Plot
Shyam is an honest and dedicated CBI Officer. He is assigned to a series of crimes involving a crime syndicate who, amongst other things, use disappearing ink on cheques issued to jewellers. With no clues left behind, Shyam is under pressure to put a stop to these crimes, as well as apprehend their perpetrators
Keywords: disappearing-ink, murder, train, train-robbery
1 (one; /ˈwʌn/ or UK /ˈwɒn/) is a number, a numeral, and the name of the glyph representing that number. It represents a single entity, the unit of counting or measurement. For example, a line segment of "unit length" is a line segment of length 1.
One, sometimes referred to as unity, is the integer before two and after zero. One is the first non-zero number in the natural numbers as well as the first odd number in the natural numbers.
Any number multiplied by one is the number, as one is the identity for multiplication. As a result, one is its own factorial, its own square, its own cube, and so on. One is also the empty product, as any number multiplied by one is itself, which produces the same result as multiplying by no numbers at all.
The glyph used today in the Western world to represent the number 1, a vertical line, often with a serif at the top and sometimes a short horizontal line at the bottom, traces its roots back to the Indians, who wrote 1 as a horizontal line, much like the Chinese character 一. The Gupta wrote it as a curved line, and the Nagari sometimes added a small circle on the left (rotated a quarter turn to the right, this 9-look-alike became the present day numeral 1 in the Gujarati and Punjabi scripts). The Nepali also rotated it to the right but kept the circle small. This eventually became the top serif in the modern numeral, but the occasional short horizontal line at the bottom probably originates from similarity with the Roman numeral Failed to parse (Missing texvc executable; please see math/README to configure.): \mathrm{I} . In some European countries (e.g., Germany), the little serif at the top is sometimes extended into a long upstroke, sometimes as long as the vertical line, which can lead to confusion with the glyph for seven in other countries. Where the 1 is written with a long upstroke, the number 7 has a horizontal stroke through the vertical line.
Mischa Maisky (Latvian: Miša Maiskis; born January 10, 1948 in Riga) is a Soviet and an Israeli cellist.
Maisky was born as the younger brother of organist and harpsichordist Valery Maisky (1942-1981).
He began studies at the Leningrad Conservatory and later with Mstislav Rostropovich at the Moscow Conservatory whilst pursuing a concert career throughout the Soviet Union. In 1966 he won 6th Prize at the Moscow International Tchaikovsky Competition. In 1970, he was imprisoned in a labor camp near Gorky for 18 months.[citation needed] After his release, he emigrated to Israel, where he holds citizenship. He also studied for a time with Gregor Piatigorsky in Los Angeles. He currently lives in Belgium.
In his performing and recording career, Maisky has worked in long-standing partnerships with artists such as the pianists Martha Argerich, Radu Lupu, and Sergio Tiempo, the violinists Gidon Kremer and Janine Jansen, and the conductors Leonard Bernstein, Zubin Mehta, Vladimir Ashkenazy, Daniel Barenboim, and Giuseppe Sinopoli.
David William Donald Cameron (pronunciation: /ˈkæmərən/; born 9 October 1966) is the Prime Minister of the United Kingdom, First Lord of the Treasury, Minister for the Civil Service and Leader of the Conservative Party. He represents Witney as its Member of Parliament (MP).
Cameron studied Philosophy, Politics and Economics (PPE) at Oxford, gaining a first class honours degree. He then joined the Conservative Research Department and became Special Adviser to Norman Lamont, and then to Michael Howard. He was Director of Corporate Affairs at Carlton Communications for seven years.
He was defeated in his first candidacy for Parliament at Stafford in 1997, but was elected in 2001 as the Member of Parliament for the Oxfordshire constituency of Witney. He was promoted to the Opposition front bench two years later, and rose rapidly to become head of policy co-ordination during the 2005 general election campaign. With a public image of a youthful, moderate candidate who would appeal to young voters, he won the Conservative leadership election in 2005.
Alexander Boris de Pfeffel Johnson (born 19 June 1964) is an American-born British Conservative Party politician and journalist, who has been the elected Mayor of London since 2008. He was previously the Member of Parliament for Henley and editor of The Spectator magazine.
Johnson was educated at Primrose Hill Primary School, the European School of Brussels, Ashdown House School, Eton College, and Balliol College, Oxford, where he read Literae Humaniores. He began his career in journalism with The Times, and later moved on to The Daily Telegraph where he became assistant editor. He was appointed editor of The Spectator in 1999. In the 2001 general election he was elected to the House of Commons and became one of the most conspicuous politicians in the country. He has also written several books.
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Johannes Brahms (pronounced [joːˈhanəs ˈbʁaːms]; 7 May 1833 – 3 April 1897) was a German composer and pianist, and one of the leading musicians of the Romantic period. Born in Hamburg, Brahms spent much of his professional life in Vienna, Austria, where he was a leader of the musical scene. In his lifetime, Brahms's popularity and influence were considerable; following a comment by the nineteenth-century conductor Hans von Bülow, he is sometimes grouped with Johann Sebastian Bach and Ludwig van Beethoven as one of the Three Bs.
Brahms composed for piano, chamber ensembles, symphony orchestra, and for voice and chorus. A virtuoso pianist, he premiered many of his own works; he also worked with some of the leading performers of his time, including the pianist Clara Schumann and the violinist Joseph Joachim. Many of his works have become staples of the modern concert repertoire. Brahms, an uncompromising perfectionist, destroyed many of his works and left some of them unpublished.
Brahms is often considered both a traditionalist and an innovator. His music is firmly rooted in the structures and compositional techniques of the Baroque and Classical masters. He was a master of counterpoint, the complex and highly disciplined art for which Johann Sebastian Bach is famous, and also of development, a compositional ethos pioneered by Joseph Haydn, Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart and Ludwig van Beethoven. Brahms aimed to honour the "purity" of these venerable "German" structures and advance them into a Romantic idiom, in the process creating bold new approaches to harmony and melody. While many contemporaries found his music too academic, his contribution and craftsmanship have been admired by subsequent figures as diverse as Arnold Schoenberg and Edward Elgar. The diligent, highly constructed nature of Brahms's works was a starting point and an inspiration for a generation of composers.
Uh uh uh
I just gotta bring it to they
Attention dirty, that?s all
You better watch who you talkin' 'bout
Runnin' your mouth, like you know me
You gon? fuck around and show why the show me
Get called the show me
Why one-on-one you can?t hold me if your last name was Haynes
Only way you wear me out is stitch my name on your pants
No resident of France, but you swear I?m from Paris
Hundred six karats, total, naw that?s per wrist
Trying to com purr this, my chain to yo? chain
I?m like sprint or Motorola, no service, out of your range
You out of your brains, thinkin' I?ma shout out your name
You gotta come up with better ways than that to catch your fame
All that pressure you applyin' it?s time to ease off
Before I hit you from the blindside takin' your sleeves off
As much as we?s floss, still hard to please boss
Don?t be lyin' bitchin' and cryin' suck it up as a loss
'Cause your, acts is wack, your whole label is wack
And matter fact, eh eh-eh eh a-hold that
I, am number one, no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and write it
I am number one
Hey hey hey hey
Now let me ask you man
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
What does it take to be number one?
Hey hey hey hey
Do you like it when I shake it for ya, daddy? Move it all around?
Let you get a peep before it touches the ground?
Hell yeah ma I love a girl that?s willin' to learn
Willin' to get in the driver?s seat and willin' to turn
And not concerned about that he say, she say, did he say
What I think he said? Squash that, he probably got that off E bay
Or some, Internet access some, website chat line
Mad 'cause I got mine, oh don?t wind up on the flat line
Oh if my uncle could see me now
If he could see how many rappers wanna be me now
Straight emulatin my style right to the down down
Can?t leave out the store now better wait ?til they calm down
I got hella shorties, comin' askin, "Yo, where the party?"
Oh Lordy, I?d like to continue to act naughty
Mixing Cris and Bacardi got me thinkin' fo? sho?
I?m not a man of many words but there?s one thing I know, pimp
I am number one, no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and write it
I am number one
Hey hey hey hey
Now tell me now dirty
What does it take to be number one?
Two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
Tell me, what does it take to be number one?
Hey hey hey hey
Check it, uhh, check, yo
Aiyyo I?m tired of people judgin' what?s real hip hop
Half the time you be them niggaz who fuckin' album flop
You know, boat done sank and it ain?t left the dock
C?mon! mad 'cause I?m hot, he just mad 'cause he not
You ain?t gotta gimme my props, just gimme the yachts
Gimme my rocks and keep my fans comin' in flocks
Til you top the super bowl, keep your mouth on lock
I?m awake, ha ha ha
I?m cocky on the mic but I?m humble in real life
Taking nothin' for granted blessin' everything on my life
Trying to see a new light at the top of the roof
Baby name not Sigel but I speak the truth
I heat the booth, Nelly actin' so uncouth
Top down shirt off in the coupe, spreadin' the loot
With my family and friends, and my closest of kin
And I?ll do it again if it means I?ma win
Dirty I am number one, no matter if you like it
Here take it sit down and write it
I number one, two is not a winner and three nobody remembers
Whhhhhhhoooooooaaaaaa
It’s Lil’ Fizz
With my cousin Jhene
This is incredible right here
T.U.G
Yeah
Sneaky
When your with me
Freaky
Oh I can't believe it
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know
Keep sneakin
Creepin
I be beepin
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
I ain’t gonna trip
Or act a fool
When you get home late at night
Cause it ain’t no reason for me to blow my cool
As long as you get there alright
The ladies keep staring
Boi you know I ain’t caring
And it doesn't make a difference to me
If you want to be sneaky I'll be sneaky too
Cause I ain't the type that’s going to be chasing after you (your so.......)
Sneaky
When your with me
Freaky
Oh I can't believe it
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know
Keep sneakin
Creepin
I’ll be beepin
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
Sneaky
When your with me
Freaky (Well be both creapin)
Oh I can't believe it
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know
Keep Sneakin
Creepin
I’ll be beepin (be beepin)
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
Wanna be all up in your face
Like the other girl may do
I don’t really even care what the others say
As long as you can come and chill with your boo
You keep on flirtin (flirtin)
And I know one thing for certain
That you’ll be coming back to me
When its all said I know I’ll be number one
But until then keep on creepin having fun (your so...........)
Sneaky
When your with me
Freaky
Oh I can't believe it
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know (I don’t know)
Keep sneakin
Creepin
I’ll be beepin
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
Sneaky
When your with me
Freaky
Oh I can't believe it (can’t believe it)
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know (I don’t know)
Keep sneakin
Creepin
I’ll be beepin
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
Boi you think that you so slick
I’m loving every little bit of it
Don't really matter that much to me
You can do what you please (do what you please)
Keep it moving
I see what you doing
Don't change your personality
You can be who you wanna be
Well, no need for an introduction
Its your 10 o’clock breaking news interruption
Lil’ Fizz has girl hearts hard pumpin
Thats right
Its crazy how I keep these flows bumpin
In a game a year
I’m already in the lead
There is no space in my bed
Waiting for trouble follow me
I’m just
To hot to touch
To hot to hold
Still tryin to sneaky shorty behind the bundle load
Sneaky
When your with me
Freaky
Oh I can't believe it (I can’t believe it)
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know
Keep sneakin (sneakin)
Creepin (creepin)
I’ll be beepin (beepin)
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
Sneaky (you’ll be sneakin babe and your creapin babe why you sneaking babe)
When your with me
Freaky
Oh I can't believe it
How you got me
The way you got me
I don't know
Keep sneakin
Creepin
I’ll be beepin (I’ll be beepin)
Why you think that your sneakin on the low
Why you think that your sneaking
Why you think that your creeping
[Diddy]
Ayo Bugatti boys (turn em up) you know what it is breathe bitch breathe, breathe bitch breathe go
[Rozay]
Hello good morning tell me what the lick read, my cup full blowin on that good weed, my bitch bad tryna get her tipsy, in all black haters better miss me, my bitch ride better then most rappers, here's a Rose' toast to those rappers, I don't smoke no tobaccos but I smoke the most rappers, I got big tips for the waitress, bitch I got very little patience all the bitches different by the car load, you may wanna get a different auto, deep down ya main chick even wanna cum, everybody know my name I'm number 1 I'm number 1
[Chorus]
I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit, from the bottom to the top I be ballin till I drop and I'm never gone stop [x2]
[Diddy]
I'm the first one to cut a new Phantom in half, first white two seater down fifth ave, first one to write a check in the earthquake, same muthafucka that'll make the earth shake, blowin money only way to make the earth spin, ya girlfriend caught up in my whirlwind, use to move white girl out in Maryland now my girlfriend blonde like Marilyn, we number we gettin mad more paper, aint nothin like bad boy paper we aint never gone stop
[Chorus]
Woke up this morning blessed to breath, then I say a prayer God bless the G's, I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit, from the bottom to the top I be ballin till I drop and I'm never gone stop I'm number one in this bitch now they understand why I'm runnin this shit
[Rozay]
I'm a gang member, my gang called Bugatti boys ask ya main broad, the streets cold my wrist numb I do it big ask my income, the bigger I get the more you deflate, my niggas deal dope at a rebate, spit flows like its free base all the flows I can erase, I think I made neat goggles all my bottles sparkle I'm the only one she obey cus its only one Rozay
[Chorus]
Woke up this morning blessed to breath, then I say a prayer God bless the G's, I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit
[Trey]
You can say I'm on some new shit I be number 1 and you niggas can get the dueces, Maybach music play it in the coupes, Rick Rozay and Trey so stupid tryna find ya girl but I prolly made her lose it, body so tight and I know she get the lose-est, Virginia to the whole world you can get my old girl, catch me in Miami bout 4 girls tow girl I'm hot holla at me when the summer done never been where I'm coming from number 1
[Chorus]
Woke up this morning blessed to breath, then I say a prayer God bless the G's, I'm number 1 in this bitch now they understand why I'm running this shit, from the bottom to the top I be ballin till I drop and I'm never gone stop I'm number one in this bitch now they under
I've got to get up ma, and get in my place
I've got to work out ma, and sort out my face
I've got all 'zines telling me what to eat
And I'm tired of being told what to wear on my feet
And I don't have the time to get all worked up about the year on the street
And it's not my fault, I can find my way, yeah it's not my fault
There goes another day, I've been here too long
Do I have to change into what it takes, yeah make it No.1
I feel out of flavour, I don't look like a picture
You think I'm a loser, but I can see through you
You're running around like you're running the country
I know that you think that you've got one on me
Ear to the ground like a boy about town
Can't get nothing to fit me!
And it's not my fault, I can find my way, yeah it's not my fault
There goes another day, I've been here too long
Do I have to change in to what it takes, yeah make it No.1
Got to call for an old friend who used to be real close
Said he couldn't go on the American way
Sold his house, sold his car
Bought a ticket to the West coast
Now he gives him 'em a stand-up routine in L.A.
yeah but it's not my fault, I can find my way, yeah it's not my fault
Got to look out for an old friend who used to be real close
Said it couldn't go on the American way
Sold his house, sold his car
Bought a ticket to the West coast
Now he gives 'em a stand-up routine in L.A.
All the niggas was, buck, buckin' in the crowd
And all the ladies was, scream, screamin' out loud
Go number 1
Brian, Baby, Bizzy, Bubba
Go number 1
Old ig-nant motherfucker
(Come on, you ridin' this dick)
Yo, fuck being a prince
I'm the king of the south
It's the birdman daddy stick the gag in ya mouth
It's the, Boss Hog, known Big Dawg
The boss of the ghetto and I ball like a Dawg
You see that, four pound, ga-round, and round
round banana clip and I shut your hood down
See I floss like Jewelry (stay broke like Woodie)
It's the number 1 daddy, look for carpet and pully
See I shine like feet, 23's for me
24's on the truck and leave on dub streets
See I wipe a bitch down
Then dribble on the hoe
And touch her from her head, from her waist to her toe
Now buckle up Ma it's time to ride out
G-waggin' daddy , I keeps it down south
Escalade truck, in the back, and it's nasty
Cut it on the side, switch it out, and it's a Caddy
Let me holla at these niggas that went out bad
They jumped in the magazine and showed they ass
But it ain't nothin' but stunna to bust a nigga ass
When I jumped off the porch, y'all were still on the grass (Biotch)
Nigga gave me a shot and gave me a gun
Fresh loaded the gun and told me have some fun
But A,A- the B-I the I-I
You motherfucka! (Fucka)
Suck a d-iock
You Motherfucka! (Fucka)
Ba- Ba- Bubba Motherfucka !
Them hoes be sayin' (
You a dirty motherfucka)
See the pipes, rims, cars, the chrome
The jewels, the ice, ears, the arm
The ??, the Lui, the Gucci, the berry
The swine, the mink, let's get it together
The prowler, the swade, the jacket, the leather
Headliner, rebot, tailor made sweaters
The guns, the pistol, automatic niggas
Ak, nine glocks, mackin' left niggas
It's the princess cuts, round shaped diamonds
You betta understand because these hoes all minors (You better Biotch!)
It's the Ma- Ma- Mannie Mannie Fresh nigga (The fuck with this nigga!)
Disrespect, you get the Smith and Western nigga!
Spin yo block on 24's nigga
Stunna Stunna
I'm known to havin' hoes nigga!
I went from, teach to streets, to solvin' this beef
Nigga gave me my shot, November the nuts ski
Aye aye 19 that is (Woooo)
See them tattoo tears
See I'm a known deep boy with the dope in the frig
It's me Lac and Stone and all my kids
Ridin' round town in that brand new Jig (Woooooo Weeeee!)
Jaguar that is
See I'm world wide grindin' and I'm tryin' to live
You know how it is when you got the kids
You gots to go home and get it how you live
Ain't got no money so you pick at eye lids
Turn around the corner and you askin' why
You fought everybody cause you stupid ass high
Asked mom for money you dumb motherfucka (fucka)
I turn away and shove my hands deep in my pockets
I see her face my body aches and I start rotting
I watch as he stares into eyes that gazed upon me
Time ticks by I feel like dying and then she calls me
I think its great that we're so such good friends
I'm so glad that we're such good friends
Do you think of me when your being abused
Thank God I wasn't used.
Wait by the phone because she said that she would call me
I know she won't but I still hope it will start ringing
I'll try to find something to do to pass the time
I lock my door, pace back and forth my teeth are grinding
When he makes you cry do you consider your best interests,
When he gets high you know your pain is self inflicted
I watch as he stares into eyes that gazed upon me
Du bist die Eins - die Eins bei mir
Keine and're steht je neben dir
Das was Du tust, tust du für mich
Das was ich will, will ich für dich
Du bist die Eins an jeden Tag
Du machst mich glücklich, machst mich stark
Du bist die Eins und eins sind wir
Du bist die Liebe tief in mir.
Du bist die Eins
Ganz oben bei mir
Es gibt keine Nummer 2, 3 oder 4 neben dir
Ich hab gesucht- gesucht und gefunden
Mit dir verbunden alle Tag alle Stunden
Nur mit dir
Nur du bist mir wichtig
So wie Du bist, bist du absolut richtig für mich,
Spür mich, berühr mich
Denn ich liebe und empfinde nur für dich.
Ich fühle dich so nah bei mir
Und meine Liebe ist bei dir.
Das was ich träume gibst du mir
Wenn ich dich brauche, bist du hier
Wenn ich dich suche, spürst Du es
Hörst überall mein S.O.S
Mein Herz für dich, dein Herz ist meins
Du bist und bleibst für mich die Eins.
Schau mich nur an, sieh mein Gesicht
Was dir mein Blick si gern verspricht
In meinen Augen wirst du's seh'n
Zwischen uns kann so viel geschehn
Jedes Geheimnis tief in mir
Könnte ich teilen nur mit dir
Denn Du verstehst, was für mich zählt
Ich habe meine Eins gewählt.
Chours:
You are the one for me
You're the one that I want - my destiny
You are the one I need
You can make be the way that
I want to be