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Subrat SaurabhAuthor of Kuch Woh PalSukumar Mandalika is a retired engineer-consultant by profession, with a lifetime of experience in reputed Indian private organisations. A writer by passion, he has all his life been unabashedly addicted to Hindi films and music. He has recently relocated from his hometown Madras to the marvellous city of Bengaluru, along with his wife Padmavathy. Read More...
Sukumar Mandalika is a retired engineer-consultant by profession, with a lifetime of experience in reputed Indian private organisations. A writer by passion, he has all his life been unabashedly addicted to Hindi films and music. He has recently relocated from his hometown Madras to the marvellous city of Bengaluru, along with his wife Padmavathy.
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Youth . . . like Spring, it is an ethereal, exhilarating and enchanting season that favours each one of us just once. Like Time, it never lasts long enough, its succulence slipping away silently and stealthily. Like Mother Nature, it lets you be your own teacher of right and wrong. Like Desire, it leaves you yearning for more, never to return.
Youth, at more than half of its population, is the very arbitrator of India’s destiny today. There are you
Youth . . . like Spring, it is an ethereal, exhilarating and enchanting season that favours each one of us just once. Like Time, it never lasts long enough, its succulence slipping away silently and stealthily. Like Mother Nature, it lets you be your own teacher of right and wrong. Like Desire, it leaves you yearning for more, never to return.
Youth, at more than half of its population, is the very arbitrator of India’s destiny today. There are youth for whom life is a joy ride of pomp and selfish pleasure. Then, there are youth for whom life is a gruelling journey of toil and turmoil.
And then, there are the 3-D girls . . . Devika, Damini & Deeksha!
An orphanage in a sleepy town of India.
A predatory politician drunk on power.
An outraged inmate and her retributive justice.
Her unexpected drifting into a different world.
And her exploits there that are anything but commonplace.
“I, ANAMIKA . . .” is an emotional, adventurous journey into the diabolical yet delectable world of politics. Come, fasten your seat belt and enjoy the ride!
An orphanage in a sleepy town of India.
A predatory politician drunk on power.
An outraged inmate and her retributive justice.
Her unexpected drifting into a different world.
And her exploits there that are anything but commonplace.
“I, ANAMIKA . . .” is an emotional, adventurous journey into the diabolical yet delectable world of politics. Come, fasten your seat belt and enjoy the ride!
India is home to almost every religion in the world, each practised by its own set of believers. But two religions are practised, indeed celebrated, by all Indians across the length and breadth of the country all the time . . . cricket and cinema.
Indian cinema is 100 years old. 105 years, to be exact, since Dadasaheb Phalke made India’s first full length silent film Raja Harishchandra in 1913.
Sound entered the s
India is home to almost every religion in the world, each practised by its own set of believers. But two religions are practised, indeed celebrated, by all Indians across the length and breadth of the country all the time . . . cricket and cinema.
Indian cinema is 100 years old. 105 years, to be exact, since Dadasaheb Phalke made India’s first full length silent film Raja Harishchandra in 1913.
Sound entered the silent movie when Ardeshir Irani made India’s first talkie film Alam Ara in 1931.
Sound brought into movies that magical potent, that elixir craved for by entertainment seeking audiences of all ages, all classes . . . . . MUSIC!
This book showcases some of Bollywood’s immortal music melodies from 1950 to 2010 that have stood the test of Time. And the people behind them.
Come, let’s take a trip DOWN BOLLYWOOD STREET, ON MELODY BEAT!
Youth . . . like Spring, it is an ethereal, exhilarating and enchanting season that favours each one of us just once. Like Time, it never lasts long enough, its succulence slipping away silently and stealthily. Like Mother Nature, it lets you be your own teacher of right and wrong. Like Desire, it leaves you yearning for more, never to return.
Youth, at more than half of its population, is the very arbitrator of India’s destiny today. There are you
Youth . . . like Spring, it is an ethereal, exhilarating and enchanting season that favours each one of us just once. Like Time, it never lasts long enough, its succulence slipping away silently and stealthily. Like Mother Nature, it lets you be your own teacher of right and wrong. Like Desire, it leaves you yearning for more, never to return.
Youth, at more than half of its population, is the very arbitrator of India’s destiny today. There are youth for whom life is a joy ride of pomp and selfish pleasure. Then, there are youth for whom life is a gruelling journey of toil and turmoil.
And then, there are the 3-D girls . . . Devika, Damini & Deeksha!
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