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1812

Very popular in Russia for obvious reasons, 1812 is one of Tchaikovsky's most famous compositions. I liked the overture and polonaise. The rest is noise.

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saurabh said…
Have you heard "DUS BAHANE" on full volume. This is one track which decimates all your 1812s, 1912s and infinities. Give it a try.
Deepanjan said…
Can't downgrade myself that much!
Vivek said…
1812 belongs to 1812. It's 2005 for God's sake!
Deepanjan said…
Would you exist in the present if u weren't born in the past?
saurabh said…
Ya, we were born in past but we moved on to the present.
uski aankhon be baatein, baaton me jaadoo....
Deepanjan said…
Bollywood ought not be so pervasive.

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