#sudhir

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Remembering Bhagwandas Mulchand Luthria, aka Sudhir on his 9th death anniversary (12/05/14). He acted in over 200 films in a career spanning from 1962 to 2009. He was one of Bollywood's best-known villains from the 1970s through the 1990s.

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Sudhir Mehta: A Visionary Leader Who Transformed Torrent Group

Sudhir Mehta is a big deal in business. He’s the Chairman of the Torrent Group, which is a big company in India. He was born in 1954 and went to Gujarat University for his Bachelor’s degree. Later, he went to Harvard Business School to learn even more about running businesses around the world.

In the 1970s, Sudhir Mehta started working for his family’s company, the Torrent Group. His dad, U. N. Mehta, started it. Since then, Sudhir Mehta has made the company grow a lot. In 1983, the main company, Torrent Pharma, got its first big order to sell medicine to the Soviet Union. After that, Sudhir Mehta helped the company start making electricity in the 1990s, and now Torrent Power is a big player in India To Read more about 400 Paar is just a slogan Visit Nishant Verma website.

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@strigoisudhir Location: Hrimthur’s Outpost Time: When everyone has ridden out with the king Notes: My name Juneau B. Jones and the B stands for Bitch keep your dirty mitts off my treasures. 

To say that the outpost was ever thrumming with activity would be a gross overstatement of the level of excitement and vigor capable of the defeated, brow-beaten travelers who considered it their current refuge. However, even if the miserable barrack at the edge of the world was never particularly lively, Juneau was still grateful that it seemed at the very least empty for the time being. While she pitied the decision-making skills of anyone and everyone who went on the fool’s errand of the king’s mission, she didn’t miss their presence. Resources were as lean as tempers were high, and with fewer mouths to feed and hands to work the temporary increase in quality of life was negligible, but the recent days had been so desolate that even the most insignificant of improvements felt like luxury. 

 In Juneau’s case, the bliss of a mostly empty camp was found as it was most other days: amongst the rocks she had filled her pockets with as the disparate group of survivors trekked from wherever it was they hailed from to the edge of the world in the hopes of an open Lysaran border.  Impatience was part of her nature now, so many of the unassuming rocks had been smashed open now by whatever blunt object she could source along the way. Most of her finds had revealed glittering druzy that caught even the dimmest source of light, though a few had simply been rocks. She cursed those for the wasted weight she had carried. 

These, though, these dozen or so she had lined in a row with a silent reverence would be different. These she had managed to wait for, had known based on their round shapes and ugly, bumped surfaces, and their lighter weight foretold the marvels that waited inside of them.  Juneau hoped for a particularly deep-colored amethyst specimen, or perhaps a happy accident of mistaking a thunderegg for a geode. She had not experienced such a happy accident quite yet, but she hadn’t rock-hounded in the foothills or mountain passes they had fled toward Lysara through yet. 

The opportunity to pilfer tools that would be otherwise considered too useful to part with was only one of several welcome consequences of the king’s suicide mission driving so many of his royal bootlickers from the outpost. She lifted the hammer she had stolen from a toolbelt and examined it for a moment before her eyes scanned the line of rocks in front of her. They were set in a straight line, equidistant from one another. Which to start with? It was far from the only difficult choice she had made in the last handful of weeks, but it was a difficult choice that she welcomed for once. 

Finally, she made a selection. It was the rock she was least sure of. It had the right shape–round rather than holding any sort of jags or points, but the outside seemed wrong. She bounced and caught it in the palm of her hand a few times–it was dense. Life felt so full of disappointments recently, so it made the most sense to start with the least promising and work up from there. She set it carefully on the ground in front of her and lifted the hammer to strike. A few flecks broke from the surface of the rock, the chips landing a few feet away. It wasn’t hollow, but it might be brittle enough to break in two she thought. She lifted the hammer again with little more consequence than chipping away at the surface where the hammer made its contact. However–this was enough. There was something under the surface of the unassuming rock and an immediate eagerness filled her. The excitement warmed her, and her pulse quickened. She pawed at her heavy overcoat, flapping the arms of it wildly to wrestle it off of her and ripping the rag she had been using as a scarf from around her neck, not noticing the flash of a green emerald that fell from the front of the smaller coat and hung from a thin chain dangling out before her.

Juneau shifted to kneel over the palm-sized rock, her left hand floating to her side where she fetched a piece of scrap metal that was the closest thing she could find to a chisel. Focused, she placed it toward the center of the rock, lifted her hammer, and struck with confidence. A clean break–right down the middle. She nearly tossed the hand tools aside as her hands greedily dove for one of the pieces and she held it up to examine in closer with what meager amount of light managed to fight its way through the heavy overcast. She bit her bottom lip to keep from sighing as she examined her find with a sort of awe and reverence that was rare for the young vuldak. An opal–almost holographic hues of seafoam and ocean blue and pink and lavender and every color in between danced over a somehow technicolor yet clear foundation between the outer casing of everyday stone. It looked like fissures in the sky made up so much stardust she had seen at the furthest reaches of the earth she had traveled before, all of the heavens above in the palm of her hand.

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Vivek Agnihotri claims he has been totally boycotted in Bollywood, targets Karan Johar's Student Of The Year | Hindi Movie News - Times of India

Filmmaker Vivek Agnihotri lately sat down for a dialog with filmmaker Sudhir Mishra the place they talked about Bollywood, politics and the sort of content material that’s being produced in the present day in the Hindi movie business. Discussing about why individuals are not watching motion pictures in cinema halls, Vivek claimed that he has been totally boycotted in Bollywood. He mentioned that…

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Model Iam Blum

Pic by Sudhir Ramman alias 'shotbysud' on Instagram

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chitrangda singh, hazaaron khwahishen aisi हज़ारों ख़्वाहिशें ऐसी (2003)

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Dosti (1964) // dir. Satyen Bose // film posters

[ starring Sushil Kumar and Sudhir Kumar ]

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i wonder what hlm and their brethren think now that several godi news channels are now under legal pressure or having their shows closed down due to spreading "love jihad" bs (and communal disharmony in general against minorities) on their news channel instead of doing their actual designated jobs of you know reporting what actually happens in this godforsaken country.

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Chameli (2003)

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Alet-les-Bains, France after the abdication of Napoleon in 1815:

This is the beautiful and ancient village.

Located in the south of France in the Aude Valley in Occitania, near the border with Spain:

After the abdication of the Emperor Napoleon and his subsequent exile in the summer of 1815, the Bourbon King Louis XVIII returned to the throne of France, but the new royal government did not have an easy time establishing legitimacy with the French population.

An example of this can be found in the letter of the royalist Louis Bourges to a judicial official with complaints about the situation in the town of Alet. In this letter, he says: “all these Napoleonic usurpers are behaving and acting as if Napoleon’s return to power is imminent.”

The level of support was so high in Bourges’ hometown that he called it an “intolerable situation” and requested that the official “please send us some newspapers carrying the news that this sort of bonnaparte (sic) is dead, so that the supporters of this usurper will lose hope.”

Despite Louis’ return, there were “many inhabitants of the countryside who were repeating every day that King Louis is not the rightful ruler of France.”

According to Sudhir Hazareesingh: “the authority of the State was powerless when confronted by the force of popular memory and collective imagination.”

Source: The Legend Of Napoleon, by Sudhir Hazareesingh

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32 Years of Dharavi (09/04/1992).

This film was brought to life under the direction and writing of Sudhir Mishra. It stands out as a significant collaboration between NFDC and Doordarshan, and it was honoured with the 1992 National Film Award for Best Feature Film in Hindi.

The cast was led by #ShabanaAzmi and Om Puri, with Om Puri portraying the character Raj Karan Yadav. The ensemble also included notable talents such as Raghuvir Yadav, Madhuri Dixit, Anil Kapoor, Virendra Saxena, Akhilendra Mishra, and Shakti Singh.

Behind the camera, Rajesh Joshi handled cinematography, Renu Saluja took charge of editing, and Rajat Dholakia composed the music. The film was distributed by Doordarshan, bringing together a team of skilled individuals whose collective efforts made Dharavi a memorable cinematic experience.

[hitku]

by Sudhir Bangar

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Naur wtf who is saying all of this

[dogandcatcomics]

#repost @sudhir.shukla.982 Sudhir Shukla (Mathura, Uttar Pradesh, India, 1982-). I am interested to learn more about the inclusion of felines in this artist's drawings.

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Sofia (bysofia_xx)

Pic by Sudhir Ramman alias 'shotbysud' on Instagram