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And this is how in the 80s, late at night, they introduced films to the viewer.

The film is Wadia Movietone's The Court Dancer (1941)
Thanks to an incredible effort by Alaknanda2007
Do read about it.


  1. I miss those days of DD, the late-night classics were such a treat, as were the Sunday afternoon "regional films". I remember having stayed up several nights in a row, devouring Guru Dutt, Ritwaik Ghatak & Co. Also, back in the 80s, DD Srinagar had caught hold of a bunch of Sohrab Modi films. My whole family hugely enjoyed watching those!

  2. I actually watched late night Ritwaik Ghatak special on Doordarshan last year. DD can still surprise people. They are digitalizing their archives and a lot of this stuff can be watched on Lok Sabha channel.
    About DD Srinagar...I don't recall much as too young at the time, but people at home do recall it with fond memories. Were in Kashmir during those days?

  3. Yes. Between 1980 & '84. Lived in Barzulla.

  4. 1984...I was still in my daipers. But I have heard about Barzull. It was like a new colony...mostly high officers and all. Good to know.

  5. I travelled across the city every day. Home was in Barzulla & school (KV) in Badami Bagh. My kid bro went to Biscoe in Lal Chowk. Stopped at that little ice-cream shop on Zero Bridge every day!

  6. I studied at Biscoe till '90. There are now actually two zero bridges in town - old and new. It's still kind of a 'safe zone':)


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