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Mere Apne (1971)

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GenreDrama
FormatColour
LanguageHindi
Run Time164 mins
Length3683.82 meters
Number of Reels14
Gauge35 mm
Censor RatingU
Censor Certificate NumberU-64414-MUM
Certificate Date09/11/1971

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Anandi comes to town. From the tranquil serenity of a peaceful village to the chaos, that is a modern city. She discovers that everything has changed since her last visit, four decades ago, when she was as young as a fresh blossom. Now she is like a graceful tree, matured and full grown, shaded and seasoned, but she faces disillusionment when she learns that it was not a nephew’s affectionate attachment that had brought her, but merely because he wanted a useful maid servant. She would have served the family unselfishly as a mother, but never as a maid servant. She leaves, and in the street she comes across a gang of innocent scoundrels. She offers a motherly and affectionate touch to those restless youngsters who were suffering from the bleeding wounds of unemployment. They take her to their den and within no time she becomes their guiding spirit, their mother, their cook and doctor. For those men of the street ‘Maamimaa’ assumes the form of an oasis from the asphalt jungle, a haven in their hour of need. Those men fear their enemies, even as their enemies fear them. Yet in Naanimaa’s affectionate eyes there were no enemies. All were her own-her very own. Then the bomb explodes. And with that ends the era of melodious values. Everybody is at a loss. We are at a loss.

(From the official press booklet)