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22 Dec, 1997

Cinemaazi remembers Raman B Desai on his death anniversary

22 Dec, 1997

Cinemaazi remembers Raman B Desai on his death anniversary

22 Dec, 1975

Cinemaazi remembers Vasant Desai on his death anniversary

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Anari (1959)

Hrishikesh Mukherjee

Release Date1959
GenreComedy, Drama
FormatB-W
LanguageHindi
Run Time156 min
Length4369.76 meters
Number of Reels17
Gauge35mm
Censor RatingU
Censor Certificate Number88998 (Re-certification)
Certificate Date08/01/1979
Shooting LocationR K Studios

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He was charged with the murder of the old Mrs. D’sa

Old Mrs. D’sa, the kindly, godly figure who had given him shelter and love, who had helped him in his days of unemployment and starvation, who had treated him as her own son when the whole city had given him nothing but contempt and disappointments.

From his little wooden box in the Trial Room, Raj could see Arti sitting quiet and graceful as ever. How different from the mischievous, bubbling young girl whom he had first surprised in the act of escaping from her finishing school. And then she had fooled him, telling him that she was just a chaperon to a millionaire girl. He was a simpleton and believed her and thought Arti’s chaperon to be the real millionaire’s daughter. How these two girls had changed identities, so that Arti and Raj could conveniently meet and fall in love.

Raj chuckled as he thought of those days. Wonderful days when he had known for the first time what it meant to be young and in love. And how happy Mrs. D’sa had been when he had been first brave enough to bring Arti to meet his adopted mother.

But alas those days were gone forever. He stood in the dock accused of the murder of the person who meant more to him than anything else in life. He would rather have killed himself than raise his hand against her gentle physique.

But they would not believe him. They would not believe that Arti’s rich uncle, who had always discouraged and looked down upon the romance of the two young souls, was not so innocent, that he alone knew the horrible truth about Mrs. D’sa’s death.

Raj sighed, After all Mrs. D’sa was right. He was merely an “ANARI”, a simpleton and a fool who did not know the ways of this world. But Mrs. D’sa believed that there always was a good tomorrow around the corner, that God saw all and rewarded good deeds and saved his people from trouble. But what was the use? Mrs D’sa was dead. Dead and buried, and along with her all the dreams.

But he was wrong, Mrs D’sa was not dead. Noble souls like her never die. The good deeds and thoughts are like an avalanche; as they are passed down from generation to generation they become a strong force to reckon with. They keep alive the flame of humanity kindling in every heart. However tiny that flame of humanity may be, it brings about miraculous change of heart and attitude when least expected.

Could such a miracle happen in the case of the little BIG man and the sweet TALL girl?