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Aitor Karanka de la Hoz (born 18 September 1973) is a retired Spanish footballer who played mainly as a central defender (on occasion, he occupied the left back position).
Except for a brief spell in the United States, at the age of 32, he played solely for Athletic Bilbao and Real Madrid, appearing in 275 La Liga games over the course of 13 seasons, winning a total of seven major titles with the latter.
Born in Vitoria-Gasteiz, Álava, Karanka played as a youth with hometown's Deportivo Alavés and finished his formation with Basque neighbours Athletic Bilbao. He made his senior debuts with the reserves of the latter in 1992, spending almost two seasons with the team in the second division. Along with Julen Guerrero, he was a member of Athletic's U-19 team that won a national cup and league double in 1992.
Karanka was promoted to the main squad by Jupp Heynckes in 1993, making his La Liga debut on 15 September, playing the 90 minutes in a 3–1 home win against UD Las Palmas, going on to feature in exactly 100 league matches in his three full seasons, before joining the German coach at Real Madrid in 1997. With the capital team, he was used mostly as a backup, but appeared in 33 UEFA Champions League games for the club, including the 1999–2000 final against Valencia CF (3–0 win); he also missed the vast majority of the 1998–99 campaign due to a heart condition.
Kisan Baburao Hazare pronunciation (help·info) (Marathi: किसन बाबुराव हजारे, Kisan Bāburāv Hajārē ?) (born 15 June 1937), popularly known as Anna Hazare pronunciation (help·info) (Marathi: अण्णा हजारे, Aṇṇā Hajārē ?) is an Indian social activist who led movements to promote rural development, increase government transparency, and investigate and punish official corruption. In addition to organizing and encouraging grassroots movements, Hazare frequently conducted hunger strikes to further his causes—a tactic reminiscent, to many, of the work of Mohandas K. Gandhi. Hazare also contributed to the development and structuring of Ralegan Siddhi, a village in Parner taluka of Ahmednagar district, Maharashtra, India. He was awarded the Padma Bhushan—the third-highest civilian award—by the Government of India in 1992 for his efforts in establishing this village as a model for others.
Anna Hazare started an indefinite hunger strike on 5 April 2011 to exert pressure on the Indian government to enact a stringent anti-corruption law, The Lokpal Bill, 2011 as envisaged in the Jan Lokpal Bill, for the institution of an ombudsman with the power to deal with corruption in public places. The fast led to nation-wide protests in support. The fast ended on 9 April 2011, a day after the government accepted Hazare's demands. The government issued a gazette notification on the formation of a joint committee, consisting of government and civil society representatives, to draft the legislation.
Mohan Madhukar Bhagawat (born 1950) is the current Sarsanghachalak (Supreme Chief) of the Rashtriya Swayamsevak Sangh. He was chosen as the successor of K. S. Sudarshan in March 2009 .
Mohanrao Madhukarrao Bhagwat was born in a small town called Chandrapur in Maharashtra. He comes from a family of RSS activists. His father Madhukar Bhagwat, was the Karyavaha (secretary) of the Chandrapur zone and had also, worked as Prant Pracharak of Gujarat. It was Madhukarji, who introduced the senior BJP leader Lal Krishna Advani into the RSS fold. Mohanrao is the eldest son of his parents and has three brothers and a sister.
He completed his schooling from Lokmanya Tilak Vidyalaya and then his first year BSc from Janata College, both in Chandrapur. He graduated in Veterinary sciences and Animal husbandry from Punjabrao Krishi Vidyapeeth, Akola. He dropped out of his masters course in veterinary sciences and became a Pracharak (full time worker) of the RSS towards the end of 1975 when the country was under Emergency imposed by the then prime minister Indira Gandhi.
Blessed Mother Teresa of Calcutta (Albanian: Nënë Tereza) as she is known to the Catholic Church, or Mother Teresa as she is commonly known, was born Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu (pronounced [aɡˈnɛs ˈɡɔndʒa bɔjaˈdʒiu]). Although born on the 26 August 1910, she considered 27 August, the day she was baptized, to be her "true birthday". “By blood, I am Albanian. By citizenship, an Indian. By faith, I am a Catholic nun. As to my calling, I belong to the world. As to my heart, I belong entirely to the Heart of Jesus.” Mother Teresa died on 5 September 1997 and is not yet a Catholic Saint. In late 2003, the leaders of the church completed the process of beatification, the third step toward possible sainthood. A second miracle credited to Mother Teresa is required before she can be recognized as a saint by the Catholic church.
Mother Teresa founded the Missionaries of Charity, a Roman Catholic religious congregation, which in 2012 consisted of over 4,500 sisters and is active in 133 countries. Members of the order must adhere to the vows of chastity, poverty and obedience, and the fourth vow, to give "Wholehearted and Free service to the poorest of the poor". The Missionaries of Charity at the time of her death had 610 missions in 123 countries including hospices and homes for people with HIV/AIDS, leprosy and tuberculosis, soup kitchens, children's and family counselling programmes, orphanages and schools.
If you're strong enough it'll work out
Another day another year a little older
and you've finally found yes that it's fresh
When there's no love you crawl out
Another day another year and she says
it's always there yes and it's fresh.
No matter how I want you
You'll never see it
Oh no is this a nightmare I've created
Another life here I mean it's only
I'm alone here it's a cold night
do you know how that feels?
It's a special case there's a full moon
Can you feel it, can you feel it?
It'll work out if you want it
There's another world yes but it's fresh
When there's no love and there's really no point
when you hide from these things that you know I can't give
Yes but it's fresh
No matter how I want you
You'll never see it
Oh no is this a nightmare I've created?
Another life here I mean it's only
I'm alone here it's a cold night
do you know how that feels?
It's a special case there's a full moon
Can you feel it, can you feel it?
When I'm in Waterloo I think about
Sunsets and cherry cola
The lights are bright but it's cold against my skin
Cause this is the day I said I won't go
She says crawl to me
It's a lovely day
You don't know that you've hurt me
Can I take you home
But you don't know how it hurts
You say you love me
But you don't know that you've hurt me.
In Penny Lane there was a barber shop
The owner's gone and the sign's pulled down
But Dr. Robert's he's a positive man he says
Today's the day I think I should go
She says crawl to me
It's a lovely day
You don't know how you've hurt me
Can I take you home
You don't know how it hurts
You say you love me
I got the message
I heard you want to know
who's your best friend
What's the hurry
I heard it's brighter on the right side.
I dream in colour
it's just the way I am.
I need solutions
I'm only human that's the pain
And if there's some confusion
Tell lies take sides
I got the message
I heard you want to know
who's your best friend
What's the hurry
I heard it's clearer inside
I dream in colour
it's just the way l am
If you're strong enough it'll work out
Another day another year a little older
and you've finally found yes that it's fresh
When there's no love you crawl out
Another day another year and she says
it's always there yes and it's fresh.
No matter how I want you
You'll never see it
Oh no is this a nightmare I've created
Another life here I mean it's only
I'm alone here it's a cold night
do you know how that feels?
It's a special case there's a full moon
Can you feel it, can you feel it?
It'll work out if you want it
There's another world yes but it's fresh
When there's no love and there's really no point
when you hide from these things that you know I can't give
Yes but it's fresh
No matter how I want you
You'll never see it
Oh no is this a nightmare I've created?
Another life here I mean it's only
I'm alone here it's a cold night
do you know how that feels?
It's a special case there's a full moon
Never trust strangers
Cause they'll blame you
You can't blame me for the state I'm in
Never trust blind men
Cause they'll lead you
They suck you in then they spit you out
CLEAR, BRIGHT, NEW, DAY
HERE, we're building new homes
NOW, inside your perfect estates
LIFE, well it's a hell of a joke
HERE, we owe it all to the state
I'll never trust strangers
Cause they laugh at me
You can't blame me it's the state I'm in
We can just hide our eyes
Until they find us
They suck you in then they spit you out
CLEAR, BRIGHT, NEW, DAY
HERE we're building new homes
NOW inside your perfect estates
LIFE well it's a hell of a joke
Fake tears to welcome you home
In this land of plenty, I have a home
I have a name, I have a place
Confuse me with your communication
If you bury your head you'll get lost in the past.
THERE IS SOME CONFUSION,
WIPE THE DUST FROM MY EYES.
BUT DON'T CALL ME INNOCENT.
In the homes of millions, some of us win
Some of us lose and some of us just survive
Confuse me with your education
I wasn 't the first and I won't be the last.
BUT DON'T CALL ME INNOCENT.
In these streets I saw faces, some of them proud
And some of them still surprised
Confuse me with your contradictions
I just want to hold it, but it moves too fast.
THERE IS SOME CONFUSION,
WIPE THE DUST FROM MY EYES.
Do you wake up in the morning
Greet the brand new day
Can you see from your window
The ways of the world
Is ...This really conversation
Or just words that you've heard
There's a lack of understanding
In the things you say.
Searching for a home.
I saw you standing at the frontier
Piece of paper in your hand
Is the view from your window
As small as ...This man's
We try hard at conversation
But the words don't connect
I fear we speak a foreign language
In the western world
Searching for a home.
I saw you standing at the frontier
Feel lost at the frontier
I heard you shout at the frontier
Destruction comes to those who oppose the Son of God
It seems to me that is something sort of odd
You take for granted all the things that He's done
When He was sent from his Father up above
You sit and whine about the problems of this world
Make no mistake you better hear the things I say
Christ is not to be taken very lightly
Not the type of guy that likes to be played
Do you wake up in the morning
Greet the brand new day
Can you see from your window
The ways of the world
Is ...This really conversation
Or just words that you've heard
There's a lack of understanding
In the things you say.
Searching for a home.
I saw you standing at the frontier
Piece of paper in your hand
Is the view from your window
As small as ...This man's
We try hard at conversation
But the words don't connect
I fear we speak a foreign language
In the western world
Searching for a home.
I saw you standing at the frontier
Feel lost at the frontier
I heard you shout at the frontier
Keep me searching for a home.
life's a contrast
you're either dead or alive
life's a contrast
it's either day or night
except when it is twilight
sun or moon, it doesn't matter
hot or cold always disaster
rain or shine, shallow or master
'cause we're all good and glad
and you're all hurt and sad
if you, just can't believe that...
life's a contrast
there's no inbetweens
you're either round or square
it's a mystery
life's a butt-face contrast
life's a fuckin' contrast
always number one or none
you're either rich or bummed
there's no time to change
don't you think it's strange
things just never seem to change
when standing in the shade
don't you think it's strange
The bell tolls and I begin to wonder why
It is the hour hand that prevails
My life lead by the speed of the minute
As I watch seconds pass before me
And the hours of others trailing behind
Bound by a time too short to allow myself to live
To live free of it
I am without shelter
Without control
Defenseless
In both the world around me and in my head
The bell tolls and I begin to wonder why
It is the hour hand that always prevails
Not until my lungs collapse will I be free
To escape the confines of frailty
My legs unable to carry me
As the thoughts race through
My breath unable to stay
As I must face the sun alone
Not until my lungs collapse will I be free
To escape this frailty that has confined me
I am without shelter
Without control
Defenseless
Never trust strangers
Cause they'll blame you
You can't blame me for the state I'm in
Never trust blind men
Cause they'll lead you
They suck you in then they spit you out
CLEAR, BRIGHT, NEW, DAY
HERE, we're building new homes
NOW, inside your perfect estates
LIFE, well it's a hell of a joke
HERE, we owe it all to the state
I'll never trust strangers
Cause they laugh at me
You can't blame me it's the state I'm in
We can just hide our eyes
Until they find us
They suck you in then they spit you out
CLEAR, BRIGHT, NEW, DAY
HERE we're building new homes
NOW inside your perfect estates
LIFE well it's a hell of a joke
Fake tears to welcome you home
HERE, inside your perfect domain
Reward and consequence will be the final outcome of this world and all who inhabit it.
Loving but just is the King of Kings, bestowing upon His creation according to the choice we make. Be devoted to the Lamb or continue following this world. Men shall reap what they sow, accepting life or embracing death.
His wrath will fall on all who oppose. Lucid choices made all too difficult when truth is staring us in the face. The line is drawn. Where do you stand? The skies will be split in two and all will fall to the ground in reverence. His glory will overtake the land. Withdrawing now seems all too meaningless.
Time is short and days are numbered. Repent.
Reward and consequence will be the final outcome of this world and all who inhabit it.
While all are crying, "Peace and safety," Annihilation will transpire and none shall escape from His fury. The final judgment will be made. This race was not created to fall into darkness, but be warned, narcissistic disposition will find one staring death in the face.
Don’t wanna leave you suspicious, truth can be vicious
Just let the spirit burn and sear it through every lyric.
My crew will travel by sea or plane
Just to ghetto the people bouncing, running game in the flames.
Now if these words seem offensive and some dislike
It's crucial. Like Johnny, Ronnie, Ricky, Ralph and Mike.
From the corner block where you gotsta sell out to sell in
With no promotion through the ranks until you start to spend sin.
I gotta job like the box on the wall that spits out soap
Stay in posted to the call to instill tense hope
I got the urge when I started to him
Move to pole position while I’m properly swervin’
Keeping heated like city Phoenix, the pit stop for some rest
The p to the h to the o e to the n to the i to the x
By chance if they happen to ask where Knowda at
Kust tell’em he’s makin syllables tap with the hi hat, seen
It's untwisted, unperverted, done encrypted
Spun specific, ginsu-ed into to simple linguistics.
I slang predicates, tackling ill etiquette
Only heavenly eloquence pronounces real evidence.
Writing these raps downtown
Collecting minimum snaps now, somehow
Blessings fall like fluid drained from rainclouds
It seems simply amazing, marvelous super spectacular
I’m far from starving livin off of Jah vernacular
Every word I heard from his lips gave me a reason
And it grew me up quick from similac to steak seasoned
Needed toflee thoughts and spots I used to frequent
Somebody come and interrupt my sickly sequence
Who stepped from off his throne into the confines of time
Squeezed into the heart of a man to sanitize the mind.
Jump shot off the glass, scoreboard, hit the crossbars
Made it richochet between saturn and mars
Then brought it back, both hands, and nailed it, broke the tight tie