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"For The Studio, Gangs Of Wasseypur Is Still A Flop": Tweets Anurag Kashyap After Richa Chadha Talks About Not Getting Royalty
"We still own 50% IPR (Intellectual Property Rights) on Gangs Of Wasseypur and we have never seen a penny on it," tweeted Anurag Kashyap
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Richa Chadha On #MeToo Campaign: 'Why So Surprised?' She Writes In Blog
Richa Chadha says that there's no way one wouldn't know that sexual assault and gender violence are the "rites of passage for the average Indian girl"
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Masaan's Devi Will Live on Long After Richa is Gone
A film is such a strange thing. Someone thinks it, someone writes it, someone lives it, it's made to be shown and one fine day, it's shot like a bullet from a pistol. Boom! It's out there, forever. Remembered till it fades from memory to be rediscovered somehow again.
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Blog: Masaan's Devi Will Live on Long After Richa is Gone
Masaan has given me a lifetime of memories. As I write this, I can't help but get choked up. Images flash before me - of desolate, dusty Ganga ghats, of crazy, drunken parties in France, of a standing ovation that made adults sob like babies
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"For The Studio, Gangs Of Wasseypur Is Still A Flop": Tweets Anurag Kashyap After Richa Chadha Talks About Not Getting Royalty
"We still own 50% IPR (Intellectual Property Rights) on Gangs Of Wasseypur and we have never seen a penny on it," tweeted Anurag Kashyap
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Richa Chadha On #MeToo Campaign: 'Why So Surprised?' She Writes In Blog
Richa Chadha says that there's no way one wouldn't know that sexual assault and gender violence are the "rites of passage for the average Indian girl"
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Masaan's Devi Will Live on Long After Richa is Gone
A film is such a strange thing. Someone thinks it, someone writes it, someone lives it, it's made to be shown and one fine day, it's shot like a bullet from a pistol. Boom! It's out there, forever. Remembered till it fades from memory to be rediscovered somehow again.
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Blog: Masaan's Devi Will Live on Long After Richa is Gone
Masaan has given me a lifetime of memories. As I write this, I can't help but get choked up. Images flash before me - of desolate, dusty Ganga ghats, of crazy, drunken parties in France, of a standing ovation that made adults sob like babies
