#Zee Music Company

[ilyricshub]

Vigdiyan Heeran Lyrics - Yo Yo Honey Singh

#VigdiyanHeeran #YoYoHoneySingh #UrvashiRautela #RonyAjnali #GillMachhrai #Honey3.0 #MihirGulati #PunjabiSong #NewSong #PunjabiMusic

[lyricsgoal]

Jitna Tujhe Chahte Hai Hum Lyrics - Raj Barman

#RajBarman #ParasArora #JasminBhasin #Kumaar

[sonylyrics]

अकेलो चल पड़ियो Akelo Chal Padiyo Lyrics in Hindi – Omg 2

  Akelo Chal Padiyo lyrics in Hindi from the movie OMG 2 sung by Shradha Mishra. This song is written and music composed by Sandesh Shandilya. Starring Akshay Kumar, Pankaj Tripathi, and Yami Gautam.   Akelo Chal Padiyo Song Details 📌 Song Title Akelo Chal Padiyo 🎞️ Album OMG 2 (2023) 🎤 Singer Shradha Mishra ✍️ Lyrics Sandesh Shandilya 🎼 Music Sandesh Shandilya 🏷️ Music Label Zee Music…

[gmalaart]

Still Waters (Run Deep)

The water parts around you, swirling and shifting as you pick apart the threads of memory you have chosen to comb through today. Something pulls the edges of your attention, lifting you out of your self imposed work. You huff and the air leaving your lungs propels you further up, away from the smell of your childhood home and the sound of your brother’s attempts at playing the piano. As the bubbles cloud your vision and the pressure of the zee and of time fades, the melody changes. It becomes louder. It sways from a piano to a violin. It is just as familiar as the memory of your brother, and you breathe fully for the first time in weeks. 

You lay on the surface of the water, staring at the cosmogone sky as a girl casts her shadow across your face. She plays her song, impressions of your past meetings with her washing over you in waves. Nowadays you don’t have much to talk about. She came to you often, at the beginning, when she first sensed your presence. You brought news of her father and she made you write promises into the cresting water all around you. You could see them still, if you waved your hand just so in the water. But you have said all that needs to be said, and so has she. The company is comforting either way.

Minutes, hours, perhaps days later, you feel a string pull at the centre of your chest. Your hand reaches under your own shirt, brushing against the set of stones encased in the necklace that sits snugly against your neck. They beat a warm rhythm into your skin, like they did only once before, here in the Is-Not, and the water stills around you. It creates a perfectly clear mirror to the sky above for just a moment, before the perfect immobility is broken by skipping words across the cosmogone hue. 

Your throat feels tighter, with each new sentence. Lenore stands with you in the whirlpool of memories that are whipped up by the words, the eye of a storm of your own making. 

Shared touches brush across your skin-

 A wave of worry flows up the length of your chest-

The lights of the bridge when he chased after you like no one ever had-

Closed curtains as he finds your arms after his hands had crafted a new order for the world-

His embrace, the first thing you felt after your body breathed anew-

The incredible privilege to see his mind at work-

I love you.

I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you.

“I think this is where we part ways, my dear,” you say an epoch later, when the storm has died down and the words have long been blown away by the wind. 

“Yes, I think so too,” she answers. Her music plays on but it is fainter now as she holds her suitcase and gazes out towards where it feels like land is. “A ship should come by, but I don’t think you’re going to wait.”

“Absolutely not. It’s about time that I stretch my legs, I think. A walk would be nice.”

The zee ripples as she laughs, looking up at your face as you stand just out of reach. 

“You’re going back then?”

“I am.”

“That’s good.” She is quiet for a long while, both of you lingering and putting off the inevitable. “Take care of dad for me. One last promise.”

You turn to face her, tracing the features you have come to know so well. She looks like him. You think that you might have enjoyed meeting her when she was more than a memory.

“Of course. My skills are at his disposal, he knows this,” you say and watch her tilt her head, dipping into images of the times you offered something much more meaningful than skills to her father. “Alright, alright. I promise.”

A gust of wind carries your words away but you know now that they will remain. Someone will remember, somehow. As you gaze upon her one last time, the echo of your steps already moving across the surface of the zee, homeward bound, you hum the last notes of her endless melody.

All is quiet, here at the end.

“Be well, Emon.”

“And you rest easy, Lenore.”

A sort of response, sort of follow-up to @zeebreezin's last piece of writing, aka Shaw's letters as he set off to finish his Ambition. it absolutely knocked me on my feet and I needed to try to match the energy. and I suppose this means that Emon is on their way out of Parabola now!

[littlepatchofhell]

Degrees of hozier appreciation

1. That church song goes pretty hard.

2. The rest of his music is kind of a downer but I'll put a few songs on my sleepytime and study playlists.

3. NO GRAVE! CAN HOLD MY BODY DOWN!

4. "It's Ho-zee-ir, actually. Not Ho-zee-ay. His full name is Andrew Hozier-Byrne. His mom is a painter and designs most of his album covers. And also- wait, where are you going?"

5. /looks up "Andrew hozier byrne" and "Andrew Byrne" on Spotify and YouTube to find his pre-tmtc work

6. OH I LOVE! THE VERY BLOOD OF YOU! KEEPS ITS HEAT IN SPITE OF YOU!

7. My friends say I listen to too much Hozier, but I make sure that all of my playlists have at least 10 songs that weren't written by Andrew. His cover just happens to be the best version.

8. I cannot receive bad news unless it's given to me in the form of a hozier song. I have fully accepted and processed the heat death of the universe, the absence of a loving God, humanity's impending destruction at its own hand but I am not able to wrap my head around the fact that I lost my job due to playing "but the wages" on a loop over the company wide speakers all day.

9. This level is reserved for the puppies in the weratedogs interview.

10. This level is reserved for Raine Hozier-Byrne, Andrew's mom.

[thunder-threnodies]

Hello!!! would you mind doing a 🌹 for Elias possibly please? They enjoy flirting, and spending time around people! They deeply enjoy going through the actions and symbolism of romance, even if they don't really feel attraction. This is absolutely a favorite time of year for them!!

here's their Bio!: https://www.tumblr.com/the-dye-stained-socialite/729007131094908928/character-bio-elias-leroux-name-title-elias?source=share

The Captain knocks gently on your door, a box full of chocolate sweets, frosted with carefully harvested Honey.

"From my personal collection of lost Dreams, for you. I suggest you'd have one or two tonight, before bedtime. Dreams are shy and fragile, my dear, better let them come to you at their own pace." they seem to be a little hesitant, then smiles a little, a warm and crooked smile.

"Some of them are not just from my personal collection but they're personal. Hope you'll like them, Elias dear. Shall we go?"

The Captain keeps easily your pace, enjoying the light chatting. They always keep an eye on you, as if studying your expressions or the effect something they said had on you. They make way gallantly for you, splitting a crowd of Zailor a little too happy to be back in London with a bow and gesture of their hand. They seem pretty at home here, at the Docks and Elias can't help but wonder where are they headed, as the false-night creeps slowly in.

Some false-stars begin to shine a little more brightly as if the real night had fallen upon London, when the Captain stops near the Dock; they sit with their feet dangling lightly off the edge as they show to Elias some of the Constellation they use to navigate the troubled waters both of the Unterzee and the heart: some of those are deeply tied to loss and pain but also joy and love.

"That one is the Everquesting Knight. Bound to Search for their Desire but never reaching it. And the Zee Beast, over there. And ah... don't trust those stars over there..." each explanation comes in a soft voice, not a trace of the usual salt air in it.

Then it's time for some fun action, as they lead you to a nearby warehouse, all decorated in all the Neathbow colour: bright coloured lamps create a caleidoscope of illusions on the floor.

It seems like they know everyone and you spend the next few hours between music, group dances (it's sort of magnetic and hypnotizing how so many burly people can move in sync and with such grace. Their zee legs influence the way they move in a mesmerizing pull-and-push style of dance)

In between the dances the Captain introduces you to some of the most WILD zailors they know, proud and happy to be in your company tonight.

Occasional show offs of physical strenght and brawls start on the now emptied dance floor, like arm-wrestling and even swashbuckling as if the whole warehouse transformed into some sort of wild and strange zee-themed circus.

The air is so full of joy and shared emotions, you lose sight of the Captain for a while and when they return to you, they're holding a small figurine, masterfully carved out of stygian ivory: it is clearly meant to represent you, in every minute detail of your outfit, laughing or perhaps singin.

As the night grows old, the party doesn't seem to be willing to wind out soon, Francis Dargor asks you if you'd like to see something secret: there's a room in the tallest spire of the Bazaar in which they can senak in and there, they keep a certain item that will shine a new light on London, if you're willing to come with them.

They open up a pathway through a mirror, big and wide, forgotten in a corner of the Dock and you end up in a room where the walls are all silvered mirrors: two doors on opposing walls the only things breaking the mesmerizing views of Parabola. One of the door is open and you can see a small balcony on the other side; the Captain is waiting out there with a small telescope in hand, waiting for you.

Through it, you can barely see the Bazaar but oh so many lights! Small fires or stars are crawling and entwine in the streets of London!

"See those? Those are Love stories. People who love and are loved."

You'd swear that for the briefest moment, the Captain was RADIANT.

For the last couple of hours, the two of you look at London through that telescope trying to figure out the strange dance of all these stars, what kind of love could be moving them.

Once you're back home, you open up the box of chocolate and pick up one to try; it's slightly warm and it tastes like cherry liquor.

That night you dream of a young man, green eyes and dark blonde hair and a number of small, sweet moments with him: a stroll under starlight, real starlight, a game of chess with finely crafted pieces; blue and white and black and red. A playful chase under the sun, golden hair shining so bright.

The next morning you find a small hand mirror, with an inscription all around its frame and a note:

"To all Love its Light, to all Zailor their Dream." says the inscription

"Thank you so much for the night. It'll be a precious memory and a little light I'll bring with me in my voyages. Yours truly, Captain Francis Dargor Morgan."

The envelope smalls vaguely like zee salt, old wood and candles, a kiss imprinted in peligin in the corner. From your window you can see their galleon departing and you can't help but wonder which light will guide them back to London this time...

[deimosbreakfrost]

(DEIMOS IS A PATHETIC LAZY-BONES!!!)

Total drama Dezember: Day 7

Album/music reference

Soooooo

The drawing day that I was more waiting for!!

I LOVE THE AMERICAN IDIOT ALBUM, SERIOUSLY.

And this drawing is a reference To Give me Novacaine by Green day.

I'll not explain what the music is about, y'all surely already know just because Zee is in here

[wwickedwasteland]

 A young woman was standing in the doorway, a woman of such breathtaking beauty that the room seemed to have become strangely airless...

ㅤೀ    - a quick look into current playlist :: please please please by sabrina carpenter ; killin’ me good by jihyo ; cosmic by red velvet ; tattoo by loreen ; arranca by becky g ; mi ex tenia razon by karol g ; soft spot by keshi ; the boy is mine by ariana grande ; illusion by dua lipa ; late night talking by harry styles ; forget about us by perrie edwards ; lovelove u by kenia os ; changes by lauv

ㅤೀ    - as described by others :: black & white ivory that when played creates beautiful music that transport you; heavy is the crown one wears when surnames mean everything so you run; looks of a pretty docile angel that hide mischievous dark thoughts; always dressed in designer; fake sunflowers in glittery vases, the ability to dazzle those around you & play the role perfectly; twilight is when you come alive, always feeling cold even when everyone around you feels warm; not bothering to take back change after a purchase; buying endless bottles of perfume you know you’ll never use.

STATS

NAME : zehra sahin

NICKNAME : goes by zee

AGE : thirty-one

GENDER IDENTITY : cis woman (she/her pronouns)

SEXUAL/ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : bisexual biromantic

SPOKEN LANGUAGES : english, turkish

OCCUPATION : heiress, owner of tiny suns

POSITIVE TRAITS : out-going, empathetic, charming

NEGATIVE TRAITS : vain, sardonic, cautious

FACECLAIM : hande ercel

PETS : a grey scottish fold cat named Dior

FAMILY : has a two year old son named hendrix with tba wc.

BIO ;; (neglect mention tw)

Zehra Sahin, the daughter and eldest child of the Sahin Family who own and run a successful public relations company in Los Angeles. they're known for how well they handle client's scandals and their cutthroat attitude towards the business while keeping their own family life very private. Zee was doted as a child and her mother loved to brag about how adorable she was to all her friends and the public, but behind closed doors was a different story. Sure she was born with a golden spoon in her mouth who got whatever she wanted (music lessons, toys, dance classes, etc.) except what she needed: her parents attention. Of course they went on to have to more children afterwards but nothing changed.

From a young age, it was the nanny and maids who watched, cared, and raised them. Both parents spending all their time to build the company to what it is now known today. But of course if there was a private society event happening where they needed to look like the picture perfect family or parent, Zehra and her siblings would appear there at their side with a big smile on their faces.

While yes, she did get to go to the best schools offered where she hoped to thrive in, it wasn’t the case. Many kids made fun of her, whether its because they saw her as a lonely kid who focused on having good grades or for having her nanny show up to school events instead of her own parents.

Things then changed. In the beginning of their teenage years, she had a drastic makeover, and soon, many were trying to be her friend. She became popular and loved the attention even though all she did was changer her appearance, an alternate version of herself that she realized many people adored.

During high school she discovered a passion for teaching and made it her goal to one day work with children. Though it would be tough, as her life had been planned since the moment she was born and after graduating both highschool and university with honors, and a degree in business and child education, her parents begin talk of marriage.

Fast forward to the present: Zee decided to leave her hometown of Los Angeles due to all the plans her parents had for her and she didn't want to follow in their footsteps (though she is scared that one day they'll come for her and take her back). Since moving to Austin over four years ago and using the money she had saved over many year, she opened up and now runs a childcare center that is her pride and joy. Zehra also has a two year old son named Hendrix with TBA and their relationship is interesting. Some say she's always looking over her shoulder and can be a little guard about her personal life but everyone says it's because she is still new to the area after arriving so abruptly.

TDLR ;; (smoking TW)

Personality wise, Zee is your typical rich it girl. she is always down to party or going out for drinks. she drinks too much coffee for her own good and orders too much take out despite her actually being a decent cook. loves to read all genres of books. Her job, cat, and son are the three loves of her life.

She can be a bit vain, maybe it comes with being born with a silver spoon or the fact that everything has somehow always been in her favor. She knows she is talented and isn't afraid to mention all the accolades she has had. Zehra can be very sarcastic and blunt. isn't one to sugar coat things ( if you're straight with her, she'll be the same with you ).

Ships came natural to her, whether being able to make friends real easy or jumping straight into a relationship with someone. with friends, she'll be loyal, the one to take care of you when sick, the one you should def call to bail you out of jail or if need a reference for a job. though the minute you cross her, its over between you both. with love, she loves the idea of love to a fault, maybe it comes from listening to too many love songs or reading too many romance books but she loves the chase. once the fire dies down, she'll either dip before it gets serious or does something dumb to mess it up. just know that once its over, she's on to the next person she finds.

she started reading romance books, taking notes on the characters who oozed confidence and started demonstrating it in her own life and actions. deep down, there’s still a level of insecurity there but as long as no one else is aware and therefore, can not use them against them, they’re happy to continue faking it till they no longer have to.

— CONNECTIONS;;  **wanted connection

**baby daddy/complicated relationship ( open to one ) ;; they met sometime after Zehra arrived in Austin. can go multiple ways: option A: met at a party, slept together, and nine months later their child was born or option B: had a relationship and ended up having a child together then broke up. Could be co-parenting the child together or not. maybe get along for the sake of the child or always butting heads when together. their could be feelings still between them or not. Open to many things when it comes to this connection.

**ride or die ( open to one ) ;; the bestie, the platonic soulmate, the one she would do anything for, maybe they have pet names for each other, they're almost like family, etc. they are the best of friends and nothing can tear them apart (maybe?).

confidant ( open to one ) ;; don't know how it happened, maybe met at a party or in the library. they are the one person who knows how they really and can tell them anything and vice versa. they both keep each others dark secret. (maybe they have dirt on one another and that's why they don't spill anything.

crush ( open to one ) ;; someone that (despite her denying it), she’s been crushing on for a while. will they ever admit it, who knows. (could be one sided or mutual)

exes ( open to two ) ;; honestly, i just like exes. bonus points if there’s still tension or maybe still hook up but it doesn't mean anything beyond the physical or if they’re just really good friends now with no tension at all. i love options.

will they, wont they ( open to one ) ;; essentially a flirtationship. they flirt too much that others assume that they are dating or are going to at some point. maybe the idea has been on one of their mind but they are too good of friends to ever cross that line (?). or maybe its all a ruse and they're seeing how long they can take it.

one (or more) night stand / fling ( open to many ) ;; one night, she was maybe a little bit down and needed something to pick her up. this worked. or maybe they met up at the bar or a party and it just happened. whether it’s turned into a regular thing or was just one night can be determined later. maybe one catches feelings or not.

old friends ( open to a few ) ;; maybe they were friends in their younger years or met at university, but somehow, they fell apart. maybe she did something stupid and drove them away (could be fun for plotting purposes).

party buddies ( open to a few ) ;; she isn’t one to say no to a night of drinks and partying that leads to her regretting in the morning. just know she is ready for night 2 if they are prepared as long as she has a babysitter ready to go.

enemies ( open to one ) ;; however these enemies became known to each other can be determined later, but either way, they dislike / hate each other. maybe its clashing attitudes, old academic rivals, or they know she has a mask on.

unlikely pals ( open to one ) ;; she is always up late, either reading or doing something for work/family. maybe they meet up to talk, eat, or maybe no talking happens and they enjoy the company to not be alone while each does their own thing. when others see them together, they think its weird.

book connections ( open to a few ) ;; so she damn sure does love books. i’d love for her to have some close buds that that she can talk about books with. maybe they have a book club of sorts or just recommend titles to each other either way its just a bunch of book nerds.

honestly anything else you can think of, i’m down for!!

[ilyricshub]

Gillako Shiva Lyrics - Vedha | Mangli

#GillakoShiva #Vedha #Mangli #ShivaRajkumar #vNagendraPrasad #ArjunJanya

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Neendraan Ni Aandiyaan Lyrics - Aparshakti Khurana

#NeendraanNiAandiyaan #AparshaktiKhurana

[gctchell]

@arachnaemboss asked: 👄 ( carmilla for zee? 👀 )

send a ‘👄 + character name’ and my muse will talk about that character || 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌

"Zestial is one of the wisest souls that I have had the greatest pleasure of becoming well-acquainted with; he is a reputable gentleman who has crossed the spans of time and stands firm for it, and that is not an easy accomplishment in Hell. The older a soul grows in Hell, the easier it is to become derelict, especially in a chosen solitary lifestyle, which is the case for many of the eldest ages."

Carmilla has witnessed good portions of Sinners from older ages dating back to triple digit years withdraw from society all together and hole up somewhere else in Hell - let it be Pride, or let it be a Ring that they have managed to escape to and sequester themselves within. Many have left, having felt as though they stood in a river that had become far too quickly paced for them to be able to keep up with - the older one gets, the swifter time moves, and modernity slows for no one, and neither does society. The sensation of becoming lost within the day and age is so easy. You beat to a different drum at certain phases, you feel it in your head. No soul is spared that. A week passes so quickly in your twenties, a decade is gone in a blink in your hundreds. That is something the Weapons Dealer hears very often, and in spite of all that, Zestial remains.

Zestial has always remained.

Alive and dead now, Carmilla has never had a someone like him before, and now, with as much history that has come under their collective belt, he is her oldest and most dear companion and ally. He is family. He is her heart.

"I have not known a more intelligent man in my life and death, he is.."

"an incredible man." Beautiful. Graceful. "He is elegant and has the natural elegance that I think nobility itself would envy. He is.." a masterpiece given motion. The depth of music given sound. The Great Spider with a webs of peridot and topaz. "pleasurable company. I could not be more proud to be considered amongst his circle."

[calamity-calliope]

Meet the Amicable Pawnbroker!

You find him in his tent, playing tunes from the carousel at Mrs. Plenty’s on a pretty little calliope, much smaller, of course, than the one mounted to his ship. He regards you with a big smile and invites you to take a seat, pausing his music to pour you a cup of peppermint tea. He loves peppermint. The scent of it permeates his space to the point where it takes all your willpower not to gag. But the Pawnbroker is happy to see you. His smile is almost blinding. Face to face with him, now, you get a much clearer picture of the man.

He appears to be in his mid-thirties, definitely human, as far as you can tell. Dressed particularly zailor-ish and dark-spectacled. He speaks to you with a pronounced vernacular, which slowly devolves into a slurry lilt the more he rambles. Golly, does he love to talk! Every time you cast your gaze to a random item on the floor, or on a shelf, he chimes in with a story about how he got ahold of it, or who sold it to him. He speaks constantly and amiably of his fellows at the Docks, even though he himself hardly seems like the rough-and-tumble archetype of the zailor. Quite the opposite, in fact.

He shows you some “magic tricks” (picking your pockets when you aren’t paying attention) that he knows and is quick with a joke, even if they are bad. He even allows you to try out his calliope. You aren’t very good at it, and your playing is particularly ugly on such an innocent-sounding instrument, but he’s swift to assure you and even offers to give you lessons. 

You swap anecdotes, zee-stories, and cautionary tales. He gives some details of his personal life; he’s only been zailing for a few years now, and he took to it in the first place as a way to find temporary escape from the revolutionaries who kept smashing his windows. He shows you some scars he’s collected over the course of his travels, and fills you in on all the best spots to do business. At one point, he sets his walking stick aside and pulls a guitar from seemingly out of nowhere. “This next portion of my story I shall regale to you musically.”

Oh, there will be none of that. It’s time to go. The Pawnbroker is thoroughly delighted by your company. He hands you a parting gift (for free!): shards of ruby-red salvage-glass he’d pulled up from the zee near Grand Geode, carefully and intricately carved into dazzling elliptical shapes and strung on a chain of crimson glass beads.

You look from him, to the glass, then back to him. He is smiling.

[eurovision-revisited]

Eurovision 2003 - Number 44 - Aletia Bourne - "Wanna Be the One"

There was something going on in 2003 between the UK and the Netherlands. First one of the finalists in the UK defected into the Nationaal Songfestival at the last minute, withdrawing from A Song from Europe. Then there's Aletia Bourne.

She's not a household name, or even a credited name, but she's part of UK music history as she was one of the main backing vocalists used by Stock, Aitken and Waterman and their production company. In the 1990s she even had a couple of singles under her own name, produced by Mike Stock and Matt Aitken.

Then in 2003, suddenly, she's in Heat 1 of the Dutch Nationaal Songfestival with what sounds like a British pop hit. Why not A Song for Europe Aletia? It feels like the music industry deserted the UKs Eurovision delegation en masse. I don't know if there was something going on behind the scenes, perhaps as a reaction to the treatment of Zee in 2002, but the pickings in the UK in 2003 are thin and UK artists are trying out for other countries with big national finals.

Wanna Be the One is a straight-forward, and catchy pop song. It's exactly the sort of thing that would have appeared in the UK charts at the time. Lightweight, happy, with staccato synth hits through the verse, an intriguing pre-chorus and a sing-a-along chorus. Aletia is a confident singer with good backing too. She does lack some energy on stage and her presence is a little flat - but the song is definitely something I think that could have easily won A Song for Europe but there we go.

It was good enough for the juries to place it 2nd in the heat - in a qualification position. However the televote weren't convinced. Maybe the full on UK themed intro put them of. Aletia came a clear 8th and last with the public and so she didn't make the final.

This was Aletia's only attempt at qualifying for Eurovision (but not the last time for various members of Stock, Aitken and Waterman...) and her musical career continued in a similar vein subsequently, working as a studio backing singer with some more attempts to work on material with Stock and Aitken. She also worked as a lounge singer around the north-west of England.

[chinanewsindia]

Indian student represented his culture in China through his music

Hasan Ansari, an Indian medical (MBBS) student living in Qiqihar Heilongjiang, China. He has created a lot of buzz with his songs. He has given hits in many shows of Qiqihar Medical University. People claim that whenever he performs on any show, it gets hyped. the views come in abundance. Without him, the game is no fun because his music brings life to the gathering.

Recently, after Covid 2023 it was Eid x Tamil New Year Show , so he gave a very good performance which was amazing.

When he sang the song it was so melodious as if a recorded song was playing, that moment was a vibe and that is considered to be the biggest hit performance of that gathering.

When some Chinese heard his songs and saw him performing in the university, Hasan Ansari started getting many collaboration requests and Chinese people also became very interested in making songs with him.

Then what was it that Ammar Mughal did with him in his latest podcast, a lot of things came to light which were unheard that Hasan Ansari did not like to sing in English and he did not have that much command over the English language, so he asked the university For the first time, he participated in the English Song Competition and defeated the English best singer of the university , and achieved this title by winning the 1st Winner of English Song Storm Award.

This is a big achievement for Hasan Ansari that an artist who does not even know about English songs is winning the first title today from someone who is the best English singer than Hasan Ansari Because Hasan told that if a person has even a little talent, but if he does not lack confidence and is not one of those who accept defeat, then he can win everywhere.

Because Hasan considers Raftaar as his idol and is inspired by him and has also worked with Raftaar in an album named Mr. Nair which has been released under Zee Music Company and Hasan has written 3-4 songs in it. Which was released around the covid time of 2020 and achieved 200 million streams on Spotify.

And he also participated in a cultural event held in Chinese University and he has won the hearts of everyone in qiqihar but to come here at this young age by working hard to be featured on such a big platform with an artist like Raftaar who is one of the finest rapper in Bollywood.

Hasan told that why he chose the music field, when he listened to music in his childhood, so music started flowing in his veins and he wrote many songs. He is claiming that he has 200+ songs already written. People's expectation from Hasan is to listen to his songs because now he has reached the stage of progress, so now he has to move ahead and make his career in music and medical field as he told in the podcast.

But as he has told that after completing his degree, he will start releasing his unreleased songs and he has a lot of collaborations to do, that too will be seen in the future and like the new generation will get to hear some fresh music which will be different taste which changes the whole scene because Hasan Ansari's way of making songs is absolutely unique, he had made such a composition and song which was a hip hop commercial song, after listening to which even the artists of Raftaar and Kalamkar were stunned.

He has produced and composed Raftaar's hit songs like Damn, Drama, Sick, etc. which are worthy of praise and will be written on the pages of history whenever Hasan Ansari is mentioned.

So know more about Hasan Ansari in his latest podcast by Ammar Mughal’s THE MOST UNFILTERED SWAGSTAR which is out on YouTube.

https://youtu.be/YgalX6fi5CI?si=WvoKDcZz2HTSCjQ7