#tarak rama rao

[theartoftheframe]

RRR (2022)

Dir: S.S. Rajamouli DP: K.K. Senthil Kumar

[neengareadynaaready]

Lava looking very sad, hopeful, and symbolically the angelic triplet in Jai Lava Kusa (2017).

This movie is just Jr NTR aka Tarak flexing how versatile of an actor he is. The dynamic and chemistry of the brothers is what carries this movie from top to finish, all because the script gave them such distinct and different personalities and Tarak played each one to perfection.

[pinkpersonsblog]

I may try at least inking this since I’m not so great at coloring.

[rookie-critic]

Rookie-Critic's Top 25 Films of 2022: #7: RRR (dir. S. S. Rajamouli)

I can't even begin to describe how much fun I had while watching RRR. To call this film a roller coaster ride of action and emotion would be a criminal understatement. Now, I'm not the biggest fan of Bollywood/Tollywood films, more out of ignorance than anything else, really. It just always seemed like an impenetrable wall of wacky stories, musical numbers, and offbeat camerawork. It just never seemed like my kind of thing, so I've never really taken the dive into that world. This film single-handedly turned that opinion around, and now I'm hungry for more. The story of two friends who, unbeknownst to each other, are actively trying stop the other from accomplishing their goal is packed to the brim with unforgettable action sequences as well as musical numbers that, and I can't stress enough how much I normally don't like this kind of thing, are some of the best I've ever seen in film. With a runtime slightly exceeding three hours, I can honestly say I was never once bored. This film is entertaining, it's moving, it's inspiring, it's funny, and most importantly, it's exceptionally well-made. Director S. S. Rajamouli (who, unbeknownst to me until after I finished the film, directed the only other Tollywood film I've seen and loved, Eega) is a master craftsman behind the camera, and the cinematography (done by K. K. Senthil Kumar) is phenomenal. The action sequences are awe-inspiring, the musical numbers are fun when they need to be (see the Academy Award-winning song "Naatu Naatu" for confirmation) and moving when they need to be, the dramatic scenes hold the perfect amount of drama without slipping into camp or melodrama. Almost everything about RRR works. Even the English-language actors do a pretty good job which, from what I've seen of big-budget foreign cinema that employs English-language actors, that is not always the case. They're not the most subtle or eloquent actors in the world, but they play their parts well, and nothing about RRR is subtle, anyway (although it is eloquent). This film is brash and bold and as in-your-face as it can be, but the whole time it's doing this you are absolutely along for the ride. I said this in my original review and I will say it again here, I am purposefully talking around plot-specific details because I am of the strong opinion that everyone should walk into RRR as blind as possible for the maximum amount of enjoyment to happen. It's so much better when you have no idea how over-the-top it can get, and trust me, you have no idea how over-the-top this can get. I absolutely hate the fact that Netflix owns the North American distribution rights for this film, because that means it will probably never get a Region 1 Blu-ray (or, even sadder, a 4K edition), and I am forever stuck with either watching the Telugu-language file I have, or watching the Hindi-dubbed version of the film on Netflix. It's a shame, because that is absolutely one of the best films of last year and without a doubt the best action film of last year.

The Hindi-dub of the film is currently streaming on Netflix. The Telugu version, for those committed to watching through more "official" channels, is currently streaming on the ZEE5 Global streaming service.

You can read my original review of RRR here.

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[suchananewsblog]

NTR Jr. is riding the RRR wave, with an eye on Marvel Studios and an action-packed year ahead

At the Golden Globe Awards in Los Angeles last month, NTR Jr., one of the lead actors of blockbuster Telugu epic  RRR, both thrilled and shocked his fans and movie critics with his press interaction on the red carpet that quickly went viral. Netizens carefully dissected the hows and whys of the South Indian actor’s American twang, but what was remarkable was the ease and confidence with which the…

[hag-lad]

RATING NANDAMURI TARAKA RAMA RAO JR’s MANSPREADS ON A SCALE OF 1 - 10

Let’s start strong with a classic Temper moment. I love this spread. It’s got attitude, it’s got grit, it’s got a lil pinch of spice! Daya is BY FAR the most common character in my Tarak Manspread Definitive Collection, and for good reason. This man takes up space! He couldn’t close his legs if he tried! Truly inspirational.

I love that he has one knee up, an intriguing variation of the classic manspread, definitely bumps this entry up by at least a point. The chunky watch, visible chest hair, and glowering sneer are also great. But my favorite detail is the gapping buttons on his shirt. What’s he got in there?

Unfortunately, this cannot be a 10, simply because the photo cuts off too much. A complete manspread portrait needs to show both thighs, wide open. Subtracting one point for now, but willing to reevaluate if another version of this photograph (still?) can be hunted down.

FINAL VERDICT: 9/10

[tarak-manspread]

RATING NANDAMURI TARAKA RAMA RAO JR’S MANSPREADS ON A SCALE OF 1 - 10

Charan and Tarak’s knees touching is actually something that is so special and intimate and beautiful. I need a minute to lie down. This is much sweeter than a typical manspread, it's almost like a... like a romantic manspread?! Or "bromantic," I GUESS.

I'm very pleased by the severity of strain in the fabric of those trousers! They are one squirm away from BURSTING! Tarak is RISKING IT ALL!!! I love to see it. Also a huge fan of that can of Red Bull, narrowly escaping death in his tender, light-handed grasp. His carelessness creates tension that benefits the spread overall.

But his body language is much too casual. I'm charmed by the hand tucked into the armpit, but a top tier manspread is not "charming," it's threatening! It's obtuse!!!! This is downright POLITE! Charan's legs are not only further apart, but he's got more attitude, which makes him the superior manspreader in this image. Points deducted from Tarak for failing to annihilate the competition.

(Gonna start rating Charan's manspreads once I run out of Taraks, methinks.)

FINAL VERDICT: 3/10

[enigma-the-mysterious]

36, 20, 49

20. What is your favourite song at the moment?

My current taste in music is just the songs and OST from the movie RRR, from Naatu Naatu to Dosti XD But if I had to pinpoint a favourite song at the moment, it has to be Komuram Bheemudo. It's not just the song itself and its beautiful lyrics, it's the emotions surrounding it, the haunting visuals, the symbolisms and metaphors, the acting from the leads. Everything about Komuram Bheemudo makes it a religious experience for me. The first time I watched it, I cried, the 80th time I watched it, I still cried. I have written a long winded analysis of one (1) aspect of the song. There are 3 more lengthy analysis of it in my drafts.

So yes, "favourite" is a very weak word for what Komuram Bheemudo means to me right now. I am obsessed with it. That song lives rent free in my head.

36. 3 dreams you want to fullfill

Oh god, my biggest dream right now is to publish a novel. I love stories, I have loved them since my mother took me to the Kolkata International Book Fair (or boi mela, as we Kolkatans affectionately call it) at the ripe old age of 3. There is nothing I love more than listening to stories and telling new stories. So yes, published author goes into my bucket list of dreams

My second dream is becoming a pediatrician. You ever happen upon something and immediately know that it is your calling? I knew that pediatrics was my calling when I had my pediatrics rotation during my final year. A year and a half later, and I am still convinced that this is something that I NEED to do

And thirdly, well... a lifetime supply of chocolate would be fun. Oh, one can dream xD

49. Where I want to be right now?

In my pediatrics ward. Or SNCU. Or newborn care. Or pediatrics OPD. Honestly, I am not picky as long as it's somewhere in the pediatrics department.

Or perhaps at an interview with Ram Charan or Nandamuri Tarak Rama Rao Jr. That would be nice too

Thank you for the asks!

[gifseafins]

Just like the first fic I posted here on Tumblr, the VVR one.

The moment I regain access to AO3, this fic will receive a "deluxe version", with the addition of poetry, images and gifs, as well as its respective Portuguese version !

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Fanfic: The Master of the Casino

Chapter 1: Tarak Rama Rao

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It wasn't the first time one of these opportunists had been brought into Master Tarak's presence. In fact he had a unique nose for spotting these gambling NERDS.

The master always had it. It was precisely this ability that made him grow in the house.

Nothing goes unnoticed in the eyes of young Taraka Rama Rao. He could masterfully identify every gambler he believed could deliver the heist of a lifetime at the great Hyderabad Casino !

This ability earned him the favor of the former owner and founder of the casino, Lord Jagapathi Babu.

Lord Jagapathi was easily charmed by young Tarak's abilities. And he went on to keep him always with him, making him his apprentice, his right hand man and his successor.

Making him go from a mere croupier watchman to the owner of the entire casino ! And the casino grew impressively under the command of then Master Tarak.

But it was his unorthodox methods of dealing with scammers that made him famous.

Where others resorted to unmeasured violence and even death to make their point. Tarak had the habit of trying to find out why that person was trying to strike.

Even creating different punishments for each type of gambler. Thus developing its own casino penal code, the application of which extended from customers to employees.

Because Master Tarak will always ensure that anyone who betrays him can live long enough to pay the price of his crime !

And there was the most famous sentence of all, the one applied to young Priya Vasudev, who was caught trying to exchange fake chips in the casino for cash.

She told Mestre that she needed the money to pay for her grandfather's cancer treatment, and that she had bought the fake tokens from a man who offered various services, and who was always close to the subway.

And after a call to the hospital to confirm the girl's story, Master quickly made his decision. Giving her enough money to pay for her grandfather's treatment, and a contract to work as a waitress at the casino.

-Understand one thing, this is not your first chance, nor will I be granting you another. -This is your only chance ! -Betray me in any way and I will crush you with the same ease with which my finger crushes an ant. -Did you understand ?

-Yes sir !

And he dismissed her without giving her a second look. Totally oblivious to the joy that the opportunity he offered her has brought into young Priya's life.

As for the man on the subway, as well as the employee who provided the original chips for creating the replicas ? Well, they definitely didn't get the same mercy…

Because that was Master Tarak's differential, his paths followed a single road, that of justice !

And when the surveillance center noticed the young man at the Blackjack table, everyone knew that the Master's judgment would be required.

Whatever that boy's method was, he had already made a fortune at the table. And there were no signs that he was going to stop anytime soon.

The security room was a mess, with everyone trying to understand that boy's method. But conversations stopped just as Master Tarak walked through the doors.

-This is the person we were talking about Master.

One of the security guards warned while pointing to one of the monitors.

-Put on the main screen.

And so it was done, and Tarak just stared at the image on the screen without expressing any reaction.

After about ten minutes of analysis, Tarak turned and left the room giving his security guards a single order.

-Bring him to me now !

As he walked back to his office, Tarak had a magnificent smile on his face. And in his mind two certainties.

The first was that this kid, whoever he was, was a fucking mathematical genius.

And the second thing is that even hidden behind the glasses, Tarak could see that the boy's eyes were as deep as the sea.

And he was crazy to dive and explore the most abyssal of that ocean !

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End of Chapter One

[veteran-fanperson]

Jeelakarra Bellam

Continuing my bodyguard!Charak saga. This goes to the point where our two first meet.

Read on AO3 here.

Read the previous work here.

If you want to be on a taglist for this series, just let me know!

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“How about this one?” His assistant Raju slides another profile at him across the teak coffee table. “Nandamuri Taraka Rama Rao. 32 years old and Ex-Indian Army. Actually won the Vishisht Seva Medal before his release from the army five years ago. He was working with Pranav’s security detail previously, so great references too.” Raju continued. 

Charan picked it up, scanning the document. Two years older than him, yet such a different life. 

“Do you want to try him out for a while?” Raju persisted. “I asked around, he doesn’t have a creepy vibe. We could always go back to the agency after a month if you guys aren’t gelling well.” 

Sudhakar, Charan’s last bodyguard had been organised, quick and fun to hang out with and Charan would have been happy to hold on to him forever until he caught the man groping one of the young volunteers assigned to their entourage at a music release function. The sight of the girl’s tearful expression had prompted an instant dismissal from Charan, along with a change of their usual security agency. After their lacklustre reaction to his reason for breaking Sudhakar’s contract, Charan was sure of one thing at least - he did not want to hire any more of their people. 

“Why is the emergency contact section blank?” Charan asked him. 

Raju grimaced. “Yeah that threw me off too, and I called them up to ask if they’d just forgotten to put the information in. But no, turns out his father was absent. He was raised by his mother and she died five years ago. No siblings. I guess he’s a bit of a lone wolf, but the agency did make extensive enquiries. He showed incredible bravery saving civilians and fellow Jawans in a terrorist attack in Kashmir, hence the award. I interviewed him too and he was perfectly candid about things, just said he had a difficult couple of years and was still adjusting to life after. ”

“I guess it’s not a crime to have no close connections… but still, to not even list an old colleague or a neighbour?” Charan wondered, looking down at the page again, wondering what it was like to be this man. To be alone, day after day, month after month. What did he do after work? What did his phone look like? He looked at the picture, at the unsmiling face of a young man with short clipped hair and precise moustache. The eyes were blank, telling him nothing. 

“Let’s try him out,” he said finally. “But at the first sign of anything strange, he goes.”    

“Absolutely.” 

*****

A sharp knock sounded at his office door the next Monday morning and Charan looked up from the script with a start. 

“Come in,” he called out, and the door swung open.

“Hi there, I’m Tarak.” 

Charan gaped. The man who entered was only about as tall as Charan, but he walked with an energy and force that naturally drew the eye to him. He was simply dressed in a grey shirt and jeans, with plain sneakers on his feet. His hair was much longer than Charan anticipated, a mess of wild curls that stood around his head like a halo. His beard looked just as unruly as his hair. His shoulders were very broad, and he had thick muscly arms that were barely concealed by his shirt. The hand he extended out to Charan was large as well, a simple bracelet made with wooden beads adorning his wrist.  

“Hello?” prompted Tarak. “I was told you were expecting me.”

Charan continued to gape, registering with a shiver Tarak’s low, deep voice. His eyes were large and intensely dark, and Charan found it hard to look away from their hypnotising depths. “You don’t look anything like your picture.” He blurted out at last, mentally kicking himself a moment later because that was definitely not what he wanted to say. 

“Does your contract involve me being clean shaven, cutting my hair and keeping it regulation length?” Tarak asked him, withdrawing his hand. His voice was bland, but his eyes were not amused. 

Charan flushed. “Sorry I just - I don’t need anything like that - you don’t need to look a certain way - I mean unless you want to. It’s up to you.” he mumbled, looking down at his desk and quickly holding out his own hand. He felt the other man take it in a firm grip, shaking it quickly before letting go. There was a long, awkward pause as Charan studied the wavy lines of the wood in his desk. 

“May I sit down while we go over your schedule and general expectations or do you want me to come back later?” Tarak asked him finally. 

“Oh, no. Now is - now is fine. Just great. And yes, let me draw you a chair - hang on -” Charan babbled as he pushed his own chair back and stood up. He grabbed a chair and dragged it to the opposite side of the desk before returning to his own. He pushed the script pages aside, opening his desk drawers to find a copy of his schedule for the next month. 

“This month is mostly empty,” he said, pushing the schedule across to Tarak. “I just finished shooting the previous movie, it’s in post production now. Couple of dubbing bits left though. But I haven’t got - I don’t know exactly when. There are a few parties next month that I need to make an appearance at but this month is just - wardrobe fittings for the next movie starting up in six weeks time. Just got the script for it. I hope this one goes well because the last one - I don’t think it was very good, I think it’s going to bomb in the theatres - I did think it wasn’t a good idea but -” Stop talking. Stop talking. Stop talking.

“When would you like me to report each morning?” Tarak asked him, thankfully cutting off Charan’s rambling speech. “I’ll need a copy of this sent through to my phone.”

“I’ll ask Raju to do that. And I go to the gym early five mornings a week, like about four thirty. Two mornings I go riding. When I’m in town that is. Is that okay?”

“You make the hours.” Tarak said quietly. 

“I do have a small home gym but I enjoy working out with other people and my gym is fantastic. You can join me if you want, it’s a lot of fun.” Charan said, feeling a slight pang. Sudhakar was a fantastic gym buddy, he kept Charan motivated and kept unwanted company away. 

“Okay, and afterwards?” Tarak asked him, after another long pause filled with Charan brooding. 

“Oh.” Charan shook himself. “Afterwards I go home and have breakfast. Then a quick shower and I start for wherever I’m supposed to go by seven. To this office or shooting or whatever is on the schedule. I generally work till five unless it’s a shoot which can go on till ten. Most evenings I get off, I try to stay at home but there are sometimes functions I have to attend or people I have to have dinner with. Sometimes I meet my family or friends. That’s pretty much it.” He finished rather lamely, realising it did not sound very clear at all.

“Alright, sounds pretty straightforward.” Tarak said crisply, folding the schedule up and pulling out his phone. “I can start today if you want. Here’s my number, I already have yours. Just call or text me ten minutes before you need to leave and I’ll join you in the lobby. Is there anything you’d like to ask me?”  

“No. I mean, okay.” Charan said, grabbing his own phone.

“Yes?” Tarak asked politely.

“What?”

“You wanted to ask me something?”

“Oh.” Charan fumbled with his phone and it slipped out of his hands. “No, I mean. Not really. Sorry.”  

“That’s great then. See you later sir.” Tarak said, standing up and pushing his chair back.

“Just Charan is fine.” Charan replied, blushing slightly as he held out his hand. “And it is nice having you here - onboard I mean.”

“Likewise.” Tarak said, smiling slightly as he shook Charan’s hand again. His hand was warm and calloused. Charan shivered involuntarily at the touch, his heart picking up. His own hand felt clammy and cold. He wished he had wiped it before he shook Tarak’s hand. The tips of his fingers touched the cool wood of the beaded bracelet on Tarak’s hand, and he wondered if some girlfriend had given it to him. The thought of Tarak having a girlfriend suddenly made him feel a little sick. 

“I’ll let you get on with your reading?” Tarak’s voice broke through again and Charan dropped his hand like he’d had an electric shock. 

“Yes of course, let me see you out.” He pushed his chair aside hastily and headed to the door, catching his foot on his laptop cable. Charan made an undignified squeak as he pitched forward, straight into Tarak’s chest as the other man leaped forward to catch him. Charan’s laptop thudded on to the carpeted floor behind him. 

“Easy, easy.” Tarak’s low voice whispered to him, like he was trying to soothe a nervous horse. He smelled like sandalwood and starch and sunlight, a woodsy, earthy smell that reminded Charan of the countryside surrounding their Bangalore estate. He felt his face flame up in embarrassment - he was a dancer, an equestrian, a runner - all things that needed excellent hand-eye coordination. Ten minutes with this magnificent man and he had turned into a ditzy feather headed idiot. 

“They’re hard to see, these cables.” Tarak said, tugging Charan back into his seat and picking up his laptop. “I’ve tripped over them so many times myself.” He plugged it back in and smiled at Charan, his eyes lighting up for the first time since he had entered the room. His tone was kind and easy, and Charan found himself smiling back despite his embarrassment. “I’ll see myself out, don’t worry. Need to catch up with Ravi anyway.”

He walked to the door and glanced back. “See you later Charan.”

“Bye.” Charan whispered, and when the door clicked shut buried his face in his hands. 

‘You’ll like him, Charan. There’s something about him.’ Ravi had said. Well there certainly was something about Tarak. Just his luck that he had to end up with the hottest man he had ever seen in his life as his fucking bodyguard. Someone he had to talk to and travel with every single day. Someone he needed to see in the gym. He wondered what Tarak looked like under his shirt. He had certainly felt like a brickhouse when Charan had laid against his chest.  

Charan groaned and pulled at his hair. He was screwed.    

[neengareadynaaready]

Baby Tarak says hello.

[bheemaxrama]

The Prince and his Tiger by veteran_fanperson

https://archiveofourown.org/works/42486075

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: RRR (2022) Rating: Mature Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Ram Charan/Jr NTR | N. T. Rama Rao Jr. Characters: Ram Charan, Jr NTR  Additional Tags: AU - Bodyguard, Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship

Summary:

Alternate Universe: Charan is a young and upcoming movie star. Tarak is his jaded ex-military bodyguard.

Charan gets mobbed at an event. Tarak takes care of him. Fluffy, self indulgent, a little smutty.

Note: this fic and its other series?? AMAZING!! <333 I know RPF isn’t everyone’s cup of tea (it is mine idontmind) ;3

[pinkpersonsblog]

I think this looks better than the final product

[rookie-critic]

RRR (2022, dir. S. S. Rajamouli) - review by Rookie-Critic

I honestly don't really want to say anything about this movie other than it is one of the most entertaining roller coasters of a film I have ever had the absolute pleasure of watching. I honestly think you should go into this as blind as physically possible, but for the sake of the review I will write some things out and try to keep it all spoiler-free.

I've never really been interested in Tollywood (Telugu cinema) or Bollywood (Hindi cinema) films before, mostly out of a place of ignorance; they just never really seemed like "my thing," or at least that's what I always told myself. I have watched a few before and I've liked them. They're generally very fun, absolutely buckwild movies that are wholly unique to that part of the world, and even before watching RRR I always thought there was something very admirable in that. I had heard about this and remember when it dropped on Netflix back in May, I remember the internet being completely taken over by talk of how amazing this film is. It was 100% on my radar, and I still didn't make it a priority watch, and for that I feel absolutely ashamed. I am going to write this next statement with the full knowledge and awareness that I am completely out of my element with this genre and have absolutely no expertise to speak on it at all, but this has the be the absolute pinnacle of this style. Not just director S. S. Rajamouli's magnum opus, but Tollywood's as a whole. I have never come out the other end of a film so unabashedly joyous at how much fun I had just had. This movie is not only as over-the-top and bombastic as you would expect a Tollywood blockbuster to be (in my opinion, it feels even more so than the few others I've seen), but it is also incredibly emotionally engaging, and Rajamouli has managed to somehow balance both of these aspects in perfect harmony. The emotionally-charged scenes don't feel silly, and the silly over-the-top action scenes seem completely self-aware, it's a perfect mix. There are musical numbers in the film, which normally is a turn off for me, but they're used to such great and entertaining effect while also moving the plot forward. There is one song in the movie that is, and I say this with 100% confidence, the most moving and powerful musical sequence I have ever seen in a film. I was slack-jawed and blown away by it. I would also like to point out that, in a year with so many overstuffed and overlong films (Babylon, Bardo, Avatar 2, Elvis, The Fabelmans, Triangle of Sadness. I could keep going, but I'll stop), RRR is a 182 minute film that, when it's over and the credits are rolling across the screen, you'll wish wasn't. I was fully entertained by every single solitary second of this movie, never once feeling anything even resembling boredom. I was utterly and deeply enthralled by all 3 hours and 2 minutes of RRR, and that's not something I can say for hardly any other movie that is over the 3-hour benchmark.

If I had to say anything, ANYTHING, negative about RRR, it's that, like most non-English language films that utilize English-speaking actors, the English-speaking actors aren't doing... the best job. However, most of them don't take up too much screen time, and part of me wonders if the actors' acting was actually bad, or if it was how they were directed to act. Another part of me also knows that that is just kind of part of the genre, and I'm not sure I want to even hold that against it. Then, even another part of me wonders if I would even have that opinion if the actors weren't speaking English. Regardless, in the grand scope of the film, this feels like an insane nitpick to have. RRR is purely fun and easily one of last year's best films. Watch it as soon as you have the opportunity to. I know I say that whenever I like something a lot, but seriously, set aside 3 hours as soon as you possibly can and watch RRR.

10/10

The Hindi dub of the film is currently streaming on Netflix.

I, personally, found a way watch the original Telugu audio version of the film, and that is how I would recommend viewing it if you can, but I'm sure the Hindi dub is fine, as well.

[indiejones]

INDIES TOP 136 ACTORS & ACTRESSES OF I-N-D-I-A-N  CINEMA !

NOTE: Encompasses all traditional Indian film industries.

NOTE: Again, due to a difference of 20 spots btwn last name herein & next one eligible (& ever exponentially increasing with every subsequent candidate btw), ethics dictated the possibility of no more than the 136 cut-off number arrived at, for this most hallowed of Indian film honor lists.

Position  

Name

Eg. of Work                                                                            

1

Rajesh Khanna

Anand

2

Ashok Kumar

Mahal

3

Dilip Kumar

Gunga Jumna

4

Dev Anand

Kala Bazar

5

Meena Kumari

Kaajal

6

Suchitra Sen

Aandhi

7

Shashi Kapoor

Deewaar

8

Shammi Kapoor

Vidhaata

9

Uttam Kumar

Chiriyakhana

10

Prem Nazir

Pancha Thanthram

11

Madhavi Mukherjee

Diba Ratrir Kabya

12

N.T. Rama Rao

Daana Veera Soora Karna

13

Rajendra Kumar Tuli

Jurrat

14

Madhubala

Mughal-E-Azam

15

Vanisri

Kathanayika Molla

16

Sowcar Janaki

Iru Kodugal

17

C.R. Vijayakumari

Kadhal Sadugudu

18

Rajasulochana

Piya Milan

19

Varalakshmi S.

Chakravarthi Thirumagal

20

T.R. Rajakumari

Thangamalai Rahasyam

21

Pandari Bai

Namma Makkalu

22

Sujatha

Guppedu Manasu

23

Jayamala

Purana Purush

24

Sharada

Samaj Ko Badal Dalo

25

Jayabharathi

Marupakkam

26

Arathi

Dharmasere

27

Urvashi

Soorarai Pottru

28

K.R. Savithri

Yaathra

29

Dharmendra

Sholay

30

K.P.A.C. Lalitha

Godfather

31

Sreeleela

PellisandaD

32

Aachi Manorama

Puthiya Pathai

33

Usharani

Hitler

34

Shanvi Srivastava

Tarak

35

Shreeram Lagoo

Gharaonda

36

Kavita Srinivasan

P.S. Zindagi

37

Nargis

Mother India

38

Kamini Kaushal

Kabir Singh

39

Nutan

Seema

40

Mala Sinha

Jahan Ara

41

Waheeda Rehman

Guide

42

Mumtaz Askari

Khilona

43

Rekha

Koi... Mil Gaya

44

Rakhee Gulzar

Daag: A Poem of Love

45

Ruby Mayer

Talash

46

Rose

Hamari Betiyan

47

Anita Guha

Kan Kan Men Bhagwan

48

Bibbo

Manmohan

49

Nimmi

Arpan

50

Nalini Jaywant

Kala Pani

51

Bina Rai

Taj Mahal

52

Sushila Devi

Kalidas

53

Chandraprabha

Jawani Ki Hawa

54

Sushila

Hatimtai

55

Gulab

Janjir Ne Jankare

56

Paro

Ustad 420

57

Madhuri

Thokar

58

Sakina

Sukanya Savitri

59

Vanamala

Parbat Pe Apna Dera

60

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123

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124

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125

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126

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128

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