L et’s be honest, Bollywood has flatlined. The last few years produced films that came and went without leaving a trace. Not one single story stirred excitement, not one frame made the wait worth it. The industry that once sold dreams ha s reduced itself to a formula: bloated budgets, safe storylines, remakes of remakes. Even its music — Bollywood’s soul — ha s slipped into monotony. Every track sound s like a recycled patriotic anthem or a sermon in moral science. What once gave goosebumps now barely raises an eyebrow.

Which is why when a track like Pardesiya lands with that old-school Sonu Nigam vibe, or when a film like Saiya a ra hits the theatre, there’s suddenly a flicker, an almost forgotten anticipation, a reminder of why Bollywood once mattere

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