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New stars in Indian cricket
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In the 17 matches of IPL, India got two future stars, one a bowling sensation, the other a batting threat. Mayank Yadav and Angkrish Raghuvanshi have got two stars in IPL 2024. The talent between these two has been shown in the IPL. Due to this, these two are being called the future stars of Indian cricket.
Talk by Mayank Yadav:
From Rian Parag to Abhishek Sharma, IPL has produced many good Indian players. But at this moment, Mayank Yadav and Angkrish Raghuvanshi are the talk of the town. Mayank Yadav is playing for Lucknow Super Giants. He was picked up by Lucknow Super Giants for Rs 20 lakh in 2023. But he got an opportunity in 2024 and made the most of it.
He played his first match in IPL 2024 against Punjab Kings. In it, 3 big batsmen have been sent back after giving 27 runs in 4 overs. In this match he surprised everyone by bowling at a speed of 155.8 km per hour. He then bowled at 156.7 km per hour against RCB. Players like Jonny Bairstow, Glenn Maxwell and Cameron Greene have been stunned by his bowling. Now Mayank has taken 6 wickets in 2 matches in IPL 2024 so he is in contention for Purple Cap.
Strong Performance by Angkrish Raghuvanshi:
In the Under-19 Cricket World Cup in 2022, Angkrish Raghuvanshi was the highest run-scorer in the Indian cricket team. Further, KKR picked him up for Rs 20 lakh in the IPL 2024 auction. He made his regular debut against Kolkata Knight Riders against Delhi Capitals. He batted a strong 54 runs off 27 balls in these matches.
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#Suryakumar Yadav Injury Update: Star Batter Declared Fit By NCA To Play For Mumbai Indians? Read Here | Cricket News #TATAIPL #IPL24
#IPL24 # India and MI’s star middle-order batter Suryakumar Yadav has been declared fit to play by the National Cricket Academy (NCA) in Bengaluru for the upcoming Mumbai Indians vs Delhi Capitals match at the Wankhede Stadium on Sunday (April 7). Surya will return to cricket action after three months of recovery and rehab at the NCA. The BCCI and staff at NCA did not want to risk the batter’s…
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don-lichterman · 2 years
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Disney Star News: Disney Star acquires Cricket Australia media rights for seven years for $280 million
Disney Star News: Disney Star acquires Cricket Australia media rights for seven years for $280 million
Disney Star has outbid Sony Pictures Networks India (SPN) to pick up media rights of Cricket Australia (CA) for the next seven years for around $280 million, a person directly aware of the development said. This includes both television and digital rights, as well as clips and other footage, for the Indian subcontinent. The Australian cricket board is likely to make an official announcement this…
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justsomerandomfanfic · 2 months
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Hii!
I was wondering if I could request a romantic matchup? I really love your writing! I’d love it from Star Wars or marvel ( both if you’re feeling particular nice but either one will do)
My pronouns are she/her and I would like to be matched with a man.
A little bit about me: I love psychology and literature and I’m a very big family person.
I love to read and write the occasional poetry. I loveeee dogs ( I have one right now) and I’m pretty funny.
I get pretty self conscious, but on the off days I’m not in kinda like the life of the party and I’m very hyper sensitive to people emotions and reactions.
I’d say I’m pretty smart and focused; and if I have a goal in mind I almost always get it done. I tend to be a little hard on myself but I’m working on it and o have a really sassy streak.
I love making people laugh and feeling included; but I’m still searching for my ‘person’ yk? I’d say I’m pretty smart and sorted and I love trying new things.
I’m pretty spontaneous and I love my culture (I’m Indian) a lot. My favourite tv shows are friends and Brooklyn 99 because I love things that make me laugh; and my secret pleasure is that I loose soft toys.
My love language is definitely physical touch and words of affirmation, and I love talking to people about anything.
My favourite artists are Taylor swift, one direction, Sabrina carpenter and Gracie abrams to name a few and I’m really into cricket and f1!
Yeah that’s a little bit abt me hehe; thank you ik advance !!
Here ya go! I always do all listed fandoms, (my longest matchup request was 10!) they are never a burden to do and always fun so I don't mind doing them! You are free to even request more too. Anyhoo, I hope you like your matchups! <3333
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Star Wars;
Han Solo:
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🌙 You met Han before he met Obi-Wan and before he met Luke; just maybe a couple of months before - though, you weren't a bounty hunter or anything, you were just doing your own thing
🌙 For some reason, the two of you worked together, traveling space together - you and Han work well together - though you and him sometimes butt heads - you get the work done; somewhere down the line, you and Han became a thing
🌙 You and Han, when not bounty hunting, you and Han chillax. Resting in the Falcon, you reading while Han fidgets around with some tech that he's trying to fix - though sometimes if you have no more books to read, Han is more than willing to teach you how to fly the Falcon, (he probably won't let your fly all the time, maybe if there is an emergency, but it's fun overall)
🌙 Han is always there to listen to you - he'd be a good listener - just sitting down somewhere together in the Falcon, just listening to you talk about literally everything and everything; this chatting will probably lead to cuddling, maybe even a nap
🌙 You and Han are a pretty powerful couple, the both of you are persistent and do what you can to get what you want - it's hard for the other bounty hunters to track you both down; you always run away scott-free, hand in hand, your laughter ringing throughout the air
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Marvel;
Matt Murdock:
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😈 You actually met Matt when you were called to the stand as the Psychologist in some smaller-lesser known crime court thing - Matt though, when he heard you speak, he was like (★‿★)
😈 After the case thing, and though he could see in a cooler/different way, he was able to follow your voice as you spoke to someone outside the courthouse - he may have slightly spooked you, and you may have been a bit nervous, but when Matt complimented you about your knowledge and how impressed he was; well, swoon
😈 Once official, which may have taken some time, you and Matt move in together and you did a lot together - going to the gym, and listening to your favorite music
😈 A lot of cuddling, just staying up at night - when Matt's not fighting crime - staying up at night together, playing with each other's hands, soft music playing in the background, whispering sweet nothings to each other
😈 And if you're feeling down, Matt will be there for you, trying to soothe you, but if you want some alone time, Matt is more than willing to give you some time and space - he'd probably just go out and fight a baddie, and bring Chinese food home when he does
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beardedmrbean · 4 months
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Indian Prime Minister Narendra Modi has inaugurated a grand temple to Hindu god Ram in the flashpoint city of Ayodhya.
He said it heralded "a new era" for India - the temple replaces a 16th-Century mosque torn down by Hindu mobs in 1992, sparking riots in which nearly 2,000 people died.
Top film stars and cricketers were among guests at the event in Ayodhya.
But some Hindu seers and most of the opposition boycotted it, saying Mr Modi was using it for political gain.
General elections are due in India in the next few months and Mr Modi's political rivals say the governing Bharatiya Janata Party (BJP) will be seeking votes in the temple's name in a country where 80% of the population is Hindu.
Critics have also accused the government of exploiting a religious celebration in a country which - according to its constitution - is secular. For Muslims, India's biggest minority, the event evoked fear and painful memories, members of the community in Ayodhya told the BBC in the run-up to Monday's ceremony.
Televised live, it showed Mr Modi performing religious rituals inside the temple's sanctum along with priests and Mohan Bhagwat, head of the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh (RSS) - the ideological fountainhead of Hindu nationalist parties.
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"Today's date will go down in history," Mr Modi said after the event. "After years of struggle and countless sacrifices, Lord Ram has arrived [home]. I want to congratulate every citizen of the country on this historic occasion."
The temple has been constructed at a cost of $217m (£170m), funded from private donations. Only the ground floor was opened - the rest is expected to be completed by the end of the year. The construction work is part of a revamp for the city, estimated to cost more than $3bn.
The building of the Ram temple in Ayodhya fulfils a decades-long Hindu nationalist pledge. Many Hindus believe the Babri mosque was built by Muslim invaders on the ruins of a temple where the Hindu god was born.
The movement to build the temple helped propel the BJP into political prominence in the 1990s.
There was a festive atmosphere as tens of thousands of chanting Hindu devotees waved flags and beat drums - military helicopters showered flower petals on the temple. Saffron flags with pictures of Lord Ram line streets in the city festooned with marigolds, as do banners with the faces of Mr Modi and Uttar Pradesh Chief Minister Yogi Adityanath.
Some of India's biggest celebrities, including Bollywood star Amitabh Bachchan and cricketer Sachin Tendulkar, attended.
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Transforming a flashpoint holy city into the ‘Hindu Vatican’
In many other northern cities Hindus lit lamps, and saffron flags carrying images of Ram are fluttering on rooftops, including in several parts of Delhi. Cinemas screened the event, and big screens relayed pictures from Ayodhya to town squares and residential neighbourhoods.
The ceremony, called Pran Pratishtha, which loosely translates from Sanskrit into "establishment of life force", lasted about an hour. Hindus believe that chanting mantras and performing rituals around a fire will infuse sacred life in an idol or a photograph of a deity.
Several domestic TV stations built huge sets by the side of the river Saryu, a tributary of the Ganges, just behind the temple, and provided wall-to-wall coverage of the event, some proclaiming the moment of consecration as the start of "Ram Rajya" (Lord Ram's rule) in India.
Hindus celebrated the inauguration in other countries too. Massive billboards of Lord Ram graced Times Square in New York, where a group of devotees braved the freezing weather to gather in the middle of the night.
Temples all across the United Kingdom - where Indians are one of the largest diaspora groups - marked the event. Colourful posters had been shared inviting devotees to honour the occasion and celebrations involved flowers, sweets and music. There were also some celebrations in Muslim-majority Dubai - where Indians are a significant population - but from Indian news reports these appeared more muted than elsewhere.
In 2019, the Supreme Court gave the disputed land to Hindus after a protracted legal battle followed the mosque's demolition. Muslims were given a plot outside the city for a mosque but have yet to build one.
One member of the community the BBC spoke to in Ayodhya ahead of Monday's inauguration agreed that Hindus have the right to build the temple after the Supreme Court gave them the site.
"We did not accept that decision happily, but what can we do," he said. Another man said he was happy Hindus are building the temple - "but we are also sad because it was built after destroying a mosque".
The new three-storey temple - made with pink sandstone and anchored by black granite - stretches across 7.2 acres in a 70-acre complex. A 51-inch (4.25-ft) statue of the deity, specially commissioned for the temple, was unveiled last week. The idol has been placed on a marble pedestal in the sanctum sanctorum.
Thousands of police were deployed for Monday's event, despite Mr Modi having appealed to pilgrims not to turn up and to watch the ceremony on television. In many states a full or half day holiday was called, with schools and colleges closed and stock markets shut.
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But a sour note was struck with some top religious seers saying that as the temple was not yet complete, it was against Hinduism to perform the rituals there, and many opposition leaders deciding to stay away.
Some opposition-ruled states also announced their own plans for the day - West Bengal Chief Minister Mamata Banerjee said she would pray at the iconic temple to goddess Kali in Kolkata and then lead an all-faith rally. The eastern state of Odisha (Orissa) unveiled huge plans to bring pilgrims to the Jagannath temple in Puri, one of the holiest sites for Hindus.
Authorities say they expect more than 150,000 visitors per day once the temple in Ayodhya is fully ready.
To accommodate this expected rush, new hotels are being built and existing ones spruced up as part of a major makeover and in recent weeks, a new airport and railway station have opened.
Officials say they are building a "world-class city where people come as pilgrims and tourists", but many local people have told the BBC that their homes, shops and "structures of religious nature" have been either completely or partially demolished to expand roads and set up other facilities.
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tubul-taylorsversion · 5 months
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my forever fixations (changes will be added.)
sitcoms (b99, modern family, bbt, himym, the office, friends)
benedict cucumberpatch and martin freeman (sherlock bbc, lord of the rings, the hobbit etc.)
ghosts&vampires&blood&sadists&gore&darkacademia&haunted places (frankenstein, jekyll and hyde)
english schoolgirls in the not creepy way (wild child, enid blyton boarding school books)
harry potter
neil gaiman (coraline)
true crime
granada holmes
star trek and star wars in no particular order
spock
taylor swift and old washed up rock bands
pheobe effing bridgers
gracie abrams
kill her, freak out - samia
therese dreaming and maya hawke
art
raft of medusa
travelling
nerdinators
nerf guns
spy kids
peppa pig and ben and holly and gaston and nanny plum
emma chamberlain's fashion choices
the grisly origins of fairy tales
101 dalmations' original cruella deville.
horrid henry, captain underpants and phineas and ferb
LEGOOOO
evermore and folklore
lore by aaron manke
neurosurgery
fashun
crime podcasts
the history of mad hatters
interesting things to research about
indian royalty history
transylvania
Elizabeth Báthory (the blood countess)
agatha christie and miss marple
puzzle solving but i'm terrible at it (i’m awesome, i’m trying to be humble)
a deepening disgust at mortal fascination with each other.
aliens
d&d
mathematics
Lockwood and Co.
The sisters grimm
Land of stories
middle grade horror and fantasy books
my instagram threads account
tumblr shitposts
tumblr in general
pjo (ex induced)
scarlet and ivy
THE WELLS AND WONG DETECTIVE SOCIETY (robin stevens ily)
young adult dark fantasy without romance (check point 46)
my goodreads account
ada lovelace
franz kafka, virginia woolf.
my spotify playlists (ethel cain i love u)
joan of arc
rosalind franklin
ted ed videos
witch hunts in scotland and salem.
zoroastrian burials
sherlock and watson
my pinterest
amrita shergill
CRISPR
old disney shows
cricket and india's victory in WC in '83
jhansi ki rani
my childhood tv shows
my yt history
video essays
shane and ryan (watcher or buzzfeed unsolved)
chronically online
jude bellingham
Carlos sainz
a dreaded feeling of separation.
Elsa Schiaparelli
the kelly
monaco
f1
aux en provence
ireland
my artemis fowl phase
harry potter
wales
ryan reynolds and john krasinski
adam sandler movies and similar genres of shitty comedy
cobra kai and the karate kid
superheroes
spiderman variants
bucky and the falcon
charlize theron
vintage watches
conde nast traveller
delhi
benedict cucumberpatch
kristy thompson from the bsc
anne with an e
mr brightside
mitski
podcasts
the sixties, thirties and twentys
maggie smith (downtown abbey and loewe campaigns)
jane birkin
youtube fan edits
stranger things
the irregulars and haunting of hill house
gossip girl (fallacies and legacies)
meryl streep (mammia mia and the devil wears prada)
julie andrews (the sound of music, the princess diaries)
vintage movies
youtube short films and billy joel
the prisoner of azkaban
fred and george weasley and kili and fili
gandalf > dumbledore
margaret - ldr and jack antanoff
alicia and janet (the enid blyton cinematic universe)
sharon tate
my halloween blog 'gore'
arch digest house tours
new york because i'm just a girl
BBC SHERLOCK
Star Trek
the matrix
kill bill, fight club, dr. evil, ocean’s 11
The KJO cinematic universe
Nepo babies
Tim Burton
The Addams Family
Science
Biology
Physics
Chemistry
Mathematics x 2
Nerds
Conspiracy theories
Ethical research
female serial killers
elizabeth bathory
my spotify playlists
billy joel - piano man
youtube edits
saltburn
peppa pig & ben and holly
horrid henry
lost childhood animated tv shows
enid blyton boarding school books
british sitcoms (outnumbered)
house md
characters most like me list on charactour/ openpyschometrics.
the 2 IT zoya akhtar movies
special certain bollywood
teams in red - man united, carlos sainz in Ferrari and RCB.
Formula 1, Tennis, Football & Cricket
Batman&Alfred (Christopher Nolan version duh!)
Dark Knight’s aesthetic
old marvel and DC movies
Superhero Comics
Richard Feynman
Haunted castles
Halloween and Halloween costumes (the only right answer is switching between batman and darth Vader or my Pinterest board)
LEGO (lotr, Harry Potter, marvel and DC lego)
Batman, iron man, and dr strange
ford v ferrari
shang chi
fight club and kill bill
Zack and Cody and phineas and ferb
Karate kid and kung fu panda
karen from outnumbered
philomena cunk
Mercedes, Sebastian Vettel being a nerd and super awesome with pit overtakes, Brocedes + 2019 rookies and Maxiel
2012 grid and 2023 george russel t pose, twitch quartet
Good food and masterchef australia
LUCA
black swan
Cool nepo babies (case in point romy mars (director of the tiktok vodka pasta video & Gracie frikking abrams ily)
F2 and f3
Horror movies
Adam sandler movie genre I.e. the hangover, grown ups, etc.
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rishukumariworld-blog · 7 months
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India skipper Rohit Sharma bids emotional farewell to ‘Friends’ Actor Matthew Perry aka Chandler Bing
The unfortunate demise of renowned Hollywood actor Matthew Perry has taken aback the world. The star of the iconic television series “Friends” left an indelible mark on the hearts of millions. The news of his passing reverberated globally, not just amongst his fans but cinema admirers worldwide. Indian cricket team‘s skipper, Rohit Sharma, is one such admirer who paid a heartfelt tribute to…
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ciyapaofficial · 1 year
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Top 10 Bollywood Actresses In India Who Hit The List In 2022-2023
Bollywood has always been a source of entertainment and inspiration for millions in India and worldwide. With each passing year, the Indian film industry introduces new talent and showcases the talent of existing actors. In 2023, many Bollywood actresses have proven their mettle till now and won the hearts of audiences with their performances. 
In this blog, we will look at the Bollywood top 10 actresses in India who have hit the list in 2023. From seasoned veterans to emerging stars, these actresses have captivated audiences with their acting skills, charisma, and beauty, and continue to make a mark in the Indian film industry. Let's check out!!
Most Popular Bollywood Actresses In 2022-23
1. Deepika Padukone
Following her debut in Om Shanti Om alongside Bollywood's king, Shahrukh Khan, this actress rose to fame. She has three Filmfare Awards to her name. She is on the list of one of Bollywood's highest-paid actress figures in the nation and was included in Time magazine's 2018 list of the 100 influential people in the world. 
She is the offspring of renowned badminton player Prakash Padukone from India. When younger, Deepika also desired to play badminton for her country, but she gave up that dream in favour of a modelling career. Padukone made her Hollywood debut in the action film XXX: Return of Xander Cage (2017), co-starring with Vin Diesel.
2. Katrina Kaif
She is a stunning actress who gained notoriety for her powerful performance in the movie Boom. Her career has gone through several ups and downs since then. She performed admirably in several mainstream and vintage movies, winning her admirers' respect. She is a renowned Bollywood actress for her stunning physique, sensual appearance, and skin tone.
She has become one of the most beautiful Bollywood divas because of her amazing achievement in less than five years. She has been nominated for four Filmfare Awards. She started as a child model and has since made a name for herself in the industry. Kaif had a successful modelling & acting career in India.
3. Alia Bhatt
Alia Bhatt is one of the most sought-after actresses in Bollywood. She debuted in 2012 with the film "Student of the Year'' and has since delivered numerous hit films. In 2023, Alia continued to dominate the industry with her powerful performances and impressive box office records. She has been listed among Forbes India's Celebrity 100 since 2014. 
And in 2017 she was listed among Forbes Asia 30 Under 30. Her portrayal of Sita in the film "RRR'' was highly anticipated and received critical acclaim. She also starred in the film "Gangubai Kathiyawadi," where she played the lead role and received the title for the "Best Actress In Leading Role" in Dada Saheb Phalke Award Ceremony for her performance. 
Alia is known for her versatility and has proven her mettle in both commercial and critically acclaimed films, making her one of the most talented Bollywood actresses. 
4. Anushka Sharma
Anushka Sharma, is a former runway model, now an actor and producer. This Bollywood top actress made her acting debut in the 2008 movies "Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi'' and "Band Baaja Baaraat," for which she was nominated for a Filmfare Award for Best Actress in Both pictures. In a short period, Anushka Sharma rose to fame as an artist. She is a Filmfare Award winner.
NH10, Pari: Not a Fairy Tale and Phillauri are just a few of the productions that Sharma has worked on with Clean Slate Films, a company co-founded by her. She runs her women's clothing company, Nush, and supports several causes and organisations, such as animal rights and gender equality. 
The talented Indian cricketer Virat Kohli is Sharma's husband. She has received the People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals "Person of the Year'' award (PETA).
5. Shraddha Kapoor
She is from a Bollywood-connected family with a long history. Her first movie was Teen Patti, in which she acted alongside Amitabh Bachchan. Yet after "Aashiqui 2," which was adored by viewers, she had success in her life. This highest-paid Bollywood actress received a Filmfare Award nomination for Best Actress for Aashiqui 2. 
She is a well-known brand ambassador for numerous companies and goods. In addition to launching her apparel line in 2015, she also became associated with the effervescent beverage Shunya in 2021. Lakmé, Veet, Lipton, and Marico's Hair & Care, among other brands, are represented by this Bollywood top actress.
6. Kriti Sanon
Kriti Sanon is one of the hot Indian actresses in Bollywood. She won the Filmfare Award for Best Female Debut for the action-comedy she starred in as her first Bollywood film, Heropanti. 
Sanon has since starred in several financially successful films, Bareilly Ki Barfi, Luka Chuppi, Mimi, and Hum Do Hamare Do. Her highest-grossing films were the comedy-action romance Dilwale (2015) and, consequently, the comedy movie Housefull (2019).
7. Sara Ali Khan
Sara Ali Khan Pataudi is yet another highest-paid Bollywood actress. She was born on August 12, 1995. She was reared in the Pataudi dynasty and is the daughter of the actors' Amrita Singh and Saif Ali Khan. 
After graduating from Columbia University, Khan debuted in the 2018 movies Kedarnath and Simmba. This Bollywood actress won the Filmfare Award for Best Female Debut for the first of her critically and financially successful movies.
8. Kiara Advani
Any list of the most alluring Bollywood actresses does include Kiara Advani. She made her Bollywood debut in the 2014 movie Fugly. The Bollywood film M. S. Dhoni: The Untold Story helped her gain a following among fans. 
Among her best are the Bollywood movies Kabir Singh, Good Newz, Laxmii, and Shershaah. She ranked among top 10 most attractive Bollywood actresses in 2023 because of how talented and fashionable this hot Indian actress is.
9. Ananya Pandey
With roles in the comedy movies "Pati Patni Aur Woh" and the adolescent drama "Student of the Year 2", this Bollywood actress launched her acting career in 2019. These performances helped her win the Filmfare Award for Best Female Debut. She has since appeared in the romantic comedy Gehraiyaan (2022). 
10. Disha Patani
This Bollywood actress made her acting debut in Varun Tej's Loafer (2015), a Telugu movie, and gained notoriety for her performance in the sports biopic M.S. Dhoni: The Untold Story (2016). Following that, she appeared in the commercially successful Hindi flicks Baaghi 2 (2018) and Bharat and the Chinese action comedy Kung Fu Yoga (2017). (2019). 
Patani completed filming for her roles in Karan Johar's Yodha opposite Sidharth Malhotra and Mohit Suri's Ek Villain Returns alongside Tara Sutaria, Arjun Kapoor, and John Abraham. 
Conclusion
The world of Bollywood is home to some of the most talented and beautiful actresses in the industry. With each passing year, we witness new faces and fresh talent who capture the audience's hearts with their exceptional acting skills and stunning looks. 
The Bollywood top 10 actresses who hit the list in 2022 are blessed with beauty and immense talent that has won them millions of fans worldwide. With their hard work and dedication, these hot Indian actresses have managed to carve a niche for themselves in the competitive world of Bollywood, inspiring countless young women to pursue their dreams and make it big in the industry.
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The Beggar
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Sanjay hated India. He was Indian by birth, but had lived in the United States since the age of five and was an American citizen. He had become a wealthy entrepreneur in northern New Jersey, owner of a dozen apartment buildings, a chain of coffee shops, and two hotels. Although Hindi had been spoken in his home, he refused to speak it after the age of eight or so, and had long since forced every word of the language from his memory. He was proud to speak American English, not the clownish dialect of the Subcontinent that Western comedians loved to ridicule.
  Although his parents were both reasonably devout Hindus, Sanjay was not. He regarded a religion that worshipped elephant-headed gods and phallic symbols an embarrassment to civilization, and permitted no Hindu images in his own house. Neither were Bollywood films, cricket matches, or curry welcome in Sanjay’s family. He ate like a Westerner and enjoyed Western forms of entertainment, and made his family do likewise. His wife, a fellow business major he had met at Penn, was of a respectable lineage of Brahmins – of the Boston, not the Indian, variety. Sanjay’s two high-achieving children had never been to India nor met any of his distant relatives still living there. He had no desire to subject any of them to the cultural pressures that his Indian family members would exert – to go back to India to marry a proper Indian woman, to consult an astrologer in order to determine a career track, and so forth. His son was a high school track star and his daughter had made the honor roll every single semester since starting Middle School.
And now Sanjay was back in India, sans family, for the first time since he had boarded that flight to New York with his parents almost forty years earlier. A major international conference of hoteliers in Delhi had finally drawn him back, although it was his wife who had persuaded him to go. Such conferences often afforded opportunities for networking, and even Sanjay had to admit that many of the most successful hotel managers in the United States were Indian. But he notified none of his relatives in India of his visit, and vowed not to leave the opulent, air-conditioned confines of the Oberoi Hotel in what passed for a swank neighborhood of Delhi. Though it had been four decades ago, he still remembered the smells, the noise, the chaos, and above all the heat and humidity of India, and he had no desire to experience any of them again. Sanjay was also mortally afraid of diseases, and knew that the streets of India’s cities literally teemed with filthy beggars carrying all kinds of contagious pathogens. So while most of the other foreigners at the conference took advantage of downtime to tour the city, Sanjay locked himself in his room watching CNN and BBC – the only Western channels available – and running his businesses via the Internet.
But on the next-to-last day of the conference, the featured speaker – along with the breakout sessions and workshops based on his presentation – were all cancelled unexpectedly when the speaker came down with dengue fever. To compensate, the conference organizers announced an all-expenses-paid day trip to Agra to see the Taj Mahal. Five state-of-the-art air-conditioned buses had been chartered, and competent tour guides were retained to ensure a thoroughly sanitized experience. And Sanjay, who had not left the hotel for six days, decided reluctantly to go along. The Taj Mahal, after all, was one of the few things India could justifiably take pride in (he thought). As long as his exposure to the streets of India was kept at an absolute minimum, he was willing to risk the trip. Besides, several friends he had made at the conference, whom he was cultivating for possible future dealings, were taking the trip, and he had no desire to be the only foreigner at the conference who missed the chance to see the world’s most beautiful building.
His newfound colleagues chattered happily as the huge bus cut its way through Delhi’s tangles of traffic. From his window, Sanjay could see what he regarded as India’s human refuse: beggars (many of them deformed), unkempt autorickshaw drivers, untouchables sweeping sidewalks and gutters, street urchins, homeless men defecating in public, and mangy street dogs living off the mounds of garbage that filled every vacant lot. Even through the tinted window-glass, from within the deliciously air-conditioned confines of the bus, Sanjay felt that old revulsion. How could so many hundreds of millions of people be content to live like this, choking on one another’s exhaust fumes and sewer odors? Even on the highway, the traffic was unspeakably clotted, with horns blaring and the tiny Bajaj autorickshaws weaving amongst the larger vehicles, holding up everyone else. As the miles went past, Sanjay began to doubt the wisdom of coming on this trip.
Hours later, the buses pulled up not far from the Taj Mahal, along a broad, thoroughly Indian avenue that somehow always got cropped out of the promotional photographs of the place. Sanjay saw with horror that they would indeed have to walk several blocks through Agra’s crowded streets to get to the grounds of the Taj itself – several blocks of heat, exhaust, obnoxious touts, and revolting beggars. He considered staying in the bus, until the driver shut off the engine and the outside heat began to creep in through the vents and open door. With extreme reluctance, Sanjay got off the bus with everyone else, where the late morning heat and humidity hit him like a physical wave. He felt his pores open wide and begin spurting sweat down his back and chest. The near-tropical sun rays caused his scalp to prickle. And his composure began to fray amid the insistent clamor of dozens of touts and hawkers, who had descended on the bus the moment it stopped.
The guides, who spoke impeccable English, began their spiel about the history of the Taj Mahal, whose white minarets loomed over the scorching chaos of Agra like pristine mountain peaks. They walked towards the gleaming towers, threading their way past hundreds of vendors with their goods spread out on dusty blankets or crammed into makeshift wooden stalls amid drifts of discarded juice cartons and banana peels.
And there were beggars, of course. Dirty-faced urchins clamoring for rupees and pencils. Women dressed in rags, clutching infants against pancake-flat breasts. Victims of hideous birth defects and crippling diseases, displaying their monstrous deformities in hopes of eliciting greater sympathy from well-heeled tourists. Sanjay felt sick, unwilling and unable to give money to any of them, knowing that if he did, he would instantly be mobbed by others, as many of his more naïve traveling companions were finding out. Also, Sanjay had no desire to come into direct physical contact with anyone who could possibly transfer to him some hideous disease. All of which, he told himself, was more than enough reason to keep his distance and give to no one.
  But inwardly, his Western-cultivated conscience nagged. He was rich and successful, having enjoyed opportunities these wretched souls could never begin to comprehend.
Suddenly he noticed, seated apart from the others under a small peepul tree, a sadhu dressed in a dirty orange dhoti. His hair was tangled and filthy, and his torso emaciated. He had gotten this way, Sanjay reflected, by having renounced family, job, and friends and adopting the mendicant lifestyle of a Hindu holy man, as ordinary Indian professionals sometimes inexplicably did.
He gaped at the man’s legs, or what was left of them. All of his toes were gone, and what remained of one of his feet was horribly eaten away. Several fingers were missing also, and unsightly sores covered his legs and arms. The man was suffering from an advanced case of leprosy. Sanjay knew that leprosy first robbed the body’s extremities of the ability to feel pain, resulting in fingers and toes worn away by unwitting self-abuse. In places like India, rats often accelerated the process, chewing away at unresponsive leprous limbs while their owners slept.
Sanjay noticed that the brass tray on the ground in front of the leprous holy man had more than the usual scattering of coins. Most Hindus were especially likely to give to beggars with an aura of piety, to bolster their own karma. Sanjay’s gaze lingered on the sadhu a split second too long. The man had noticed Sanjay and was looking directly at him with coal-black eyes. Sanjay wanted to look away, but the man’s eyes held him, imploring. The beggar spoke no words, but Sanjay knew what he was thinking: Come here, rich man, son of India. Open your pockets, buy me another few days of sustenance. You whom the gods have blessed, share your substance with a brother.
Involuntarily, Sanjay put his hand in his pocket and took hold of a crisp 1000-rupee bill. He took a half-step forward before a wave of revulsion stopped him short. He let go of the bill and withdrew his hand from his pocket. Glaring at the beggar, he shook his head and stepped back. The man’s face fell, and turned to look at another passerby, who tossed a ten-rupee coin on the tray.
Sanjay hurried forward to keep up with his group, still feeling sick. For some reason, he was no longer able to hear what the guide was saying. The hubbub of traffic and teeming humanity, in combination with the burning sun, was overwhelming his senses.
“Hey, sar, you, come here!”
Too exhausted to resist the wiles of yet another tout, Sanjay turned toward the voice. A small, slender Indian with eyes that seemed a bit too narrow was gesturing at him.
“You too hot. Come inside! Have cool drinks and A/C!”
Sanjay’s eyes followed the man’s pointing finger. Over the entrance to what looked like a very dark little restaurant, a grimy sign in Hindi and English advertised “cool drings” and A/C. Gratefully, Sanjay made his way into the establishment, which proved to be as deliciously dark and cool inside as the sign promised.
The man pointed at a table. This time of day, there were no other customers, which suited Sanjay just fine. He sat down, and the man brought him an ice-cold bottle of Mirinda. As he drank gratefully, enjoying the too-sweet liquid sloshing down his parched throat, he noticed several other men, who evidently worked behind the counter, watching him closely with smiles that made him a bit uneasy. But he finished the bottle and leaned back, savoring the stream of cold air pouring out of the A/C unit directly above his head. He thought about the cool, dry airplane he would be boarding the following day that would take him back to civilization, and felt his eyelids drooping irresistibly.
Many hours later, Sanjay awoke. He had fallen asleep somehow, but he did not remember dreaming. It had been more like oblivion, and for a moment, he was unsure who he was. Then memory returned. He remembered the cool drink inside the air-conditioned shop, the men watching him….
  Sanjay groaned. He felt the thick, humid Indian air and smelled the awful smell of offal. He opened his eyes weakly, his head throbbing, and saw that it was dark out. He was lying on his belly on some rough surface, and in his limited field of vision he could make out what looked like a pile of garbage inches from his face.
He tried to move, but his limbs felt numb, doubtless an after-effect of whatever drug they’d given him. Then he felt something touch his back, and heard a strange voice humming what sounded like a mantra in Hindi.
Appalled, Sanjay struggled to move, and managed to roll partially over, realizing as he did so that he was completely naked and covered in dirt. In a panic, he rolled again, over onto his back and what felt like more refuse, some of which oozed pulpily against his bare skin. He shuddered, partly at the garbage and partly at the vision of someone kneeling over him, someone gaunt, with lank, tangled hair, who held a small round object in one hand. In the background, an orange streetlamp glowed, giving enough light for him to see that he was lying in an alley amid piles of garbage.
The figure kneeling over him straightened slightly, allowing the light from the lamp to reveal his features. Sanjay shuddered. It was the leprous sadhu. The man smiled at him and, reaching out with a clawlike hand with only three remaining fingers, daubed some kind of ointment on his chest.
Sanjay tried to scream, but only a gurgle came out. He shook his head, but the hand continued to apply ointment, doubtless some kind of horrid ayurvedic concoction.
  Exerting all his strength, Sanjay convulsed his body, jerking his head backwards and moving his arms for the first time. In his effort to get away from his ghastly caregiver, his head knocked into a pile of garbage, causing it to cascade onto his face. Since his mouth was open attempting to scream, some of it fell into his mouth, including some unmentionable piece of discarded meat that seemed to have things wriggling in it.
Choking and retching on the refuse, Sanjay tried to sit up, spitting out the foulness as best he could.
  Finally, he managed to croak at the sadhu in Hindi that he thought he had forgotten, “Door jao! Go away!”
The man withdrew his hand, and Sanjay managed finally to sit up, still spitting. With one hand, he waved angrily at the sadhu. “Door jao! Mujhe akela chhod do! Leave me alone!”
The man stood up, his expression unreadable, and slowly backed away. When Sanjay gestured again, the sadhu turned and limped painfully up the alley, disappearing around a corner.
With the sadhu gone, Sanjay was able to focus on his predicament. He was stark naked and covered in garbage, and his mouth was full of the foul taste of unmentionable filth. Not only that: his back and chest were covered with ointment that the sadhu had applied with his leprous hands.
Sanjay stumbled to his feet, dizzy from the smell of garbage and the after-effects of the drug. He looked frantically around for his clothes, but everything was gone. His clothes, cards, money, passport, everything had disappeared. He groaned in despair and sank to his knees, fully aware of his predicament. The buses had long since left without him, and no one knew or cared where he was. He was covered in filth, looked and stank like some street person, and didn’t have a stitch of clothing on him. He, Sanjay the man of means, was in serious trouble.
Suddenly he noticed a dhoti lying beside him on a comparatively clean patch of ground. It was old and frayed, but folded neatly. He realized that the sadhu must have left it for him. Gritting his teeth, he girded himself with that most Indian piece of clothing, and stumbled down the alley towards the orange streetlight, still gagging.
Emerging from the narrow cul-de-sac, Sanjay realized he was no longer on any familiar street. In the humid, clouded dark he could make out no landmarks. He knew the Taj Mahal could not be far off, but in which direction? The dimly-lit street wound past mostly silent padlocked storefronts and grubby concession stands, now all but abandoned except for a few scrawny stray cats and – something else. Sanjay could not see any other human beings aside from a bearded man sleeping on a piece of cardboard across the street, but he could see constant, furtive movements in the dark corners and interstices all around him. He caught a brief glimpse of baleful red eyes and a narrow, whiskered snout that whisked back into the darkness as he turned to look. Rats! Sanjay felt a shaft of terror. There were rats all around, larger and far more aggressive than the feral cats, prowling fearlessly in search of anything – anything – to consume. Some of these monstrous rodents might have been snacking on the fingers and toes of the leprous sadhu, he realized. Or perhaps they had grown fat and predatory on some abandoned waif too small to fend them off and too slow to outrun them. As it was, they had already apparently sensed that he was no threat, and had begun emerging from the shadows, some to forage without regard for Sanjay’s presence, and some simply to perch atop the refuse and stare at him.
Got to find help, Sanjay thought. He had no money, no clothes, no identification, no food, and no water – and no way to obtain any of these unless he could locate and convince some good Samaritan to help him. The nearest United States government office was hours away, back in New Delhi, and he doubted that the local police would be willing to help. But he had to try. He turned and stumbled painfully forward, and the rats followed. He heard the obscene rustle of dozens of tiny claws and scaly tails as he willed his legs, suddenly and inexplicably racked with shooting pain, to propel his filthy, exhausted body up the street. Each step he took produced agonizing pain from the soles of his feet to his thighs, and he wondered in his terror whether the knockout drug he had been given was responsible.
  Unable to support his weight, he leaned against a dusty, shuttered shopfront, willing his legs not to buckle. The rats chittered triumphantly, and he felt several furry bodies brush against his ankles.
  “Get away! Back off!” Sanjay was shocked at how weak his voice sounded, and how ineffectual his flailing arms were. The rats were all around him, their eyes glittering red in the dim light. Some of them were nearly the size of woodchucks, and they all clearly sensed that Sanjay was no threat. There were at least thirty of the bristling brutes now, some of them sitting up on their haunches, watching and waiting.
  Sanjay turned, still leaning against the wall, and resumed his slow, lurching progress. The pain in his feet and legs, he noticed, was giving way to a strange numbness that made him feel as if his feet were no longer attached, and that each step was into a sort of bottomless liquid. There was no reassuring contact of sole upon stone or hardpan, no contraction of muscle and tendon propelling his body weight forward.
  There was, momentarily, an odd tickling sensation somewhere near where his right ankle used to be. Glancing down, Sanjay saw two rats gnawing at his lower leg, just above where the Achilles tendon was anchored. He saw spurting blood – his own – followed by a surge of furry bodies drawn to the smell. Sanjay screamed in horror and lashed out with his other foot, kicking savagely at the rats, which withdrew a few paces, squeaking and hissing threateningly. Why can’t I feel any pain? What is happening to me?
Sanjay looked around desperately for anything that might fend off the ravenous little beasts, and noticed a street-sweeper’s handmade broom leaning against a dirty garbage cart. As it was the property of someone of very low caste, it was unlikely that any of the local merchants or other residents of this particular street would touch it. Sanjay, however, was long past caring about such niceties. With a clumsy sweeping grab, he snatched the broom and began smacking the street threateningly. The rats knew better than to come within reach. They withdrew a few meters, but they did not abandon the chase. And there were more coming, dozens more, swift dark shadows converging down the street from both directions.
“Help!” Sanjay began calling desperately in English, his mostly forgotten childhood Hindi no longer adequate to the purpose.
  A few paces ahead of him, he saw a stirring in a dark doorway. A slender arm flashed into view, beckoning wildly at him. Sanjay wobbled forward, no longer caring if he was being lured into a den of thieves. Slender gray fingers grabbed his hand and pulled him through the dark doorway, and a heavy door banged shut, cutting off the awful whisper of rat’s feet. Sanjay thought he could hear some of the little brutes scrabbling at the door, trying to dig underneath or gnaw through. But the wood was thick. It might just be the blood vessels hammering in his ears.
He turned to his rescuer. It was the sadhu, holding the dirty stub of a candle and staring at him with something like pity. And there was something else in those dark eyes, perhaps a bit of fatalistic satisfaction.
“Thank you,” Sanjay said unsteadily. “Dhanyavaad.”
The beggar raised his hands and pressed the leathery palms together, along with what remained of his fingers, but said nothing. He turned silently and headed off down a narrow dark passageway, and Sanjay had little choice but to follow.
  His legs and feet completely insensate and feeling detached, Sanjay stumbled heedlessly after the beggar, sensing that upon him alone his survival now depended. He heard rather than felt a sickening crunch underfoot. Looking down, he saw that he had trodden on an empty bottle that had shattered underneath his lacerated bare foot, one of the razor shards slashing his right big toe almost to the bone. The toe gushed blood over the damp floor, but no sensation of pain was forthcoming. With a moan, Sanjay hurried forward behind the shrinking light of the beggar’s candle.
They came to another door, which looked to be of very ancient workmanship, probably from long before the Raj. Sanjay knew little of Indian history, but he had read somewhere that, before the British came, the Moguls had been masters of India. They had built the Taj Mahal and, by all appearances, the massive bronze door in front of them as well, which was covered with what looked like Persian writing.
The beggar pulled on a tasseled rope, and from somewhere within, a bell bonged dully. The door swung open, pulled by two men in turbans. Seeing their open sores and missing digits, Sanjay realized that they, too, were leprous. The sadhu walked through the door without looking back, seemingly indifferent to whether Sanjay followed or not. The two door attendants waited impassively. Sanjay looked over his shoulder at the inky black tunnel behind him and thought of the rats. Beyond the door, he could hear the murmur of voices and see light from a few dim electric bulbs.
Squaring his shoulders, and trying to ignore the pitiful condition of his feet and legs, he walked through the door as steadily as he could. Trying to ignore the heavy sound of the door closing behind him, Sanjay looked around at the people inside.
He was in a dilapidated hall of some kind, its vaulted stone ceiling supported by crumbling pillars. The odor of decay and filth was overpowering. The beggar – his beggar – was facing him, and dozens of others like him were spread across the dirty tiled floor, staring silently at the newcomer. They were young and old, men and women, some dressed in the saffron garb of sadhus, others in filthy, threadbare rags. All were gaunt and undernourished. And every single one was visibly leprous.
Sanjay recoiled at the sight of oozing sores and missing fingers and toes. The floor on which his bare feet stood – the feet he could no longer feel – was doubtless covered with whatever nightmare pathogen was responsible for their condition. He tried to back away, but felt his legs buckle beneath him. He fell backwards, flailing helplessly, his head smacking the floor hard. He blacked out for the second time.
Sanjay came to almost immediately, jarred back into nightmare awareness by the touch of many hands and the jabber of whispering voices speaking Hindi. Or was it Hindi? The throbbing in his head seemed to have distorted the sounds, but he recognized none of the more or less familiar cadences of his long-neglected native tongue. In his addled condition, the whispering sounded like demented, incomprehensible gibberish.
He opened his eyes and struggled to sit up, feeling the filth on the floor peel off his bare back. All around him a ring of intense, lean faces studded with gumdrop-black eyes drew back, and the whispering subsided. His head was full of pain, but his legs and arms seemed to float on air, bereft of all sensation. Sanjay looked in the direction that he knew his legs must be, and screamed. Though the cut toe had stopped bleeding, it still hung at a crooked angle, clotted with gore. Two more toes had turned a deep purple color, and his feet and lower legs had also turned patchily purple, with several open breaks in the skin oozing blood and pus. Somehow, he realized with a sudden, fierce certainty, leprosy had invaded his body. With inexplicable speed, it had deadened the nerves in his feet, legs, and hands, rendering his limbs helpless against the merciless forces that tore, abraded, cut, and severed. He was no longer, he grasped numbly, Sanjay the prosperous American businessman, proud husband and father of four high-achieving children. He was a nameless, destitute leper among his own kind.
He felt a warmth on his chest, and saw that someone – possibly his beggar, who sat closest to him, staring intently into his eyes – had rubbed more of the foul-smelling ointment on him. Touching his forehead, his hand came away grayish-white; he had been doused with vibhuti, the sacred ash.
Why? Why me? The despairing thoughts crowded into his throbbing head. From somewhere outside his head came thoughts from some Other. He felt the powerful will of the sadhu, his sadhu, contending with his own, vigorous and in deadly earnest, despite the man’s ravaged body. Why not you, son of India? Do you believe yourself apart from us? It is our blood in your veins, the tainted blood of ten million lepers, the most wretched of all, the refuse upon which your world has been built. Why not you, and all your family, and all of your friends and colleagues, those with whom you have gotten rich and enjoyed the fatness of the earth, while we suffer in darkness?
To this Sanjay had no reply. He moaned and tried again to stand, but it was no use. The ring of feral faces around him pressed closer, the eyes darkening and features seeming to narrow in the dim light. The whispering began again. They were human rats, nothing more, Sanjay thought. Like foul vermin they lived in hidden places, scavenging from the living to prolong the living death that their disease had visited upon them. They were the foul night soil beneath every street, plaza, highway, and building, the raw face of vicious, untamed, predatory nature that even a hundred generations of progress had not wholly eradicated.
The faces around him seemed to swim and coalesce, shrinking and darkening, and the soft whispering rose in pitch. Dark eyes focused on Sanjay’s unprotected legs and feet, and shriveled hands reached out eagerly, pawing at his flesh. Yet they were not hands but tiny claws, Sanjay realized, and the faces behind them were no longer recognizably human. He saw blunt gray snouts and broken whiskers where noses and cheeks had been, and dirty gray fur in the place of dhotis and tee shirts.
  Sanjay shrieked and tried to crabwalk away from the chittering mob, but he found his retreat blocked by a column. Then they were upon him, pressing his torso to the floor for the final time, swarming over his legs and arms. His last coherent impression was of the vaulted, skylike ceiling above him, not heaven but the covering of what was to be his tomb.
And then the chewing started.
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Best movies in India: A blog around the best movies of best directors in India
India has produced some of the most talented directors in the world, with many of them making a name for themselves in Hollywood. In this blog, we will have a look at some of the best movies that these directors have made, and what makes them so special.
Best movies in Indian Cinema
We all have our favorite movies. The ones that we can watch over and over again and never get tired of. For some of us, these movies are from Hollywood, while others prefer Bollywood films. But what about the best movies from India?
There are so many fantastic Indian films out there that it's difficult to pick just a handful. But, if we had to pick just a few, these are some of the finest Indian films of all time:
Dilwale Dulhania Le Jayenge - Aditya Chopra's iconic romance is a must-see for any fan of Bollywood cinema. It chronicles the story of two young lovers who elope to avoid their families' condemnation.
Lagaan: Once Upon a Time in India - Ashutosh Gowariker's epic sports drama is set in the Victorian era and follows a group of peasants who challenge the British colonialists to a game of cricket.
Rang De Basanti - This patriotic drama directed by Rakeysh Omprakash Mehra is set in modern India and follows a group of friends who join the
Top directors and their memorable work in the Indian Film Industry
The Indian film industry has always been abuzz with talented directors who have given some memorable movies over the years. Here is a list of some of the best directors in India and their greatest works.
Rajkumar Hirani: He is known for directing some of the most successful comedy films in Bollywood such as Munna Bhai MBBS, 3 Idiots, and PK.
Sanjay Leela Bhansali: He is one of the most celebrated directors in Bollywood and is known for his grandiose films such as Goliyon Ki Rasleela Ram-Leela, Bajirao Mastani, and Padmaavat.
Imtiaz Ali: He is a master of romantic films and some of his notable works include Jab We Met, Rockstar, and Tamasha.
Anurag Kashyap: He is known for his dark and gritty films such as Gangs of Wasseypur, Dev D, and, Ugly.
Vishal Bhardwaj: He is an accomplished director, musician, and writer and some of his best films include Maqbool, Omkara, and Haider.
Upcoming talented Indian Directors:
We all know how popular Bollywood is in India. There are new movies being released all the time, and it can be difficult to keep track of which ones are worth seeing. That is why we have compiled a list of some of the top young Indian directors who are likely to establish a name for themselves in the film business.
Raj Mehta - Raj Mehta is a rising talent in Indian cinema. He made his directorial debut with the critically praised and commercially successful picture "Good Newwz." Raj is presently putting the finishing touches on his next movie, a comedy-drama starring Akshay Kumar and Kareena Kapoor.
Amar Kaushik - Amar Kaushik is another outstanding Indian director who is building a name for himself in Bollywood. His debut picture, "Stree," was a tremendous hit with both viewers and critics. Amar is now working on his next project, a horror-comedy starring Rajkummar Rao and Shraddha Kapoor.
 Aditya Dhar - He made his directorial debut with Uri: The Surgical Strike, which was a tremendous financial and critical success. He is now working on his next film, an action-thriller starring Vicky Kaushal.
India has produced some of the world's finest films, and it has produced many brilliant filmmakers. In this blog article, we've compiled a list of the finest films directed by some of India's most talented filmmakers. If you enjoy Indian cinema, you should see these flicks!
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Who Is Investing in Real Estate of Mumbai?
Mumbai, India's bustling financial capital, is a magnet for real estate investment. With its dynamic economy, diverse opportunities, and continuous infrastructure development, the city's real estate market attracts a wide array of investors. Let’s delve into the demographics and categories of those investing in Mumbai’s vibrant real estate sector.
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High Net Worth Individuals
Local Entrepreneurs and Business Giants: Successful business owners invest in prime residential and commercial properties.
Celebrities: Bollywood stars, cricketers, and other high-profile individuals purchase luxury homes in upscale neighborhoods like Bandra, Juhu, and South Mumbai.
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Real Estate Developers
Large Indian Developers: Firms like Lodha Group, Godrej Properties, and Oberoi Realty are key players, developing residential complexes, office spaces, and retail hubs.
Foreign Developers: International developers often partner with local companies to tap into Mumbai’s lucrative market, bringing in global expertise and standards.
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Corporates and Multinational Companies (MNCs)
Office Spaces: Many multinational and large Indian companies invest in prime office spaces in business districts like Nariman Point, BKC (Bandra-Kurla Complex), and Lower Parel.
Retail Spaces: National and international brands invest in retail spaces, leveraging Mumbai’s large and diverse consumer base.
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Local Middle-Class Investors (The backbone of residential real estate)
Residential Properties: Many middle-class families invest in apartments and homes. They are driven by the desire for home ownership and the potential for property value appreciation.
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Demographic For Real Estate Investors in Mumbai By Age Group
Many new startups of business by youth inspire themesleves to invest in particular property for their potential business to grow. In mumbai after a Heavy Lockdown, Many new startups were introduce & many of them invested into varities of commecial offices & retail spaces. Not only youth, Old Investors with their experties they contiues to invest more & more to properties in areas like Worli, Bandra, New Mumbai etc. For more high returns according to market predections. here is a chart showing age group of last five years of investment in Properties ratio by age group.
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IPL media rights: 'Evolving tech' will spring surprise in the digital space, says Arun Dhumal | Cricket News
IPL media rights: ‘Evolving tech’ will spring surprise in the digital space, says Arun Dhumal | Cricket News
MUMBAI: The BCCI, looking to sell media rights for the Indian Premier League (IPL) on television and the internet over the next five years, concluded a mock auction for potential bidders on Monday. The cricket board carried this out over the period of four days to get the bidding players accustomed to the e-auction process, a relatively new concept for many. The e-auction is scheduled to begin…
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Anushka Sharma: From Army Brat to Bollywood Powerhouse
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Anushka Sharma's name is synonymous with elegance, talent, and a strong work ethic. Born on May 1, 1988, in Ayodhya, Uttar Pradesh [Wikipedia: Anushka Sharma](https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anushka Sharma), her background is a blend of discipline and artistic leanings. Her father, Colonel Ajay Kumar Sharma, is a decorated army officer, while her mother, Ashima Sharma, is a homemaker. Growing up as an "army brat," Anushka developed a strong sense of independence and resilience, traits that would later serve her well in the demanding world of cinema.
Anushka's initial foray into the entertainment industry wasn't through acting. After completing her schooling in Bangalore, she pursued a career in modeling. Her striking beauty and confident presence caught the attention of fashion designer Wendell Rodricks, who gave her a coveted spot in his fashion show in 2007. This marked the beginning of a successful modeling career that opened doors to the world of Bollywood.
In 2008, Anushka landed her big break with the romantic comedy "Rab Ne Bana Di Jodi" opposite Shah Rukh Khan. Her portrayal of a bubbly and spirited young woman captured hearts and established her as a promising newcomer. She followed this success with critically acclaimed films like "Band Baaja Baarat" (2010) and "Ladies vs Ricky Bahl" (2011), showcasing her versatility and comedic timing.
Anushka, however, wasn't content with just playing the quintessential Bollywood heroine. She actively sought out roles that challenged her and allowed her to break stereotypes. Her performance as a gritty hockey player in "Chak De! India" (2007) is a testament to her dedication.
Movies like "NH10" (2015), a dark thriller, and "Pari" (2018), a psychological horror film, further solidified her reputation as a serious actress unafraid to explore unconventional characters.
Anushka's success extends beyond critical acclaim. She has starred in numerous commercially successful films like "PK" (2014), "Sultan" (2016), and "Sanju" (2018), solidifying her position as a top-grossing actress Although she has been on a break from acting since the birth of her daughter in 2020, her upcoming sports biopic "Chakda Xpress," based on the life of cricketer Jhulan Goswami, is highly anticipated.
Anushka's influence extends beyond the silver screen. In 2012, she co-founded the production company Clean Slate Filmz with her brother Karnesh Sharma. This venture allows her to tell stories that resonate with her and champion new talent. She is also a successful entrepreneur, having launched her own fashion line, Nurbaa, in 2016.
Anushka's personal life has garnered significant attention. In 2017, she married Indian cricket captain Virat Kohli, and their social media presence makes them one of India's most popular power couples. Together, they are vocal advocates for various social causes, including animal rights and environmental issues.
Here are some interesting facts about Anushka Sharma:
She is a recipient of several prestigious awards, including a Filmfare Award for Best Supporting Actress for "Band Baaja Baarat."
Anushka was once listed in Forbes India's Celebrity 100 list and featured by Forbes Asia in their 30 Under 30 list.
She is a trained Kathak dancer and often showcases her graceful moves in films.
Anushka Sharma's journey from an army background to a leading Bollywood actress is an inspiration for many. Her dedication to her craft, her willingness to experiment with diverse roles, and her entrepreneurial spirit make her a true force to be reckoned with. With her captivating screen presence, her commitment to social causes, and her ever-evolving filmography, Anushka Sharma is undoubtedly a shining star in the Indian entertainment industry.
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Kriti Sanon Biography
Kriti Sanon is a name synonymous with talent and versatility in the Indian film industry. But her journey to the silver screen wasn't your typical Bollywood story. Let's delve into the life and career of this award-winning actress, exploring her academic background, family life, and the milestones that shaped her into the star she is today.
Early Life and Education: Engineer by Degree, Actress by Dream
Born on July 27, 1990, in New Delhi, Kriti hails from a Punjabi Hindu family. Her father, Rahul Sanon, is a chartered accountant, and her mother, Geeta Sanon, is a professor of physics at the University of Delhi [Wikipedia: Kriti Sanon]. Interestingly, Kriti's younger sister, Nupur Sanon, has also followed in her footsteps and is an aspiring actress.
An excellent student, Kriti attended Delhi Public School, R.K.Puram, before graduating with a Bachelor of Technology degree in Electronics and Telecommunication Engineering from the Jaypee Institute of Information Technology, Noida [IMDb: Kriti Sanon]. However, the world of glitz and glamour held a stronger pull.
From Modeling to Movies: A Blossoming Career
While pursuing engineering, Kriti dabbled in modeling. Her talent was undeniable, and she soon found herself gracing commercials for renowned brands like Closeup, Vivel, and Amul. But her sights were set on the big screen.
In 2014, Kriti made a phenomenal debut in Telugu cinema with the psychological thriller "1 Nenokkadine," opposite superstar Mahesh Babu. The same year, she entered Bollywood with "Heropanti," which earned her the Filmfare Award for Best Female Debut [BookMyShow: Kriti Sanon].
Breaking Barriers and Achieving Milestones
Kriti didn't shy away from challenging roles. In 2015, she starred in Rohit Shetty's action-packed "Dilwale," alongside Shah Rukh Khan and Kajol. While the film received mixed reviews, it solidified Kriti's place in the industry.
She continued to impress audiences with diverse projects like "Bareilly Ki Barfi" (2017), a quirky rom-com, and "Luka Chuppi" (2019), a social comedy. Her portrayal of a bold, independent woman in "Bareilly Ki Barfi" earned her critical acclaim, while "Luka Chuppi" became a commercial success.
Kriti's dedication to her craft has been recognized with prestigious awards. In 2019, she received the National Film Award for Best Actress for her powerful performance in "Mimi" (2021), a film that tackled the sensitive issue of surrogacy. This award cemented her position as a powerhouse performer.
Beyond the Silver Screen: A Glimpse into Kriti's Personal Life
Kriti is known to be private about her personal life. While there have been rumors about relationships, she prefers to keep the focus on her work. When not filming, she enjoys activities like meditation, cooking, and watching cricket. She's also a doting sister to Nupur and is often seen supporting her sister's endeavors.
A Bright Future Lies Ahead
Kriti Sanon's journey from engineering student to Bollywood star is an inspiration. Her talent, dedication, and willingness to experiment with diverse roles have made her a force to be reckoned with. With a string of upcoming projects and her ever-evolving talent, Kriti Sanon is sure to continue captivating audiences for years to come.
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Kriti Sanon Biography
Kriti Sanon is a name synonymous with talent and versatility in the Indian film industry. But her journey to the silver screen wasn't your typical Bollywood story. Let's delve into the life and career of this award-winning actress, exploring her academic background, family life, and the milestones that shaped her into the star she is today.
Early Life and Education: Engineer by Degree, Actress by Dream
Born on July 27, 1990, in New Delhi, Kriti hails from a Punjabi Hindu family. Her father, Rahul Sanon, is a chartered accountant, and her mother, Geeta Sanon, is a professor of physics at the University of Delhi [Wikipedia: Kriti Sanon]. Interestingly, Kriti's younger sister, Nupur Sanon, has also followed in her footsteps and is an aspiring actress.
An excellent student, Kriti attended Delhi Public School, R.K.Puram, before graduating with a Bachelor of Technology degree in Electronics and Telecommunication Engineering from the Jaypee Institute of Information Technology, Noida [IMDb: Kriti Sanon]. However, the world of glitz and glamour held a stronger pull.
From Modeling to Movies: A Blossoming Career
While pursuing engineering, Kriti dabbled in modeling. Her talent was undeniable, and she soon found herself gracing commercials for renowned brands like Closeup, Vivel, and Amul. But her sights were set on the big screen.
In 2014, Kriti made a phenomenal debut in Telugu cinema with the psychological thriller "1 Nenokkadine," opposite superstar Mahesh Babu. The same year, she entered Bollywood with "Heropanti," which earned her the Filmfare Award for Best Female Debut [BookMyShow: Kriti Sanon].
Breaking Barriers and Achieving Milestones
Kriti didn't shy away from challenging roles. In 2015, she starred in Rohit Shetty's action-packed "Dilwale," alongside Shah Rukh Khan and Kajol. While the film received mixed reviews, it solidified Kriti's place in the industry.
She continued to impress audiences with diverse projects like "Bareilly Ki Barfi" (2017), a quirky rom-com, and "Luka Chuppi" (2019), a social comedy. Her portrayal of a bold, independent woman in "Bareilly Ki Barfi" earned her critical acclaim, while "Luka Chuppi" became a commercial success.
Kriti's dedication to her craft has been recognized with prestigious awards. In 2019, she received the National Film Award for Best Actress for her powerful performance in "Mimi" (2021), a film that tackled the sensitive issue of surrogacy. This award cemented her position as a powerhouse performer.
Beyond the Silver Screen: A Glimpse into Kriti's Personal Life
Kriti is known to be private about her personal life. While there have been rumors about relationships, she prefers to keep the focus on her work. When not filming, she enjoys activities like meditation, cooking, and watching cricket. She's also a doting sister to Nupur and is often seen supporting her sister's endeavors.
A Bright Future Lies Ahead
Kriti Sanon's journey from engineering student to Bollywood star is an inspiration. Her talent, dedication, and willingness to experiment with diverse roles have made her a force to be reckoned with. With a string of upcoming projects and her ever-evolving talent, Kriti Sanon is sure to continue captivating audiences for years to come.
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