I Miss You

Mihran Kalaydjian Singing I Miss You

Lyrics “ I Miss You”
Written by Marl Hazou & Arelette Demerjian
Arrangement & Mix: Edward Khoury
Violin: Seto Najarian
Producer: Edward Khoury & Elias Bandak
Music Arrangements: Edward Khoury
Record Labels: Paramount Studios

Moon dim reflection, eye, eye,
Desperate to hang onto your smile, desperate to end, desperate to end I leave you my love and leave,
My heart goes up in a fresh wound,
And my love for a broken branch, a branch like a broken branch
Swaying in the autumn wind, autumn wind, autumn wind.
Wind Wind pokir O my love without pain,
Then kiss plokvats bark of a tree,
Let wound pain, it hurt the tree.
Oh, just crying out for yourself, at least one voice say,
But it did not look, but did not look,
Oh, just crying out for yourself, at least one voice say,
But it did not look, but did not look,
The stars are chrel our eyes and look on in amazement,
Do not kill, do not kill your love,
You will not have a second.
I leave you my love and leave,
My heart goes up in a fresh wound,
And my love for a broken branch, a branch like a broken branch
Swaying in the autumn wind, autumn wind, autumn wind.
Wind Wind pokir O my love without pain,
Then kiss plokvats bark of a tree,
Let wound pain, it hurt the tree.
Oh, just crying out for yourself, at least one voice say,
But it did not look, but did not look,
Oh, just crying out for yourself, at least one voice say,
But it did not look, but did not look,
The stars are chrel our eyes and look on in amazement,
Do not kill, do not kill your love,
You will not have a second.
Wind Wind pokir O my love without pain,
Then kiss plokvats bark of a tree,
Wind Wind pokir O my love without pain,
Wind Wind pokir O my love without pain

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Why the Indian middle class may resolve power problems!

Indian cities are today bustling with opportunities, buildings and new multiplexes. But then look in a bit closer, there are problems. An important issue is uninterrupted power! Bangalore city is today not just famous for its IT and Start-up prowess, but also erratic power supply and the familiar noise of Diesel gensets. They experience at least 3-4 hours of power cuts every day. Unfortunate, yet true.

So is there a solution?
A few citizens today are now setting up ‘rooftop’ solar panels and generating power. Apartment associations are also debating the long term return on investment of solar panels , inverters, power storage systems in long term. Although the initial cost  of setting up a rooftop solar plant might seem higher, the average daily running cost is relatively cheaper.  A diesel genset for example consumes 3-4 litres of fuel to generate 1000 watts of AC output.  Simple math would tell you the cost is only going to go up for daily upkeep. While a rooftop solar project will cost less over a period of 5 years or much more.

The middle class today buys apartments, villas and duplexes in the range of Rs.50 lakh to Rs.1 crore or even more. Would it not be efficient to set up a self sustaining electrical system as well?

 

Kiss your hand woman

Mihran Kalaydjian Singing Kiss your hand woman

Mihran Kalaydjian Singing Kiss your hand woman

Lyrics “Kiss your hand woman ”
Written by Marl Hazou
Arrangement & Mix: Edward Khoury
Producer: Edward Khoury & Elias Bandak
Music Arrangements: Edward Khoury
Record Labels: Paramount Studios

Kiss, woman, your hand
Always working
Both small and flower
Kiss, woman, thy hand.

As a wing that flew
He tired tireless
Let rest Quiet
As a wing which flew.

Children sleep in their nest
Innocent them were sleeping, Mom,
All carefree and fearless
Children sleep in their nest.

And with your hand here,
On a light cushion
Alintătoare and gentle
And with your hand here.

Refrain
Holy us her house with her eternal fire from the hearth,
Holy us her house with her hard stone threshold,
Holy’s house in swing I miss you down,
Holy ni increases boy’s house a virgin.

Kiss, woman, eyes
The tear and spark,
The king and zee,
Kiss, woman, eyes.

Kiss, good, your word
With clarity springs
The spell of the rising sun,
Kiss, woman, your word.

Kiss your hair beautiful,
Unbeatable as rye,
When a wind-nfioară evening
Kiss and your hair beautiful.

And fall, baby, knees
And I kiss the foot
It’s suffering and hurt
And fall, baby, knees.

Refrain
Holy us her house with her eternal fire from the hearth,
Holy us her house with her hard stone threshold,
Holy’s house in swing I miss you down,
Holy ni increases boy’s house a virgin.

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elegancy, classical and imagination below paradise!

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Those friends thou hast

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“Those friends thou hast, and their adoption tried,
Grapple them to thy soul with hoops of steel;”
(Hamlet Scene 1 Act 3 – Shakespeare)

Unlike many people, I don’t have many friends. I only have few friends I try my best to trust and not depend on. I have few friends, not because I chose to have only a few. I have few friends because I’m stuck with only few. The number of my friends decreases every single day, sometimes even every single hour. Okay, so maybe I’m exaggerating, if I only have few friends and the number decreases every single day, then by two weeks I end up friendless. My point is, I have some friends, not many, but few. And I do confess I have never chosen to have few friend, for I always wanted to be popular and loved by so many people, it just never worked for me…

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