Yangon (Burmese: ရန်ကုန်; MLCTS: rankun mrui, pronounced: [jàɴɡòʊɴ mjo̰]; also known as Rangoon, literally: "End of Strife") is a former capital of Burma (Myanmar) and the capital of Yangon Region. Although the military government has officially relocated the capital to Naypyidaw since March 2006, Yangon, with a population of over four million, continues to be the country's largest city and the most important commercial centre.
Yangon's infrastructure is undeveloped compared to those of other major cities in Southeast Asia. Yangon has the largest number of colonial buildings in Southeast Asia today. While many high-rise residential and commercial buildings have been constructed or renovated throughout downtown and Greater Yangon in the past two decades, most satellite towns that ring the city continue to be deeply impoverished.
Yangon (ရန်ကုန်) is a combination of the two words yan (ရန်) and koun (ကုန်), which mean "enemies" and "run out of" respectively. It is also translated as "End of Strife". "Rangoon" most likely comes from the British imitation of the pronunciation of "Yangon" in the Rakhine dialect (Arakanese) of Burmese, which is [rɔ̀ɴɡʊ́ɴ].
Viluppuram Chinnaiahpillai Ganesan Manrayar, commonly known by his stage name Sivaji Ganesan (1 October 1927 – 21 July 2001), was an Indian stage and film actor active during the latter half of the 20th century and was one of the most respected film actors in India. He was well known for his versatility and acting skills with numerous roles depicted on screen. He progressed from a stage actor since his childhood to the filmdom with such an authority that the Tamil cinema considered as the golden era. In a career spanning close to five decades he has acted in nearly 300 films in Tamil, Telugu, Kannada, Malayalam and Hindi.
Ganesan was the first Indian film actor to win a "Best Actor" award in an International film festival, the Afro-Asian Film Festival held in Cairo, Egypt in 1960. Many leading South Indian film actors have stated that their acting was influenced by Ganesan. He was also the first Indian actor to be made a Chevalier of the Ordre des Arts et des Lettres.
Ganesan is remembered as the iconic figure of Tamil cinema. He is referred to as "The Marlon Brando of Indian Cinema". From Parasakthi onwards, he has won the President's Award for more than 12 times. During end of his career, Ganesan was conferred the highest and the most prestigious Dadasaheb Phalke Award for his contribution to Indian cinema in 1997. In spite of his celebrated film career, his short stint in politics became a futile attempt.
Shamshad Begum (born April 14, 1919) is an Indian singer who was one of the first playback singers in the Hindi film industry.
Begum was born in Amritsar, Punjab. She was a big fan of K.L. Saigal and watched Devdas 14 times. She earned 15 rupees per song and was awarded 5,000 on the completion of the contract on Xenophone, a renowned music recording company.
Sometime back, a controversy erupted in the media, when several publications gave the false news of her death, before it was clarified that the Shamshad Begum who died in 1998 was Saira Banu's (Dilip Kumar's wife) grandmother with the same name. The singer has been living with her daughter Usha Ratra and son-in-law in Mumbai, ever since her husband Ganpat Lal Batto died in 1955. Recently, she celebrated her 89th birthday at her elder sister's house and now she stays at - Hiranandani Gardens, Powai, Mumbai She was conferred the Padma Bhushan in 2009.
Begum made her debut on radio on Peshawar Radio in Lahore on December 16, 1947, captivating the hearts of her listeners with the enchanting depth of her voice. Shamshad was very much conscious of her not so beautiful face and she never posed for any pictures and not many people saw her pictures anywhere. Until the end of the 1970s, nobody knew her face at all, though everybody could recognise her melodious voice as it was used by the great maestros like Naushad Ali and O. P. Nayyar. Even today, her songs from the 1950s, 1960s and early 1970s are popular and continue to be remixed by music directors.
As I walk along I wonder
What went wrong with our love
A love that was so strong
And as I still walk on I think of
The things we've done together
While our hearts were young
I'm a-walking in the rain
Tears are falling and I feel the pain
Wishing you were here by me
To end this misery and I wonder
I wah, wah, wah, wah wonder
Why, why, why, why, why she ran away
And I wonder when she will stay
My little runaway a-run, run, run, run, a-runaway
I'm a-walking in the rain
Tears are falling and I feel the pain
Wishing you were here by me
To end this misery and I wonder
I wah, wah, wah, wah wonder
Why, why, why, why, why she ran away
And I wonder when she will stay
My little runaway, a-run, run, run, run, a-runaway
Run run run run runaway
Run run run run runaway
(S. Cossette / S. Cossette, M. Corriveau)
Y'a des histoires que la memoire
Devrait laisser mourir au fond d'un tiroir
Y'a meme des sages qui ne peuvent contrer la rage
Quand le souvenir montre son vrai visage
Refrain:
Elle attire dans son lit
Et retient tel un vampire
Une morsure
Et l'amertume coule dans les veines
Rancune
Oublier...
Effacer...
Pardonner, ne jamais retenir
Avancer...
Ignorer...
Liberer...
Dans les decombres ou tout est sombre
Y'a parmis les cendres une bombe
Des profondeurs eclate la douleur
Quand l'ennemi montre ses vraies couleurs
Y'a des histoires que la memoire
Devrait laisser mourir au fond d'un tiroir
Y'a meme des sages qui ne peuvent contrer la rage
Quand le souvenir montre son vrai visage
Refrain:
Elle attire dans son lit
Et retient tel un vampire
Une morsure
Et l'amertume coule dans les veines
Rancune
Oublier...
Effacer...
Pardonner, ne jamais retenir
Avancer...
Ignorer...
Liberer...
Dans les decombres ou tout est sombre
Y'a parmis les cendres une bombe
Des profondeurs eclate la douleur
Quand l'ennemi montre ses vraies couleurs
Well, it's the strangling of the scene
The most peculiar of design
The rods and cones just crossed the line
The one that makes the engine run
But as the sun goes down at Rincon
It makes the strangest of design
It's the scrambling of the signal
That stops the tune of Earnest Ranglin
I've reached out to every crook I've seen
The lonely life of the wrangler appears to shine
Well, it's the granite of your fingers
That drinks me underneath the table
It's the shuffling of the cards