simplicity itself. KK ko pehchaanna mushkil hi nahin, na mumkin hai.

You cannot be more mistaken in judging him by what appears on the face of it. About him, there lurks a touch of the unexpected. ALWAYS.

P.S.: According to Sukhi, Cain is acidic. Now I wonder what that's supposed to mean.

Sukhi - thanks for not putting it in as a postscript, because that would've upset the v2.0 arrangement.
And thank you for all that. And if I'm acidic, I can combine with his alkali-metal self all the more easily. (Though vanadium is amphoteric, and that might describe me, yeah? )

So the transition is something I ended up 'stealing your thoughts' on. Re Shaan, there are times I wish I didn't have to keep up the political correctness (or I'd have bashed SEL to high heaven...) but I think it's better this way - we're here for KK after all, not the squalidity of the rest of the world, and as I'm the flagship it's better if I steer clear of all but the controversies I apparently make mountains of. *pokes post* XD
That said, I'm well aware of that reason (having pointed it out m'self) and wholly with you. No question about it. Like it is with SRK - I'm perfectly all right with Shaan as such, but he makes it so hard for that arrangement to continue.

I'd meant to mention that dip in the mujhko, but somehow I missed it. It is gorgeous and drop-dead sexy, and I do not use the word 'sexy' lightly. Or, for that matter, 'slaaamming'.
And yes, I meant to add that if he'd said the catchline it'd have been entirely different. Again, it's the difference between arrogance and assurance, and it's brilliant and gorgeous.

I agree absolutely about the gir jaaein deevaarein line - the removal of even the appearance of inhibition. It's breathtaking.
And I was sort of steering clear of mentioning Main Khudaa. I may have been blocking all parallels in the effort to get coherent sentences out of my brain, particularly as to the stanza thing. Which really, if the second stanza had been lame, I'd have cut it out and no questions asked - but there should've been one. Javed Akhtar would not have found it hard to do much better than my random incomplete iraada couplet.

I've heard that evil laugh live during Banda Ye Bindaas Hai. It made me laugh hysterically at the time, but then I was pretty hysterical back then anyway. XD It fits Don much better.

Re the right leg thing? XD. Don't Stand So Close To Me was full of it. Besides, he even sort of acted the line to the Parikrama guy - like "Don't-stand-so close to me!" *backs away* XD

Immaculate descriptions. Uninhibited like the song itself.
The moment i got hooked on to it, i knew this was going to be long.
And KK deserves every bit of it.

Now the reply......
This was a tedious job because i am a real snail when it comes to typing and of all the things that i am not capable of, being compendious is nearly the top of the list, specially when something incites my super emotions.
Quintessentially, the song reflects, all the difference a voice can make. I never liked V1. Smirk. Associated it with adjectives like 'cartoon' and 'cartoonpanti' when i heard it the very first time. Don should believe in action rather then blabarding 'bahut hi khatarnak hoon main',etc. And you raised that point. Gracias.

The comparison: well, that was inevitable and opinions differ but maybe because i 've never been fond of Shaan or maybe because i am helplessly in love with KK, i dont see anything beyond V2. V1, apparently has gone with the wind. I think Shaan is over-rated and has been given unfair advantage over KK. Eg:
Dus bahane, it's the time to disco and even Don - HE GOT 2 stanzas (grudge-grudge)

I am happy that i haven't see the vedio yet and happier that i haven't heard the Vishal song. Nor do i plan to.

I have lot of things against SEL. They weren't fair to KK even in 'Koi Kahe'. I always imagine KK singing the line 'jahaan bhi gaye apana jaadu dikhate rahe...'
And don't even talk about promotion. 'Jaane ye kya hua' was infinitely better than 'Heyya'
And SRK didn't even promote 'walk along'
And so many songs that never got what they deserved. I feel like a melting crucible.

And my figment: Honestly, i felt couldn't they change the tune from the previous one a little more? No, they completely relied on KK to bring all the change, which he eventually did.
Though i had told myself not to expect much from SEL, but before hearing it, i had imagined it to be something as uninhibited as 'Main Khuda'. (can't help mentioning it) Even imagined the background music to be something on the lines of electronica + trance and lyrics like 'Main hoon duniya ka naya khuda' Don't you think that suits DonKK? but well, they were wild imaginations.

'I have lot of things against SEL. They weren't fair to KK....'

Well you can say that again! I watched the movie last night and.... the freaking title-track wasn't there. Omitted. Just like that.

Would've dearly loved to bash S-E-L up but fact is that the words aren't coming out. Caught up in a mesh of outraged disbelief.
What a downer.

P.S. My feelings as the end-credits rolled were in that order. First I thought I'd missed it, then realizing that I hadn't dropped off once, they changed....

Miaow, like I said. I have to be diplomatic at times, but I'm staying the flagship. (That said, I have . ) I...also have certain opinions of Rehman, frankly.
As for Koi Kahe, what I felt most keenly was that Shaan's aaye humein dil aur neendein churaana should've been his. Whom, after all, is it truer for?

Yes, I've been cross with SRK a long time over Walk Along. Not even a half-decent video, let alone promotion. And also I have this theory that they should have made Walk Along the theme song for the Delhi Commonwealth Games.

I'm afraid I'm perfectly happy with what they did to the tune - and I'm also perfectly happy with what lyrics there are. Maybe it's the thing I have for subtlety. 'Main hoon duniyaa ka nayaa khudaa' would've been just as blatant in its way as 'bahut hi khatarnaak hoon main' was in its own. I am sorry. :/

Kappa, do you often try to out-title my posts?
Also, the song was there, but it was after the damned end-credits music video. No freaking wonder they gave it only one stanza, but what happened to fanservice? Isn't the album of a movie supposed to stand on its bloody own? Apparently not any more. I'm pretty much murderously angry about this, but nothing can be done and I can't even swear a blue streak like I'd like to, so I'm going to have to keep shut about it now. :/

I'm perfectly happy with the Main Khudaa there is, frankly. There are other things I need my starvation for.