That is the only entry that matters.
So the deepest piece is this: The Index of Ishaqzaade is blank. And on that blankness, written in ash and blood, is one line: "Hum jiyenge ya marenge... par yahan se jaana nahi." (We will live or die... but we are not leaving from here.) Index Of Ishaqzaade
The phrase "Index of Ishaqzaade" is a striking contradiction. An index implies order, listing, categorization—a冷静, archival logic. Ishaqzaade (literally "children of love," but in Hindi cinema, shorthand for volatile, rebellious lovers) implies chaos, fire, blood, and the obliteration of boundaries. That is the only entry that matters