Chalte Chalte (2003 Film) - Music

Music

Chalte Chalte (2003 film)
Soundtrack album by Jatin Lalit & Aadesh Shrivastava
Released 2003
Genre Feature film soundtrack
Length 44:28
Label T-Series
Jatin Lalit chronology
"Waah! Tera Kya Kehna"
(2002)
"Chalte Chalte"
(2003)
"Haasil"
(2003)
Aadesh Shrivastava chronology
"Kash Aap Hamare Hote"
(2003)
"Chalte Chalte"
(2003)
"Baghban"
(2003)
Professional ratings
Review scores
Source Rating
Bollywood Hungama

The music of the film has been conducted by the duo Jatin-Lalit and Aadesh Shrivastava.

Joginder Tuteja of Bollywood Hungama gave the album 3 stars and stated "Chalte Chalte is a romantic album that should go well with both class as well as mass".

# Song Artist Lyrics Composer Length
1 "Chalte Chalte" Alka Yagnik & Abhijeet Bhattacharya Abhijeet Bhattacharya Jatin-Lalit 06:33
2 "Tauba Tumhare Yeh Ishaare" Alka Yagnik & Abhijeet Bhattacharya Abhijeet Bhattacharya Jatin-Lalit 05:15
3 "Layi Ve Na Gaye" Sukhwinder Singh Babbu Maan Jatin-Lalit 05:44
4 "Gum Shuda" Sonu Nigam Abhijeet Bhattacharya Aadesh Shrivastava 05:00
5 "Dagariya Chalo" Alka Yagnik & Udit Narayan Abhijeet Bhattacharya Jatin-Lalit 06:16
6 "Chalte Chalte - Instrumental" Abhijeet Bhattacharya Jatin-Lalit 04:57
7 "Suno Na Suno Na" Abhijeet Bhattacharya Abhijeet Bhattacharya Aadesh Shrivastava 05:20
8 "Tujhpar Gagan Se" Sukhwinder Singh, Preity, Pinky Abhijeet Bhattacharya Aadesh Shrivastava 05:23

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