44th Internatinal Film Festival of India. Goa. 20-30Nov 2013

[Annamalai Karu]

44th Internatinal Film Festival of India. Goa.

20-30Nov 2013

http://www.iffidatakal.iffigoa.org/webreg/accreditation/en/delegate_start.aspx

regards

Annamalai.Karu

[Tasneem Khan]

Yes:-) Who all are going?

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Hope is a good thing, maybe the best of things, and no good thing ever dies. I will be hoping that this letter finds you, and finds you well. 

[Kaustubh Naik]

Me. Tunalee and Anshuman would also be there.

[Tasneem Khan]

Oh! Very nice, wish we all could be there..

And dear all, the conversation is here to motivate one-another to be there :-)

Best wishes,

Tasneem

[Madhuri Maitra]

have fun guys :)

[Pravesh Gaury 'Naman']

Not final...:(
But i'll try my best...:D

[Zeinul Hukuman]

Eagerly waiting to meet FAC batchmates again in Goa 

 

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From: Madhuri Maitra <madhurim...@gmail.com>
To: fac...@googlegroups.com
Sent: Friday, October 4, 2013 9:32 AM
Subject: Re: 44th Internatinal Film Festival of India. Goa. 20-30Nov 2013

[Shweta M]

Would have loved to go..
Maybe next year :-)
Enjoy all who are going
Cheers
Shweta

[Nilim Chetia]

last year i was there...
this year i will definitely be at IFFI....
waiting to meet my FA batchmates at goa...

[sheelpa kothari]

I have invitation but can't attend the fest this year. wish u all a lot of fun! Enjoy! 

On Thu, Oct 3, 2013 at 6:02 PM, Annamalai Karu <karuan...@gmail.com> wrote:

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[Debapriya Banerjee]

Me too planning.  I hv been in the crew of 2 films which has been selected. Have to work on my funds..

[Shweta M]

Sharing a note from my log. Hope you are all doing great!
Shweta

-Friends, just wrote what I felt about the marathon last Sunday, October 13th. Its nothing great, I know, it was just a half marathon, I know. But this is my first time and I ain't a runner. So this experience that I wanted to share.. was unexpected, I thought it would be just a physical challenge, but it was much more than that. I may sound very sentimental to many, and that's normally not me :) Hope you can relate with few parts here...
C and Cs welcome :-)
That extra mile...
      A week! Last Sunday morning was one of those life changing experience for me. I ran. For first time in my life, I ran for 13.1 miles (about 21 kms) within 3 hours. I ain't a runner. I have always preferred cycling over running and I had an option of cycling 26 miles instead, but I chose to run. As they say, 'Life is all about the choices that we make'.. so true! It might have been a different experience altogether otherwise. I have been actively involved in some sport always, but I knew I am lazy when it comes to running. I had no clue how I will run 13 miles when I didn't go beyond couple of miles on treadmill in gym ever. That too in two months time.. Keeping a decent timing for finish was next concern, but I did not really care about that till last moment. I just wanted to finish! And I did. In a decent time.. With thousands of runners. Few known faces from our team of IFA- YP, who got scattered and then lost in the ocean of people, ready to run for hours on the beautiful pacific ocean shore of Long Beach. All other strangers otherwise. Why were we running? Why was everyone running on a Sunday morning when they could have just curled up on their beds cozily till noon? What were we trying to do or prove by doing this?I knew my reason. I was running for IFA and supporting their cause and different projects in rural India. To create opportunities for the underprivileged. Why were others running? I didn't know them.. but their t-shirts said it all.- I love someone with autism.- I lost someone to breast cancer.- Leukemia, fight.- I love animals (PETA)- Green Earth, save trees.- Social work isn't work, its pleasure.And much more....Are they getting paid for this? No! Everyone paid to participate in the marathon, training for months, putting in so much sweat, hours and some money too. Almost everyone was raising funds for some cause. Raising funds is like involving friends and family in the good deed, sharing the 'feel good' satisfaction after doing something good, by just supporting someone, who's going that extra mile for the cause they believe in.I was very low a day before, many things mentally and physically drained me. Its been a tough year after all, most of you know. Why not just run for sake of running for the cause and do a 5k run instead of 13 miles, I thought, a day before. But something inside wasn't allowing me to back off now. No one would have bothered. But couple of team mates lifted my spirits up by encouraging me to stick to the plan for my own contentment. Thank god for such friends, I got my bib number for the half marathon and decided to go ahead, no matter what, no matter how much pain, no matter how much it would make me breathless and dizzy, I wanted to finish, to cross the finish line on the ocean shore with ocean of people..Miles after miles, the legs were at work. I was wearing a cap that belonged to someone who lost her fight to breast cancer..that said 'Powerful' on it. There was a eighty year old gentleman walking and inspiring everyone around him. Strangers were waiting at curb side to cheer up runners they didn't know. Those funny cheer boards they had definitely made us smile and feel light again. Kids waiting to give you hi-fives, volunteers smiling when they held out water for us saying 'you can do it! '.. Yes, I said to myself, and to my Dad, in my mind, 'lets do it!' I am sure he smiled and blessed me from wherever he is now..I wanted to believe again, in me, in the cause we support, in human relationships, in life in general. And it did the trick! Bulls eye!!! I don't remember how my lungs were out of oxygen for moments of despair, how my right hip joint felt like its coming off, how my left toe nail got all black and blue and I couldn't feel my feet anymore. But I remember, how I kept running.. breathing..pumping that organ that beats to keep us all alive. I was walking a little, thinking I can't run anymore, but proving myself wrong and running again. Running had become life in those hours, like I don't know anything else apart from running. I started loving it. The cool ocean breeze was drying up the sweat and was singing sweet melody while passing by my ears. There was a rhythm. The breeze and the breath. My legs, hands, lungs, heart, all in a rhythm.. realizing the unknown capabilities our body can have in such situations. The creator has definitely made us mean machines, we can keep on going and going, if we let go...The first thing I did after crossing the finish line, was to let go of the emotional built up inside, Dads death and things that followed after that .. tears mixed up with sweat.. salt and water.. like the one in that ocean next to me... and I felt something I haven't felt in last few months. Sheer joy!Today a week after, reliving those moments and promising myself that I would keep running, do more marathons, supporting many other causes I feel strongly for. Assuring myself there are people who will encourage me, support me and be a part of my journey. Then the full marathon is possible too, soon :-)Thank you for being a friend!Cheers,Shweta

[sheelpa kothari]

Hey, Shweta! 

Kudos to ur spirit! Bravo :)

[Shweta M]

Thank you Sheelpa!
:-)

On Friday, October 25, 2013, sheelpa kothari <sheelpa...@gmail.com> wrote:
> Hey, Shweta! 
> Kudos to ur spirit! Bravo :)
>
>
> On Thu, Oct 24, 2013 at 2:12 AM, Shweta M <shweta.m...@gmail.com> wrote:
>
> Sharing a note from my log. Hope you are all doing great!
> Shweta
>
> -Friends, just wrote what I felt about the marathon last Sunday, October 13th. Its nothing great, I know, it was just a half marathon, I know. But this is my first time and I ain't a runner. So this experience that I wanted to share.. was unexpected, I thought it would be just a physical challenge, but it was much more than that. I may sound very sentimental to many, and that's normally not me :) Hope you can relate with few parts here...
> C and Cs welcome :-)
> That extra mile...
>       A week! Last Sunday morning was one of those life changing experience for me. I ran. For first time in my life, I ran for 13.1 miles (about 21 kms) within 3 hours. I ain't a runner. I have always preferred cycling over running and I had an option of cycling 26 miles instead, but I chose to run. As they say, 'Life is all about the choices that we make'.. so true! It might have been a different experience altogether otherwise. I have been actively involved in some sport always, but I knew I am lazy when it comes to running. I had no clue how I will run 13 miles when I didn't go beyond couple of miles on treadmill in gym ever. That too in two months time.. Keeping a decent timing for finish was next concern, but I did not really care about that till last moment. I just wanted to finish! And I did. In a decent time.. With thousands of runners. Few known faces from our team of IFA- YP, who got scattered and then lost in the ocean of people, ready to run for hours on the beautiful pacific ocean shore of Long Beach. All other strangers otherwise. Why were we running? Why was everyone running on a Sunday morning when they could have just curled up on their beds cozily till noon? What were we trying to do or prove by doing this?I knew my reason. I was running for IFA and supporting their cause and different projects in rural India. To create opportunities for the underprivileged. Why were others running? I didn't know them.. but their t-shirts said it all.- I love someone with autism.- I lost someone to breast cancer.- Leukemia, fight.- I love animals (PETA)- Green Earth, save trees.- Social work isn't work, its pleasure.And much more....Are they getting paid for this? No! Everyone paid to participate in the marathon, training for months, putting in so much sweat, hours and some money too. Almost everyone was raising funds for some cause. Raising funds is like involving friends and family in the good deed, sharing the 'feel good' satisfaction after doing something good, by just supporting someone, who's going that extra mile for the cause they believe in.I was very low a day before, many things mentally and physically drained me. Its been a tough year after all, most of you know. Why not just run for sake of running for the cause and do a 5k run instead of 13 miles, I thought, a day before. But something inside wasn't allowing me to back off now. No one would have bothered. But couple of team mates lifted my spirits up by encouraging me to stick to the plan for my own contentment. Thank god for such friends, I got my bib number for the half marathon and decided to go ahead, no matter what, no matter how much pain, no matter how much it would make me breathless and dizzy, I wanted to finish, to cross the finish line on the ocean shore with ocean of people..Miles after miles, the legs were at work. I was wearing a cap that belonged to someone who lost her fight to breast cancer..that said 'Powerful' on it. There was a eighty year old gentleman walking and inspiring everyone around him. Strangers were waiting at curb side to cheer up runners they didn't know. Those funny cheer boards they had definitely made us smile and feel light again. Kids waiting to give you hi-fives, volunteers smiling when they held out water for us saying 'you can do it! '.. Yes, I said to myself, and to my Dad, in my mind, 'lets do it!' I am sure he smiled and blessed me from wherever he is now..I wanted to believe again, in me, in the cause we support, in human relationships, in life in general. And it did the trick! Bulls eye!!! I don't remember how my lungs were out of oxygen for moments of despair, how my right hip joint felt like its coming off, how my left toe nail got all black and blue and I couldn't feel my feet anymore. But I remember, how I kept running.. breathing..pumping that organ that beats to keep us all alive. I was walking a little, thinking I can't run anymore, but proving myself wrong and running again. Running had become life in those hours, like I don't know anything else apart from running. I started loving it. The
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