Verbalizing the flurry/ tempest of emotions I go through when I listen to this song (listen number 8 onwards) is a delightful challenge I am embracing now.
The song starts with those spanish/ european feel guitars where Parul Mishra, my current crush makes her entry with a teasing adha haiiii, sazaa haiiiii. (Hi, would you like to check me out?)
Then she explains herself with some dignity, and the chorus in some mysterious western language all say "She is the womaan, check her out!"
And then she starts playing hard to get. I am obviously attracted to her, which means I play Bond and she plays the Bond girl - the song is full of intrigue in these minutes, and she just teases and traumatizes you into lust and love and what not. Soon, the sad melancholy takes over and when one is in mad and deep love trying to forget her, her aalaaps are the nightly doses of her. A perfect BGM to depict months of missing her. And soon I go totally mad of her and she says - "Dude, Ishq gada hai, Ishq ka rang Judaaa haiiiiiiiii" when you pass out after one drink too many....
The next day morning it is a peaceful reassurance from her - Dude, Ada hai, saza hai, dua hai....Keep waiting, I will be right back.
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