Discussing the Themes for Leadership Streams
As you might know, I'm a member of a creative task force with AIESEC. We should create a logo and theme for International President's Meeting (IPM), a major convention of AIESEC leaders to be held in Skopje, Macedonia next year.
At first, every member created his own logo and theme, but the Focus Group couldn't choose the best. So, we've decided to brainstorm on the theme first and create the logo later. Well, we have a good pile of ideas. Every idea with any rhyme or .ipm is mine.
Which one do you like most of all?
Temptation for change, Inspiration for success
A leadership range for positive change
In search of the essential for leaders' potential
Be part of a real success team
Leadership injection for drive and perfection
Leaders' convention of global attention
Leadership increase for the globe in peace
Global Symphony No 60 "Success"
Presidents' reflection on the common direction
Peace in excess is global success
Real leadership, real success
Better Leadership, Real Success
Composing the Future... Orchestrating a Dream
Composing the future, Inspiration for Success
See Your Future
Contriving for future, striving for success
Achieve Your Success Dream
Strive, Drive, Thrive
Open yourself to the global success
Drawing The Global Success Strategy
Present foundation for future sensation
Smart strategies, smart success
Leadership drive => Dreams are alive
Unlock the door of success
Meeting the future, greeting success
Meeting the future, living the convergence
Youth Strategy for Growing Success
Unlock the door. You Hold the Key to Success
Mixing mentality for successful reality
We Hold the Key to Success
In search of originality for successful reality
Driving the world. Shaking our (your) role
Open your mind, Live the success
Leadership For Success
Enhance your reality to better the World's
Successful solution for global contribution
GLOBAL contribution towards SUCCESSful solution
Youth contribution to global evolution
Global Leadership To Achieve Success
Youth Leadership For Global Success
Seeing the Future, Drawing the Moment… or vice versa
Capturing the Moment, Drawing the Future
Leading the Way to Success
Youth Unlock the Door Leading to Global Success
I'd rather live my dream...
AIESEC Express heading to common success
Global contribution towards future success
Global unity for your opportunity
A global team in search of a dream
Discussing the themes for leadership streams
Keep in touch with the future
The right address for global success
Say "Yes!" to your future success
Just express and reach your success
A lot of brains for global gains
Click the future:
What is your domain?
Inspiring Personalities
"orchestrating a global success"
Come and sing your own song
Write your own song
See Your Future
Finding a key to the future
An ode to success
Finding a key to success
Unlock your future
Symphony No 60 "Future"
In the key of success
60 years of orchestrating AIESEC
Staying tuned for the last 60 years...
Initiate it, Present it Make it - Macedonia 2008
Come along and sing your song...
Initiate Public Miracle
Free Your Mind In Action
Our address is future success
Draw Your Future to Success
Our success is peace in excess
The Voice of leadership
Wanna impress? Join our success
Friday, May 11, 2007
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Friday, February 23, 2007
I've translated into English a poem that is famous with people from Turkmenistan who live abroad. It sounds very funny, but it tells you what migrants feel: nostalgia, dreams for nothing and challenges to start a new life. You can find the Russian version on Ashgabat Community.
Home, Sweet Home
I don't need any flowerets,
Not to mention northern lights.
I'd go the desolate wilderness
Just to smell thorn at nights.
I'd go to the sun of Turkmenia,
To lizards, snakes, and hedgehogs.
I'd touch a shell of the tortoise
And embrace saxaul logs.
I'd feel sand on my drying lips
And wind uncurling the hair.
I'd go to the gorge in early spring
To take the mountain air.
I'd pick an armful of tulips
In the foothills of Kopetdag
Or fall asleep in red poppies
Making up a magnificent rug.
Should I admire birch wood?
Do I like European cuisine?
All my dreams are about Chuli,
But my heart is in Bezmein!
I'd prefer any motel in Geoktepe,
Even in August, unbearable heat.
At noon I'd go to Teke Bazary,
Which is opposite to the discreet.
It's forty in shade, but at home.
I prefer it to breezes abroad!
You can eat home-grown straw
And your tears are not so salt.
Ailantus's smell could be nice,
Although it makes me to sneeze.
There is neither rhyme nor reason
To love these honey linden trees.
I detest these severe seasons:
Sleet, mud rain, and frost...
Platan, aryk and takyr are the reasons!
I'd go to Mary...
But who is going to host?
It's pleasure to go to Kurtli,
To lie on the beach and drink chal.
I'd wake up with buzz of a bee
And feed a mosquito just off the canal.
If I stretched on a tapchan in shade,
Having left the depression aside,
I'd imagine bakhshi's destans,
Delivered as national pride.
What is Turkmen is always so dear!
I might go there. Who knows?
I'd change your blonde hair
For dark braids in four rows.
If only I had Bishkeshechka
Or Muradovna for ten minutes or so.
I wish I could hug Lyalyechka,
Or just drop in Irusik... Oh no!
***
You are calling me, dear Motherland.
Ok, I'll come, but what's next?
You are different, you are not my dream.
Your behavior makes me vexed.
Utter ruin. None of my friends.
No Martkevitchs. The Sokols are gone.
We are challenged to start it again,
The life at the crack of dawn.
Nostalgia has taken its rule.
It's my verdict, so that I'm mad.
I'm walking down Svoboda to Mir,
But it's a childish fad...
N. Basova, 14.03.2003
A. Annaev, Translation, 23.02.2007
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Labels: Poetry, Turkmenistan
Thursday, February 22, 2007
Listen to a very unusual reading of "Khoroshaya Devochka Lida" by Yaroslav Smelyakov. The reader is Yashar Niyazbayev, a young Turkish, Russian, Kyrgyz, and Uzbek journalist. Unfortunately, only in Russian.
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Labels: Poetry

