It happens only in b’wood
Rosy roti: The current popularity of a film personality can be estimated from the number and the sizes of the flower baskets, orchid arrangements and even Bonzai pots received from the stroke of midnight on the B-day. Florists submit salgirah dates on cyclostyled sheets to the film fraternity. From what I’ve evidenced, Karan Johar receives the highest number (are Guinness Bookwallas listening?).
Finding the knit-worth
The nomad has returned. On an impulse, for over a month, Chintan Upadhyay the iconoclastic artist, was leapfrogging between Hungary, Poland, Netherlands and Slovakia.
Inspiring fable of a kite-flying boy
Smile on. The knee-high boy is one helluva smarty-pants, pinching a Rs 50 note from right under the nose of his meany-beany uncle. An orphan, he’s woken up early to brush his teeth with the remains of a toothpaste tube and goes around his menial work in a junkshop, behaving as if life was one big sugar-coated jujube. No complaints, no self-pity, no worries. Way to be, kiddo.
Living in a fool’s paradise
This is no national secret. Promotions – or publicity campaigns – have become as essential to the Bollywood movies as raw stock, camera and editing consoles. No pre-release buzz, no super or even duper hit.
Living in a fool’s paradise
This is no national secret. Promotions – or publicity campaigns – have become as essential to the Bollywood movies as raw stock, camera and editing consoles. No pre-release buzz, no super or even duper hit.
When three is company
Hi hi, kiss kiss, bye bye. He’s a love machine of sorts, chasing skirts, sarongs, but never saris (not yet).
India’s original strongman with a heart of gold
He was boss. His cardboard cut-outs, crouched to kick-bash his opponents, were as much a part of the Mumbaiscape as the bare-chested vinyl posters of Salman Khan today.
India’s original strongman with a heart of gold
He was boss. His cardboard cut-outs, crouched to kick-bash his opponents, were as much a part of the Mumbaiscape as the bare-chested vinyl posters of Salman Khan today.
Waiting with dread
What a hullabaloo! There’s so much tumult going about the centennial celebrations of Indian cinema to be observed in May next year. Dadasaheb Phalke’s Raja Harischandra was first shown to a select audience in Mumbai and then to the public, in 1913.
Waiting with dread
What a hullabaloo! There’s so much tumult going about the centennial celebrations of Indian cinema to be observed in May next year. Dadasaheb Phalke’s Raja Harischandra was first shown to a select audience in Mumbai and then to the public, in 1913.