Posts Tagged ‘Memories’

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    Y2K, The Decade that was… Part 1
    The last year, 2010 of this decade is about to take flight. And while we all at PFC and numerous other sites, blogs and boards dedicated towards the passion for cinema, are talking, discussing, trashing, uplifting, ditching, or fucking up movies and movie professionals and anything related to cinema, very few have had the chance to take a pause, a breather and look at...
    by oz at November 6th, 2009 at 12:11 pm
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    Paul McCartney: My Emosional Atyachar
    (Gonna get unashamedly emotional and still strive to give you a straight, reportorial account of the first..and I’d like to think the most magical interview..of my life). “She’s some lady,” he said, rolling his powder blue eyes heavenwards. “Ooooh, she’s mean. How can she do this?” That was Paul McCartney talking about Mrs Indira Gandhi at Santacruz airport...
    by Khalid Mohamed at October 27th, 2009 at 09:10 am
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    Ashok Kumar… forget him not
    (Image: Ashok Kumar with Nutan) October 13. It was the 98th birth anniversary of Ashok Kumar on Tuesday. No one noticed. His family said, without an element of surprise, “What did you expect? Only one Gujarati newspaper carried a week-long series on him.” Like it not Gen Next, too, does not know of the sheer artistry of Dadamoni, the most clean-hearted actor I have...
    by Khalid Mohamed at October 13th, 2009 at 08:10 am
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    Two anecdotes on Ray
    These are two anecdotes on Satyajit Ray. Professor Subodh Chandra Sengupta was a famous professor of English literature of Calcutta’s hallowed institution , the Presidency College. From his autobiography “Te hi no dibasa gota” in Bangla I got this gem. One evening, in the early 1950’s Professor Sengupta was taking a walk in Maidan, Calcutta’s lungs. He met his...
    by Biswa Prasun Chatterji at August 5th, 2009 at 08:08 am
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    Remember those times – Sankat ‘mochan’ City
    Remember those times when you dreamt of making a film that will devour the audience from its first frame… Remember those times when you dreamt of taking the viewers to a joyride that will catapult them from one crest to another with the alacrity of a roller coaster… Remember those times when you vowed after watching an imperfectly paced film that the film you make...
    by Nirad Baran Bhattacharjee at July 9th, 2009 at 12:07 am
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    Back to Miranda Junction..
    Life has its own, unique, way of bringing up memories. It’s lovely when it does. Catching up with an old chum at a get-together. Revisiting the classrooms where you studied as a kid. Flipping through the yellowing pages in your old diary. Brushing the sticky dust off the framed old photographs on the wall. But it’s even better when the whole thing strikes you unexpectedly....
    by Rahul Surendran at July 5th, 2009 at 08:07 am
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    Caught in Prosopamnesia
    Having a good memory is a pain This is not a review. This is a post about few movies I have seen long time ago and for some reasons could not forget. May be because I was premature ten years ago and the movies were complex for me to decipher, these movies had an unforgettable impact on me. Presently, I can only recollect the basic storyline and remember few isolated...
    by ~uh~™ at June 29th, 2009 at 11:06 am
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    Guest Blogger Anupam Kher : My Tryst with Michael Jackson
    Fans in the Eastern Hemisphere have woken up today to the tragic news of the demise of Michael Jackson some hours ago. And as his millions of fans react first with shock, then grief, at the passing away of one of the greatest icons of pop music, for many who have had a brush with him, it is time to recollect their personal memories. My story goes back quite some time...
    by PFCdesktop at June 26th, 2009 at 12:06 pm
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    Memories down the movie lane – 2
    It was our third or fourth movie. Anarkali. Starring Pradeep Kumar and Bina Roy. Now here was an actress who actually was a family relative. But our mom used to explain and tell us about her as if she knew her and met her every day of her life. Once in a while maybe but everyday! And I wonder why didn’t mom become a story writer or an actor to portray such believable...
    by granma at June 16th, 2009 at 11:06 am
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