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beauty-and-passion · 3 years

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What Eurovision 2021 taught us

1. That a nice, enjoyable show was possible (even if 4 presenters are still too much)

Of course nothing can beat Love Love Peace Peace (even if Ja Ja Ding Dong does its best), but this year's intermissions were very enjoyable.

We expected something flashy and over the top because hey, The Netherlands. Sex, drugs, gays and all that jazz.

But instead Covid surprised us. And then The Netherlands surprised us even more, by making a very enjoyable show, despite the restrictions. My personal favourites were:

The water intermission of the first semi-final. I loved the mixed feelings, how water is both scary and respected, for being such a powerful, unstoppable force.

The rooftop concerts during the final. Social distancing? Sure, no problem, let's make the past winners sing on top of some roofs all over Rotterdam. That was pure genius, I loved it so much.

On the other hand, the presenters were basically all useless. We could've had just two of them instead of four. But hey, at least they weren't as cringy as the three scary ukranians from 2017 or the useless four ladies from Portugal. The true highlights of the show were the intermissions, the guests and especially the songs themselves and this is perfectly good for me.

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2. That we can live in a world without boring ass ballads

I’ve never been so proud of the Eurovision public, especially during the second semifinal: that evening was PACKED with ballads. Boring ballad after boring ballad, with just a couple more funny songs in between.

The ballads were all left behind. Even the two Amen. And I love the irony we chose El Diablo and the finnish band for the final, but no Amen. No saints allowed, only the norwegian angel. As it always should be.

And so we had the best final I've seen since I started following Eurovision in 2014. Catchy songs, dance songs, upbeat songs. And power ballads. Yes, ballads can still have a place, but only if they're good.

Because yes, Switzerland and France were good. Very good. Just not as good as the ones the public wanted.

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3. That we want Eurovision, not Englishvision

Every year, the same message blasts from all Europeans: send a song in your native language. This show is supposed to make other people from Europe (and the rest of the world) to know more about your own country, to enjoy its rhythm and to listen to something we don't usually hear. So why waste this huge opportunity, to bring a generic song in English?

Because the English song wins. Because we all understand English, so English has more chances.

Flash news: GUESS WHO WON THIS YEAR. No, it’s not the generic English song.

The public has been crystal clear, the final poll is even clearer: the top five includes an italian song, an ukraine song, two french songs and only one english song. We want different styles and rhythms, we want to listen to Europe.

So I want to give my full thank you to:

Albania: amazing song, great voice, wonderful language. Do it again.

Serbia: these ladies are fantastic, their song is great and they sang it in their language so I love them

Switzerland: thank you for leaving English to the side to give us some good french

Spain: the song wasn't as good as Universo, but it was in sexy spanish, so thank you for using it almost every year

Danemark: the song was terrible, but it was in your language and this alone deserves everything

France: I know we all make fun of you for being France, but your language is perfect for songs, so thank you for always using it

Ukraine: take note, Ukraine, because Europe is madly in love with your language and your rhythm

Italy: our language is beautiful, so thank you for delivering every year

While my biggest biases go to:

Greece: a generic pop song with no balkan rhythm and no greek either? An absolute shame, greek should always be used for songs.

Russia: russian language is very melodious and yes, we got something this year, but what about bringing a full russian song? We want it!

Germany: I may sound crazy, but I honestly think german language is good for songs. It's not like the mediterranean languages, but it still works. So please, do not be scared and show what you can do with it!

Scandinavian countries: why do you never want to bring your own language? Do it, don't be scared! Yes, Sweden, I'm talking with you: you still never tried to bring something in swedish, so do it.

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4. That we don't want Americans to play with us

For reasons we still have to understand, Flo Rida was competing this year. And he was competing for San Marino, the smallest European country.

I'm pretty sure they took some time to explain to him what was going on, where he was, where San Marino is, wtf was happening, why there were sexy italians and ukranian witches and a norwegian angel and loads of beautiful women everywhere.

And I loved how we all send memes about this, about ahahah why is Flo Rida here, what if San Marino wins where would they host Eurovision, all while enjoying an actual catchy song.

And then, in the end, Flo Rida basically disappeared. Who remembers Flo Rida, when we got Ukraine, Italy, Finland, Iceland, and the UK? And Germany being wholesome? And the love story between Norway and Azerbaijan? We collectively forgot about him and I think it's very sexy from Europe to just say "nope" and push America away, even if for just one week.

And this isn't the first time: we basically showed Madonna in a corner in 2019, thanks to Mans, Eleni, Verka and Conchita. Once again, Europeans knows what they want: we don't want Americans. Australia can because they're like that little brother we took under our wing for no reason and now it's part of us. But not Americans.

The rest of the year is all yours, but one week is ours.

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5. That we can lose like bosses

This year, the voting results have been absolutely insane and FOUR COUNTRIES got zero points from the public, while the UK got both zero points from the public AND the jury.

Don't get me wrong, the song was bad. And yes, Brexit played a role in this. And yes, hating England is Europe’s favourite sport.

But can we please all take a moment and appreciate how James Newman reacted? The public gave him a round of applause and he celebrated this achievement like a boss.

And he had all the reasons! He achieved something incredible, he unlocked something that this new voting system was supposed to never lead to. But he did it. So hats off to you, my boy: My Last Breath was better.

Germany is also used to the bottom of the chart, but this year I really thought Jendrik could have a chance to achieve a higher position. The song was funny, carefree, lively, the hand costume was the kind of trash we need and the message was nice as well. But he still got 3 points.

Despite that, Jendrik celebrated like a maniac and seeing his this happy made me happy as well. I really wish him the best.

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6. That FUCK YOU JURY

Again, same message every year: the jury vote should be eliminated. It's a fucking farce and their votes have nothing to do with what the public want.

The jury focuses on the voices, except when they don't, and clearly giving points to your neighbours is because you like the song, not because they're your neighbours.

I usually make fun of Greece and Cyprus showing eternal love to each other, by giving 12 points to each other every year, but this time, it sounded even more stupid than usual. It really looked like a farce. Why should we see this farce? Why can't we just choose what the public wants? So at least we would blame ourselves for our shitty musical tastes.

Even if I'm pretty sure we all have great musical tastes. Let's not forget that in 2019 the public's winner was Norway, with a song that mixed english, a catchy rhythm and an amazing part in yoik language. Arcade is good as well, but we cannot deny the norwegian entry was a lot more interesting.

And this year, the public's taste was flawless:

Look at this beauty: italian glam rock, ukranian techno folk, french powerful ballad, finnish hard rock and whatever that thing was with Iceland.

There's variety, there's everything for everyone. And there are native languages. Italian, Ukranian, and French on top three, followed by English.

Moral of the story: the public is great and the jury should be abolished forever.

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7. That Ukranian technofolk is all we needed in our lives

I didn’t see enough love for Go_A, so as italian, I think it's my sworn duty to give my appreciation to them and their amazing entry, because this band is awesome and Shum is currently on top of the Spotify top 50 - as it should be, because everyone should listen to it and join this slavic rave party.

I already liked their entry for 2020, Solovey. But I also liked My Last Breath from the UK and Universo from Spain. And this year they brought two of the worst songs. So I was very wary of Go_A.

But Shum is an absolute blast. Katerina Pavlenko's voice is unique and the song is even more, because based on ukranian folklore and traditional dances to summon the spirit of spring. They managed to teach something to all Europe in a three minute song and I think that’s incredibly sexy of them.

And so, I searched for other songs and OMG, I don’t know how it’s possible, but they are all great. Rano-Ranenko, Zhalmenina, Tanula, they all are perfect and I’m in love with this band.

And if all of this is not enough, THEY DID A COVER OF DANCING LASHA TUMBAI. The most iconic Eurovision song, sang by our god Verka. And this is the coolest, most badass cover ever in the whole universe. Please listen to it HERE everyone needs to hear this.

So thank you, Ukraine, for giving us Go_A. We all had a small empty place in our hearts and this place has ben perfectly filled by them.

And yif you think you don’t need ukranian technofolk, is only because you still haven’t listened to it. Please listen and enjoy Shum. You’re welcome.

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8. That rock and roll never dies (and Italy’s well deserved victory)

The last time Italy won was in 19-fucking-90. 31 years ago. I was just born.

And now, they finally won again. And what a song! Despite being italian, I've never listened to Maneskin before, but oh damn, this song is good. Not all their songs are, but this one is. And also Morirò da re.

Their show was perfect as well. This post is really eye-opening about how well they put on their show. The use of the stage, the movements, everything has been part of a great performance, even their clothes. Damiano's voice never faltered, despite having an entire continent watching him. They handled the stage like bosses, despite being only in their twenties. And they gave us some good fucking rock.

And so the public said a loud "FUCK YOU" to the jury and chose its winners. The sassy, sexy italians.

And yes, I know that there has been a lot of petty polemics because those youngsters are having drugs!1!! as if they were a bunch of idiots who used drugs on international TV, with their manager sitting next to them.

Of course it was a pointless accusation and honestly I don't care if some people are sore losers. The drug results were negative anyway, what a shocker.

What we should truly think about is how strong the Maneskin's bladders are, because they spent the whole evening of the final drinking the entire alcohol supply of the Eurovision and, at the end, they were still happy and cool. Hats off to you, you sexy people.

This man is just iconic, why did I miss him before.

Also, have some more Maneskin. You know, as a treat.

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9. That solidarity and wholesomeness are the biggest winners

It's just beautiful to see these nice people, from all over Europe, bonding, having fun, taking photos together and being friends.

The true winner of this, is probably Norway: Tix wanted to have a good time and he had a good time. The video of him vibing with Ukraine and Germany while listening Hard Rock Hallelujah is the best (HERE). His love story with Efendi from Azerbaijan is even better (please, check the video on his youtube channel, it's hilarious). I don't like his song, but he's a great guy and deserves everything.

The italian and finnish rock relationship is also great. Maneskin and Dark Sides found each other, considering they were the only two rock bands in the competition, so mutual appreciation was inevitable.

But Damiano is also a man of culture and he appreciates Ukraine's entry. And Ukraine appreciates both Finland and Italy. Is this what world peace looks like? Because I love it.

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10. That Italians will be Europe's clowns again (and you're all allowed to make fun of us)

Beware, Europe: we Italians are messy and chaotic, our presenters don’t know a single word in English, we are homoerotic AND homophobic at the same time, our musical competitions are so fucking sloooow... let’s say next year’s Eurovision is going to be interesting.

And yes, you’re allowed to make fun of us. We don’t care, we won, so we deserve to be Europe’s clowns once again.

And I don’t know who the presenters will be (my bets are on everyone’s favourites: Fiorello, Amadeus and Malgioglio), I don’t know how we will ridicule ourselves once again, I don’t know where will we find the money to put on the show, I don’t know how ungodly long it will be... but I know that Mans Zelmerlow will be part of it. This man loves Eurovision just like all of us, so I can already see him packing his suitcase and planning his flight to Italy. Come to us, Mans, we will wait for you. We actually need an English presenter, so if you have nothing else to do...

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tsarisfanfiction · 4 years

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Hollow IV

Fandom: Thunderbirds Rating: Teen Genre: Hurt/Comfort/Angst Characters: Kyrano, Jeff Tracy, John Tracy, Scott Tracy

Part 4 of my contribution @gumnut-logic‘s SensorySunday: Sixth Sense. Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

Somehow I’ve managed to find another new character to use. TAG!Kyrano is almost entirely unknown so we’ve got a mix of TOS!Kyrano and Kayo.

He had always been a light sleeper, and the frantic pounding of feet on the stairs followed by an equally panicked rapping on his bedroom door was more than enough to pull Kyrano from his sleep. Instantly alert in the dark room, he slipped from his bed and opened the door to reveal a dishevelled Jeff Tracy.

“What is it, Mr Tracy?” he asked, forgoing the usual customary greeting of his employer. The billionaire, despite an occasional bizarre dress sense, never let himself appear so outwardly distressed. Add in that the visit had occurred in the witching hour, and Kyrano had no doubt that something was very wrong indeed.

“Scott and John are missing,” Mr Tracy told him. “I’ve searched the entire villa; they must have gone out.” The boys had yet to realise that sound travelled very well in their new home – Kyrano may have been tending to his herb garden, but John’s denied request for a stargazing trip had not been particularly quiet. From the look in his employer’s eyes, Mr Tracy believed that the two boys had gone to do so regardless. Kyrano didn’t disagree.

“I will be ready in one minute,” he promised, retreating back into his room to shrug on outdoor clothes and boots over his nightwear. “Do you have everything?” Mr Tracy hesitated, and Kyrano turned to the backpack he kept stocked for his explorations of the terrain. “Fetch your gear, Mr Tracy. I will meet you by the pool.”

He didn’t need to look up to know that Mr Tracy had gone; even panicked and terrified for his sons, the man had a presence that was immediately notable when it left. The fact that his steps on the stairs weren’t at all quiet simply confirmed the fact.

Without Mr Tracy standing in front of him, looking to him to be the security, Kyrano let his mask fall for a moment, drawing in a deep breath to calm himself. The news that the two teenage boys – Scott considered himself a man, but nineteen was still too soon for Kyrano to consider him as such – were missing and presumably wandering around the island in the middle of the night made him afraid, too. He was fond of all of Mr Tracy’s boys. Perhaps they were not quite so close that they were like his own sons, but honorary nephews would not be inaccurate.

He was aware of Scott’s little forays away from the villa. The teenager might have plenty of experience sneaking out from under his father’s nose, and perhaps Kyrano should have informed Mr Tracy that his eldest son was disobeying him, but evading Kyrano was a skill Scott had yet to pick up. He’d trailed the boy several times, watching him learn the paths and tracks in the immediate vicinity of the villa. By this point, he was confident that Scott could handle himself as long as he remained close.

However, it was gone midnight and if they were going stargazing it was highly unlikely they’d want to ruin their night vision with something as basic as torches. Kyrano feared that Scott might have got overconfident, no matter how much he loved and tried to protect his brothers. It was with that fear – the fear that Scott had found himself lulled into a false sense of security in what was a very dangerous terrain for the unwary – riding in his heart that he joined the Tracy patriarch on the patio area outside the villa.

“Where would they have gone?” Mr Tracy asked. “The boys don’t know the paths here yet, and there’s only two of us. We can’t search them all!”

“On the contrary, Mr Tracy, Scott has been familiarising himself with the immediate vicinity,” Kyrano admitted, not facing his employer as the other man bristled. “In particular, he appears to favour two routes, and in the dark he will have taken one he believes he knows well, especially if one of his brothers is with him.”

“Scott is grounded for life when I find him,” Mr Tracy grumbled darkly. “I expressively told him it was too dangerous.”

“Young men often take that as a challenge,” Kyrano couldn’t help but observe, before hurriedly moving on to the task at hand before Mr Tracy addressed the fact that he’d known about the disobedient explorations. “Scott’s preferred routes are those two-” he gestured at them. “Which one would you like to take, Mr Tracy?”

“This one,” the other man said, heading over to the nearer of the two. Kyrano obediently moved to the other. “Keep in touch, Kyrano. If you find them, tell me immediately.”

“Yes, Mr Tracy.” There was no point lingering any longer; turning on his torch – night vision was only so useful, and the stars held no appeal to him tonight – he progressed down the path, hearing Mr Tracy do the same on the other path.

No doubt Mr Tracy had already done so, but as he walked, Kyrano tried first Scott’s phone, and then John’s. Neither boy answered, and when he switched to tracking their GPS signals he found both icons firmly in their bedrooms. Presumably, they hadn’t wanted to be tracked and had taken precautions to prevent their father discovering their little escapade. Clever, but infuriating from a security point of view, and Kyrano resolved to have a quiet word with the pair of them about that. What if they got into trouble? The island might be their home and otherwise uninhabited by humans, but it was also dangerous.

If he was attempting to track any of the other three, it would be much easier. The youngest two would be talking, and in the midnight air the sound would travel. Even Virgil could be drawn into a quiet conversation. John liked absolute silence when studying the sky, and despite his capability of being just as loud as his youngest brothers, Scott could and would respect that, simply sitting in silence alongside John for hours on end.

It never failed to amaze Kyrano when he saw the brothers together. With no full brother of his own, and a half brother he had never seen eye-to-eye with, their easy relationship with each other was breathtakingly precious. He was beyond grateful to Mr Tracy for providing that example to Tanusha and inviting her into the family as he had. She would never grow up with a bully son of a mistress wailing about unfair inheritance because he was older but not considered legitimate. Instead, she would grow up with five brothers to protect her and be protected by her in turn. It was the greatest gift Mr Tracy could ever had given him.

His thankful musings were cut off by a faint shout. He paused in his tracks, shining the torch light in the approximate direction of the noise. It couldn’t be Mr Tracy; it was the wrong direction for that. Only two other people were out and about, and he cautiously advanced to find the ground falling away suddenly – a recent fall of earth, receding the lip of the track just far enough for it to be in the direct path of feet, especially if they were walking two abreast.

Filled with a sense of dread, he approached the edge as much as he dared and shined the torch down over it, leaning over tentatively to catch sight of whatever was illuminated.

Some twenty feet below was the crumpled form of a boy. He wasn’t moving, and the torch highlighted a shock of flame-coloured hair.

John.

Where was Scott? He moved the torch, surveying the area around John, until he found another lip barely past him – more or less passing directly beneath his head. The figure the light found wasn’t crumpled up like John’s, but was equally unmoving. From his perch on top of the cliff, he couldn’t see what injuries they had sustained, but if they’d both fallen twenty feet, Kyrano found himself worried.

“Scott!” he called. “John!” At least one of them had to be conscious if they’d made a noise moments earlier.

“’rano?” It was quiet and filled with pain, but that was John’s voice. “-at oo?”

“I’m coming down to you now!” he confirmed. “Is Scott conscious?”

“-t sure,” John called back. “-t awkin.”

“Keep talking to him!” Kyrano instructed. “I’ll be with you shortly!” He pulled out his phone and called Mr Tracy.

“Kyr-”

“I’ve found them, Mr Tracy,” he said. “Follow the path I took.”

“Are they alright?” the other man demanded. Kyrano held in a sigh, but shook his head despite knowing his employer couldn’t see him.

“They appear to have fallen off the path,” he reported. “John is conscious and responding to me, but Scott is not. I will need assistance getting them back to the villa.”

“I’m on my way.”

Neither man bothered with pleasantries, hanging up without another word. It would take Mr Tracy several minutes to reach him, and Kyrano refused to wait. Retrieving some sturdy rope from his pack, he secured it to a tree before fashioning a harness to abseil down the unstable cliff. It wasn’t ideal, but it sufficed in an emergency, which this definitely qualified as.

A minute later, he was crouched next to John, torch highlighting clumps of dark red in his otherwise bright hair. Turquoise eyes were glazed and struggling to concentrate on him, but Kyrano was simply thankful the boy hadn’t hit his head harder, even if he seemed to have broken most of the bones in his body.

Another foot or so below them, it turned out that Scott was shifting slightly in a movement Kyrano could only describe as a muted writhing. Beyond concerned, he dropped down next to him, eyeing the pool of blood beneath him and the foliage protruding from somewhere around his hip with horror. “Scott?”

Despite the movement his eyes were closed and there was no answer. Kyrano reached for the first aid kit he carried, and prayed it would be enough.

“Please hurry, Mr Tracy.”

Part V

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tasksweekly · 5 years

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[TASK 145: UZBEKISTAN]

In celebration of Asian American Heritage Month, here’s a masterlist below compiled of over 630+ Uzbek faceclaims categorised by gender with their occupation and ethnicity denoted if there was a reliable source. If you want an extra challenge use random.org to pick a random number! Of course everything listed below are just suggestions and you can pick whichever faceclaim or whichever project you desire.

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MASTERLIST!

Matlyuba Alimova (1954) Uzbek, Russian - actress.

Elena Kats-Chernin (1957) Uzbek Jewish - pianist and composer.

Munojot Yo’lchiyeva (1960) Uzbek - singer.

Nasiba Abdullayeva (1961) Uzbek - actress and singer.

Rano Kubaeva (1961) Uzbek - actress and producer.

Yulduz Usmonova (1963) Uzbek - actress and singer.

Aziza / Aziza Muhamedova (1964) Uzbek, Uyghur / Tatar, Russian - singer-songwriter.

Nargiz Zakirova (1970) Uzbek / Uzbek Jewish - singer.

Gulnora Alimova (1971) Uzbek - pianist.

Sevara Nazarkhan / Sevara Nazarxon / Sevara Nazarxonova Anvarjonova (1974) Uzbek - singer-songwriter.

Rayhon / Rayhon G’aniyeva (1978) Uzbek - actress, singer-songwriter, and pianist.

Manzura / Yoʻldosheva Manzura Muborakovna (1978) Uzbek - singer.

Ravshana Kurkova (1980) Uzbek / Russian - actress.

Natasha Kizmet (1980) Uzbek - model, dancer, comedian, dance instructor, and filmmaker.

Rinat Matatov (1981) Uzbek Jewish - actress.

Gulchehra Eshonqulova (1981) Uzbek - actress.

Alina Gilmanova (1981) Uzbek - instagrammer (alinagilmanova).

Sevinch Mo'minova (1982) Uzbek - singer.

Lola Astanova (1982) Uzbek - pianist.

Jamilya Buranova (1982 or 1983) Uzbek - actress and model.

Natasha Alam (1983) Uzbek - actress and model.

Tatyana Zakirova (1983) Uzbek - model.

Sitora Farmonova (1984) Uzbek - actress, singer, and comedian.

Djamilya Abdullaeva (1984) Uzbek - actress, singer, and model.

Oydin Yusupova (1984) Uzbek - actress.

Feruza Jumaniyozova (1984) Uzbek / Tajik - singer.

Lola / Lola Yuldasheva / Lola Yo’ldosheva (1985) Uzbek - actress and singer-songwriter.

Yulduz Turdiyeva (1985) Uzbek - singer.

Kaniza / Kaniza Shahrizoda (1985) Uzbek, Spanish - singer.

Alina Kit (1985) Uzbek - model.

Dilnoza Kubayeva (1986) Uzbek - actress.

Gulnora Qosimova (1986) Uzbek - actress.

Nodira Sadikova (1986) Uzbek - model.

Shahzoda Matchanova (1987) Uzbek - actress.

Nilufar Usmonova (1987) Uzbek - actress and singer.

Adelya Alibekova (1988) Uzbek - singer.

Sugdiyona Azimova (1988) Uzbek - actress.

Tamila / Esmiralda Rahmatova (1988) Uzbek - singer.

Guzal Irgashova (1988 or 1989) Uzbek - model.

Ziyoda Gobilova (1989) Uzbek - actress and singer-songwriter.

Dilbar Fayzieva (1989) Uzbek - actress and tv presenter.

Anjelika Akbar (1989) Uzbek Jewish, Kazakh Jewish, Turkish Jewish, German Jewish - pianist, composer, and writer.

Zarina Nizomiddinova (1989) Uzbek - actress and singer.

Liliya Azyukova (1989) Uzbek - model.

Roza Gilles (1990) Uzbek - model.

Saiora Altinbekova (1990) Uzbek - model.

Adel Meylibaeva (1990) Uzbek - model.

Lina (1990) Uzbek - actress and model.

Elnara Musaeva (1990 or 1991) Uzbek - model.

Aziza Curly (1991) Uzbek - actress and model.

Zamzama (1991) Uzbek - singer.

Maria Sav (1991 or 1992) Uzbek - model.

Asal Shodiyeva (1992) Uzbek - actress and singer.

Irina Sharipova (1992) Uzbek / Tatar, Russian, Ukrainian - model and Miss World Russia 2010.

Zilola Ruzieva (1992) Uzbek - model.

Lyudmila Kan (1992) Uzbek, Korean, Japanese - model.

Darina Vladi (1992) Uzbek - model.

Umida Khalikova (1992) Uzbek - model.

Vasilina Ibragimova (1992) Uzbek - model.

Anastasia Eliseeva (1992) Uzbek - model.

Istora Artikova (1993) Uzbek - model.

Lola Naimova (1993) Uzbek - model.

Diyora Abdujabbarova (1993) Uzbek - model.

Ruxshona Matkarimova (1994) Uzbek - actress, singer, and tv presenter.

Zarina Mustaf (1994) Uzbek, Uyghur, Tatar, Azerbaijani - makeup artist and instagrammer (zaramustaf).

Kamilla Shermuh (1994) Uzbek - instagrammer (kamillashermuh).

Nadya Bondareva (1994) Uzbek - model.

Rakhima Ganieva (1994 or 1995) Uzbek - model and Miss Uzbekistan 2013.

Barchinoy Sadikova Abduvasieva

Sayyora Badalbaeva (1995) Uzbek - reality tv star.

Albina Kayumova (1995 or 1996) Uzbek - model.

Negina Khudaykulova (1995 or 1996) Uzbek - model.

Snowbaby / Cai Rui Xu / Cai Rui Xue (1996) Uzbek, Tibetan / Taiwanese - youtuber (snowbaby瑞雪) and kpop trainee.

Dilnaz Ametbekova (1996) Uzbek - model.

Angelica Miller (1996) Uzbek - model.

Nargiss Fiami / Nargiza Gulmuhammedova (1997) Uzbek - model (instagram: nargiss_fiami).

Madina Urinova (1997) Uzbek - model.

Anastasia Khvan (1997) Uzbek, Korean, Japanese - model.

Gina (1997) Uzbek - model.

Sevara Ravshanova (1997 or 1998) Uzbek - model.

Carina Galieva (1997 or 1998) Uzbek - model.

Elina Karimova (1998) Uzbek - cover singer, youtuber (Elina Karimova_엘리나), and instagrammer (elina_4_22).

Alek Seeevna (1998) Uzbek - model (instagram: alekseeevna_98).

Shakhzoda Begmatova (1998) Uzbek - model.

Alina Gimranova (1998) Uzbek - model.

Natali Ten (1998 or 1999) Uzbek, Korean, Japanese - model.

Anik (1999) Uzbek - model.

Camila Ismatillaeva (1999 or 2000) Uzbek - model.

Tammy Tamaytka (2000) Uzbek - youtuber (Tamaytka).

Sofiya Orlova (2000) Uzbek / Unspecified Black - model.

Rushana Kaxxarava (2000) Uzbek - model.

Kamila Shodieva (2000 or 2001) Uzbek - model.

Malika Rakhimova (2000 or 2001) Uzbek - model.

Dildora Khashimova (?) Uzbek / Korean - actress.

Jamila Gafurova (?) Uzbek - actress.

Hadicha / Hadicha Qurbonova (?) Uzbek - singer.

Olga Druzhinina (?) Uzbek - singer and pianist.

Zamira Beshimova (?) Uzbek - actress and model.

Diyora (?) Uzbek - singer.

Irina Nikotina (?) Uzbek - violinist.

Dilnoza Artikova (?) Uzbek - dancer.

Robiya Nabieva (?) Uzbek / Tajik - instagrammer (yaibor).

Shuhrat Razzaqov (?) Uzbek - dutar player and tanbur player.

Malicakson (?) Uzbek - singer.

Aly Sayd (?) Uzbek, Afghan, Syrian, Spanish - actress.

Mariam Salem (?) Uzbek - model.

Valerie Ko (?) Uzbek - model.

Mila Mironova (?) Uzbek - model.

Dinara (?) Uzbek - model.

F - Athletes:

Galina Shamrai (1931) Uzbek - gymnast.

Svetlana Babanina (1943) Uzbek - swimmer.

Tamara Golovey (1943) Uzbek Jewish / Belarusian Jewish - chess player.

Elvira Saadi (1952) Uzbek - gymnast.

Natalya Butuzova (1954) Uzbek - archer.

Elena Tornikidou (1965) Uzbek - basketball player.

Tatiana Levina (1965) Uzbek - canoer.

Inna Isakova (1967) Uzbek - canoer.

Irina Lyalina (1968) Uzbek - canoer.

Anisa Petrova (1970) Uzbek - fencer.

Elmira Urumbayeva (1973) Uzbek - alpine skier.

Anjelika Krylova (1973) 1/4 Uzbek, 3/4 Russian - figure skater.

Zulfiya Zabirova (1973) Uzbek - cyclist.

Oksana Chusovitina (1975) Uzbek - gymnast.

Dinara Nurdbayeva (1976) Uzbek - ice skater.

Yelena Lebedeva (1977) Uzbek - canoer.

Rozalia Galiyeva (1977) Uzbek - gymnast.

Anastasia Dzyundzyak (1979) Uzbek - gymnast.

Anastasia Gimazetdinova (1980) Uzbek - figure skater.

Saida Iskandarova (1980) Uzbek - swimmer.

Yuliya Borzova (1981) Uzbek - canoer.

Zarrina Mihaylova (1982) Uzbek - rower.

Ekaterina Khilko (1982) Uzbek - trampoline gymnast.

Yelena Usarova (1982) Uzbek - rower.

Iroda Tulyaganova (1982) Uzbek - tennis player..

Natalia Ponomareva (1982) Uzbek - pair skater.

Aida Khasanova (1983) Uzbek - fencer.

Anastasiya Korolyova (1983) Uzbek - swimmer.

Olga Akimova (1983) Uzbek - figure skater.

Akgul Amanmuradova (1984) Uzbek - tennis player..

Olga Drobysheva (1984) Uzbek - cyclist.

Irina Shlemova (1984) Uzbek - swimmer.

Marina Aganina (1985) Uzbek - pair skater.

Natalya Mikryukova (1985) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Zinura Djuraeva (1985) Uzbek - judoka.

Irina Kaydashova (1985) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Natalya Mamatova (1985) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Mariya Bugakova (1985) Uzbek - swimmer.

Kseniya Grigoreva (1987) Uzbek - alpine skier.

Olga Umaralieva (1988) Uzbek - canoer.

Natalya Koneva (1989) Uzbek - basketball player.

Vlada Ekshibarova (1989) Uzbek Jewish - tennis player.

Evgeniya Karimova (1989) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Olga Gnedovskaya (1989) Uzbek - swimmer.

Makhliyo Sarikova (1990) Uzbek - footballer.

Djamila Rakhmatova (1990) Uzbek - gymnast.

Ulyana Trofimova (1990) Uzbek - gymnast.

Gulnor Sulaymanova (1990) Uzbek - kurash practitioner.

Darya Elizarova (1991) Uzbek - gymnast.

Luiza Galiulina (1991) Uzbek - gymnast.

Albina Khabibulina (1992) Uzbek - tennis player.

Marina Sisoeva (1993) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Ganna Pustovarova (1993) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Ranohon Amanova (1994) Uzbek - swimmer.

Nigina Abduraimova (1994) Uzbek - tennis player.

Sabina Sharipova (1994) Uzbek - tennis player.

Victoria Kan (1995) Uzbek, Korean - tennis player.

Dilnoza Abdusalimova (1995) Uzbek - gymnast.

Polina Merenkova (1995) Uzbek - tennis player.

Luiza Ganieva (1995) Uzbek - gymnast.

Elizaveta Nazarenkova (1995) Uzbek - gymnast.

Zarina Kurbonova (1995) Uzbek - gymnast.

Gulnoza Matniyazova (1995) Uzbek - judoka.

Yodgoroy Mirzaeva (1996) Uzbek - boxer.

Ekaterina Knebeleva (1996) Uzbek - cyclist.

Anna Nagornyuk (1996) Uzbek - figure skater.

Marta Rostoburova (1996) Uzbek Jewish - gymnast.

Ida Mayrin (1997) Uzbek Jewish - gymnast.

Alina Khakimova (1997) Uzbek - cyclist.

Arina Folts (1997) Uzbek - tennis player.

Guzal Yusupova (1997) Uzbek - tennis player.

Mariya Shekerova (1988) Uzbek, Russian - judoka.

Renata Baymetova (1998) Uzbek - cyclist.

Samira Amirova (1998) Uzbek - gymnast.

Anora Davlyatova (1999) Uzbek - gymnast.

Fotimakhon Amilova (1999) Uzbek - paralympic swimmer.

Nigora Tursunkulova (1999) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Komola Umarova (1999) Uzbek - tennis player.

Emiliya Kalehanova (2000) Uzbek - ice skater.

Madinabonu Mannopova (2001) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Sevil Yuldasheva (2002) Uzbek - tennis player.

Nargiza Abdurasulova (?) Uzbek - footballer.

Aziza Ermatova (?) Uzbek - footballer.

Zebo Juraeva (?) Uzbek - footballer.

Maria Moiseeva (?) Uzbek - footballer.

Kamola Riskieva (?) Uzbek - footballer.

Makhfuza Turapova (?) Uzbek - footballer.

Tanzilya Zarbieva (?) Uzbek - footballer.

Yulduz Kuchkarova (?) Uzbek - swimmer.

Turgʻun Azizov (1934) Uzbek - actor.

Ari Babakhanov (1934) Uzbek Jewish - tanbur player, rubab player, and dutar player.

Stahan Rakhimov (1937) Uzbek / Russian - singer.

Ali Hamroyev / Ali Khamrayev (1937) Uzbek - actor, director, producer, and screenwriter.

Yoqub Ahmedov (1938) Uzbek - actor.

Bakhtiyor Ikhtiyarov (1940) Uzbek - actor.

Farrukh Zokirov (1946) Uzbek - actor, singer, pianist, and composer.

Sherali Jo’rayev (1947) Uzbek - actor, singer-songwriter, screenwriter, and poet.

Rustam Sagdullaev (1950) Uzbek - actor.

Vladimir Soultanov (1960) Uzbek - pianist.

Stanislav Ioudenitch (1971) Uzbek - pianist.

Tohir Sodiqov (1973) Uzbek - actor, singer-songwriter, and guitarist.

Yehezkel Lazarov (1974) Uzbek Jewish / Bulgarian Jewish - actor, director, and multidisciplinary artist.

Ozodbek Nazarbekov (1974) Uzbek - singer.

Eldar Nebolsin (1974) Uzbek - pianist.

Jahongir Poziljonov (1978) Uzbek - actor and singer.

Ulug'bek Rahmatullayev (1982) Uzbek - singer.

Michail Lifits (1982) Uzbek / German - pianist.

Otabek Mahkamov (1984) Uzbek - actor.

Alisher Uzoqov (1984) Uzbek - actor, singer, footballer, and director.

Shoxrux / Shohruh / Shohruh Shodmonov (1986) Uzbek - rapper and producer.

Talgat Batalov (1987) Uzbek / Russian - actor and director.

Farruh Yusupov (1987) Uzbek - actor and model.

Jasur Gaipov (1988) Uzbek - singer.

Aziz Aripov (1988) Uzbek - model.

Behzod Abduraimov (1990) Uzbek - pianist.

Roman Samoylov (1990) Uzbek - model.

Shakhboz Makhmudov (1990 or 1991) Uzbek - model.

Daler Ametist / Daler Makhumudov Ametist Ulfatovich (1991) Uzbek - actor, rapper, director, producer, screenwriter, and designer.

Sukhrob Zavqiyev (1991) Uzbek - model.

Davron Abilov (1991) Uzbek - model.

Amri Madiev (1991) Uzbek - model.

Oskar Tuychieva (1991) Uzbek - actor and model.

Jawani (1991) Uzbek - model.

Daler Yusuf (1992) Uzbek / Kelantanese Malay Malaysian - actor.

Model Sadish (1992) Uzbek - actor and model.

Ismail (1992) Uzbek - model.

Alem / Batyrkhan Malikov (1993) Uzbek - singer.

Sanjar Khalikov (1993) Uzbek - singer.

Bobur Vakhobov (1993) Uzbek - model.

Sherzod Yusuf (1993) Uzbek - singer and model.

Nikita Vasilchenko (1994) Uzbek - actor.

Gulomjonov Khakhraman (1994) Uzbek - singer and pianist.

Sardor Otajonov (1994) Uzbek - model.

Timur Khodjaev (1994 or 1995) Uzbek - model.

Amirkhon Oribjanov (1995) Uzbek - model.

Joni Obidov (1995) Uzbek - model.

Rimas Astrauskas (1995) Uzbek - model.

Bekzod Ziyayev (1995) Uzbek - model.

Saidakbar Ramankulov (1995) Uzbek - model.

Faruh Jon (1995) Uzbek - model.

Yoosoofjanof (1995) Uzbek - model.

Vladlen (1995) Uzbek - model.

Nurbek Khaydarov (1995 or 1996) Uzbek - model.

NAIM (1995 or 1996) Uzbek - model.

IS (1995 or 1996) Uzbek - model.

Arteezy / Artour Babaev (1996) Uzbek - youtuber and twitch star.

Shakhboz Ibodullaev (1996) Uzbek - model.

Chivu Khamraev (1996) Uzbek - model.

Jakhongir Abdumalikov (1996) Uzbek - model.

Temur Akramov (1996 or 1997) Uzbek - model.

Rakhmatullo Numonov (1996 or 1997) Uzbek - model.

Bobur Abdukadirov (1996 or 1997) Uzbek - model.

Sarvar Turdibaev (1996 or 1997) Uzbek - model.

Shavkat Sabitov (1997 or 1998) Uzbek - model.

Muhammadali Mamadaliyev (1997 or 1998) Uzbek - model.

Khurshid Sayfiev (1997 or 1998) Uzbek - model.

Mukhammad Jon (1997 or 1998) Uzbek - model.

Sardor Abdumajitov (1997 or 1998) Uzbek - model and dancer.

Axmedjan (1998 or 1999) Uzbek - model.

Umid (1998 or 1999) Uzbek - model.

Allan (1999) Uzbek - model.

Kamoliddinbekzod (1999 or 2000) Uzbek - model.

Utkirbek (1999 or 2000) Uzbek - model.

AMIRKHAN (1999 or 2000) Uzbek - actor and model.

Mirabdullokh Mirsalikhov (2000) Uzbek - actor and model.

Yuri Andryushkov (2001 or 2002) Uzbek - model.

Daniel Rakhimov (2002 or 2003) Uzbek - model.

Jamik (2002 or 2003) Uzbek - model.

Islam Gaynutdinov (?) Uzbek - model and Face Of Uzbekistan 2018 (instagram: islamgaynutdinov).

Jahongir Otajonov (?) Uzbek - singer.

Imran Usmanov (?) Uzbek - model.

Khalid Bukhari (?) Uzbek, Iranian - actor.

Bek Vlogs (?) Uzbek - youtuber (Bek Vlogs).

Young Zapik (?) Uzbek - rapper.

Qahramon G'ulomjonov (?) Uzbek - singer.

Bobomurod Hamdamov (?) Uzbek - singer.

Akhmed Bek (?) Uzbek, Unspecified - actor.

Shavkat Tashmatov (?) Uzbek - singer.

Islam Duysenbayev (?) Uzbek - model.

Jakhongir Danaev (?) Uzbek - model.

Alisher Madumarov (?) Uzbek - musician (Dado).

Sherzod Madumarov (?) Uzbek - musician (Dado).

Rustam Madumarov (?) Uzbek - musician (Dado).

Vitaly Popeloff (?) Uzbek - singer and guitarist (Fromuz).

Albert Khalmurzaev (?) Uzbek - singer and bassist (Fromuz).

Evgeniy Popelov (?) Uzbek - singer and keyboardist (Fromuz).

Vagif Zokirov (?) Uzbek - keyboardist (Bolalar).

Timur Gaynutdinov (?) Uzbek - guitarist (Bolalar).

Anvar Salohutdinov (?) Uzbek - bassist (Bolalar).

Tofik Morduxayev (?) Uzbek - drummer (Bolalar).

Victor Nazarov (?) Uzbek - singer (Night Wind).

Robert Burhanov (?) Uzbek - bassist (Night Wind).

Dmitriy Korotkov (?) Uzbek - drummer (Night Wind).

Alex Gustov (?) Uzbek - guitarist (Night Wind).

M - Athletes:

Sergey Konov (1948) Uzbek - swimmer.

Nikolay Anfimov (1950) Uzbek - boxer.

Gennadiy Belkov (1955) Uzbek - high jumper.

Boris Budayev (1957) Uzbek - wrestler.

Mustafa Belyalov (1957) Uzbek - footballer.

Sergey Kot (1960) Uzbek - shot putter.

Farkhad Magametov (1962) Uzbek - footballer.

Dmitry Solovyov (1963) Uzbek - judoka.

Djamolidine Abdoujaparov (1964) Uzbek - cyclist.

Usmon Toshev (1965) Uzbek - footballer.

Orzubek Nazarov (1966) Uzbek / Kyrgyz - boxer.

Stepan Atayan (1966) Uzbek - footballer.

Azamat Abduraimov (1966) Uzbek - footballer.

Rustam Durmonov (1969) Uzbek - footballer.

Ivan Kireyev (1967) Uzbek - canoer.

Vitaliy Khozhatelyov (1967) Uzbek - hammer thrower.

Anatoly Tyurin (1968) Uzbek - canoer.

Ravshan Bozorov (1968) Uzbek - footballer.

Dmitry Polyunin (1969) Uzbek - javelin thrower.

Georgi Georgiev (1970) Uzbek - footballer.

Sergey Shayslamov (1970) Uzbek - canoer.

Soslan Fraev (1970) Uzbek - wrestler.

Ruslan Khinchagov (1970) Uzbek - wrestler.

Shukhrat Maqsudov (1970) Uzbek - footballer.

Oleg Tsvetkovskiy (1970) Uzbek - swimmer.

Vladimir Shayslamov (1970) Uzbek - canoer.

Sergey Andreyev (1970) Uzbek - footballer.

Anvar Kuchmuradov (1970) Uzbek - sprinter.

Nariman Ataev (1971) Uzbek - boxer.

Konstantin Sarnatskiy (1971) Uzbek - long jumper.

Shermukhammad Kuziyev (1971) Uzbek - wrestler.

Grigory Pulyayev (1971) Uzbek - wrestler.

Rustam Abdullaev (1971) Uzbek - footballer.

Timur Mukhamedkhanov (1971) Uzbek - judoka.

Igor Khalilov (1972) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Bakhodir Kurbanov (1972) Uzbek - wrestler.

Roman Poltoratsky (1972) Uzbek - discus thrower.

Igor Dzyuba (1972) Uzbek - cyclist.

Fevzi Davletov (1972) Uzbek - footballer.

Vladimir Kazantsev (1972) Uzbek - canoer.

Rafayel Islamov (1972) Uzbek - canoer.

Armen Bagdasarov (1972) Uzbek - judoka.

Andrey Shturbabin (1972) Uzbek - judoka.

Alisher Mukhtarov (1973) Uzbek - judoka.

Vladimir Shmakov (1973) Uzbek - judoka.

Aleksandr Urinov (1973) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Akram Yurabayev (1973) Uzbek - canoer.

Konstantin Yashin (1973) Uzbek - canoer.

Vladimir Alimdyanov (1973) Uzbek - canoer.

Ramil Islamov (1973) Uzbek - wrestler.

Muhammad Abdullaev (1973) Uzbek - boxer.

Karim Tulaganov (1973) Uzbek - boxer.

Yury Aristov (1973) Uzbek - hurdler.

Rafkat Ruziyev (1973) Uzbek - boxer.

Erkinjon Isakov (1974) Uzbek - middle distance runner.

Andrey Shilin (1974) Uzbek - canoer.

Kamol Muradov (1974) Uzbek - judoka.

Farkhod Turayev (1974) Uzbek - judoka.

Yorqin Nazarov (1974) Uzbek - footballer.

Abdumajid Toirov (1974) Uzbek - footballer.

Nikolay Shirshov (1974) Uzbek - footballer.

Ravil Nachaev (1974) Uzbek - swimmer.

Aleksey Cheglakov (1974) Uzbek, Russian - wrestler.

Vyacheslav Skoromnov (1974) Uzbek - sports shooter.

Oleg Pashinin (1974) Uzbek - footballer.

Ikrom Berdiev (1974) Uzbek - boxer.

Viktor Ustinov (1974) Uzbek - hammer thrower.

Ruslan Agalarov (1974) Uzbek, Dargin - footballer.

Ariel Mastov (1974) Uzbek Jewish - kickboxer.

Ruslan Biktyakov (1974) Uzbek - wrestler.

Utkirbek Haydarov (1974) Uzbek - boxer.

Yevgeny Astanin (1974) Uzbek - canoer.

Evgeni Sviridov (1974) Uzbek - skater.

Yevgeny Yerofaylov (1975) Uzbek - wrestler.

Nikolay Yeroshenko (1975) Uzbek - sprinter.

Rustam Khusnutdinov (1975) Uzbek - long jumper.

Yevgeniy Petin (1975) Uzbek - triple jumper.

Bakhtiyor Nurullaev (1975) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Michael Kolganov (1975) Uzbek Jewish - sprint kayaker.

Aleksandr Popov (1975) Uzbek - canoer.

Oleg Pukhnatiy (1975) Uzbek - swimmer.

Aleksandr Agafonov (1975) Uzbek - swimmer.

Mansur Zhumayev (1975) Uzbek - judoka.

Timur Ibragimov (1975) Uzbek - boxer.

Ulugbek Ibragimov (1975) Uzbek - boxer.

Alisher Tuychiev (1976) Uzbek - footballer.

Davron Fayziev (1976) Uzbek - footballer.

Zafar Kholmurodov (1976) Uzbek - footballer.

Bakhtiyor Ashurmatov (1976) Uzbek - footballer.

Sergey Krushevskiy (1976) Uzbek - cyclist.

Dmitry Tsutskarev (1976) Uzbek - swimmer.

Konstantin Zhuravlyov (1976) Uzbek - sprinter.

Egamnazar Akbarov (1976) Uzbek - judoka.

Sergey Mihaylov (1976) Uzbek - boxer.

Dilshod Yuldashev (1976) Uzbek - boxer.

Damir Zakhartdinov (1976) Uzbek - wrestler.

Artur Tavkazakhov (1976) Uzbek - wrestler.

Adkhamdzhon Akhilov (1976) Uzbek - wrestler.

Komil Urunbayev (1976) Uzbek - alpine skier.

Elvir Rahimić (1976) Uzbek - footballer.

Rafael Nuritdinov (1977) Uzbek - cyclist.

Alisher Rahimov (1977) Uzbek - boxer.

Spartak Murtazayev (1977) Uzbek - footballer.

Zayniddin Tadjiyev (1977) Uzbek - footballer.

Vitaly Anosov (1977) Uzbek - canoer.

Rashidjon Gafurov (1977) Uzbek - footballer.

Vadim Kutsenko (1977) Uzbek - tennis player.

Tulkunbay Turgunov (1977) Uzbek - boxer.

Rustam Saidov (1978) Uzbek - boxer.

Pavel Andreev (1978) Uzbek - devathlete.

Asror Aliqulov (1978) Uzbek - footballer.

Ulugbek Bakayev (1978) Uzbek - footballer.

Anvar Berdiev (1978) Uzbek - footballer.

Aleksey Babadjanov (1978) Uzbek - canoer.

Danila Turchin (1978) Uzbek - canoer.

Umid Isoqov (1978) Uzbek - footballer.

Vyacheslav Ponomarev (1978) Uzbek - footballer.

Anvarjon Soliev (1978) Uzbek - footballer.

Hayrulla Karimov (1978) Uzbek - footballer.

Bakhtiyor Hamidullaev (1978) Uzbek - footballer.

Murat Kalikulov (1978) Uzbek - judoka.

Andrei Karyaka (1978) Uzbek, Russian, Ukrainian - footballer.

Aleksey Shevtsov (1979) Uzbek - wrestler.

Ilkhom Muminjonov (1979) Uzbek - footballer.

Yury Vitt (1980) Uzbek - wrestler.

Sherzod Husanov (1980) Uzbek - boxer.

Botir Qoraev (1980) Uzbek - footballer.

Vyacheslav Pereteyko (1980) Uzbek - judoka.

Ruslan Kudayev (1980) Uzbek - fencer.

Hamza Karimov (1980) Uzbek - footballer.

Artem Knyazev (1980) Uzbek - skater.

Ramil Sarkulov (1981) Uzbek - ice skater.

Sergey Borzov (1981) Uzbek - canoer.

Petr Vasiliev (1981) Uzbek - swimmer.

Tulashboy Doniyorov (1981) Uzbek - boxer.

Mikhail Tarasov (1981) Uzbek - canoer.

Andrei Vlasichev (1981) Uzbek - footballer.

Oleg Normatov (1981) Uzbek - hurdler.

Bekzod Khidirov (1981) Uzbek - boxer.

Abdullo Tangriev (1981) Uzbek - judoka.

Vladimir Chernenko (1981) Uzbek - rower.

Oleg Shamaev (1982) Uzbek - alpine skier.

Dmitry Strykov (1982) Uzbek - canoer.

Sherzod Abdurahmonov (1982) Uzbek - boxer.

Sherzodjon Yusupov (1982) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Shuhrat Mirkholdirshoev (1982) Uzbek - footballer.

Sergei Karaulov (1982) Uzbek - basketball player.

Akmal Irgashev (1982) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Igor Alborov (1982) Uzbek - boxer.

Sergey Voytsekhovich (1982) Uzbek - swimmer.

Oleg Lyashko (1982) Uzbek - swimmer.

Dilshod Mahmudov (1982) Uzbek - boxer.

Ramziddin Sayidov (1982) Uzbek - judoka.

Oleg Juravlyov (1982) Uzbek - sprinter.

Muradjan Khalmuratov (1982) Uzbek - cyclist.

Dilshod Mansurov (1983) Uzbek - wrestler.

Vladimir Tuychiev (1983) Uzbek - cyclist.

Oleg Sidorov (1983) Uzbek - swimmer.

Shokir Muminov (1983) Uzbek - judoka.

Roman Dronin (1983) Uzbek - cyclist.

Olim Navkarov (1983) Uzbek - footballer.

Ilhom Suyunov (1983) Uzbek - footballer.

Kamoliddin Tajiev (1983) Uzbek - footballer.

Ikboljon Akramov (1983) Uzbek - footballer.

Utkir Kurbanov (1983) Uzbek - judoka.

Sanjar Zokirov (1983) Uzbek - judoka.

Leonid Andreev (1983) Uzbek - pole vaulter and decathlete.

Mansurbek Chashemov (1983) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Bakhram Mendibaev (1983) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Sergey Bogdanov (1983) Uzbek - rower.

Magomed Ibragimov (1983) Uzbek - wrestler.

Gayratjon Hasanov (1983) Uzbek - footballer.

Jasur Hasanov (1983) Uzbek - footballer.

Islom Inomov (1984) Uzbek - footballer.

Temur Juraev (1984) Uzbek - footballer.

Ildar Magdeev (1984) Uzbek - footballer.

Ilyos Zeytulayev (1984) Uzbek - footballer.

Kayrat Ermetov (1984) Uzbek - alpine skier.

Ruslan Naurzaliev (1984) Uzbek - rower.

Erkin Boydullayev (1984) Uzbek - footballer.

Jasur Matchanov (1984) Uzbek - boxer.

Murad Inoyatov (1984) Uzbek - tennis player.

Navruz Jurakobilov (1984) Uzbek - judoka.

Anzur Ismailov (1985) Uzbek - footballer.

Azizbek Haydarov (1985) Uzbek - footballer.

Shavkat Salomov (1985) Uzbek - footballer.

Soslan Gattsiev (1985) Uzbek - wrestler.

Andrey Morkovin (1985) Uzbek - swimmer.

Dilshod Choriev (1985) Uzbek - judoka.

Bahodirjon Sultonov (1985) Uzbek - boxer.

Khurshid Nabiev (1985) Uzbek - judoka.

Adiljan Tulendibaev (1985) Uzbek - judoka.

Ivan Efremov (1986) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Abbos Atoev (1986) Uzbek - boxer.

Farrukh Dustov (1986) Uzbek - tennis player.

Sergey Tsoy (1986) Uzbek - swimmer.

Elshod Rasulov (1986) Uzbek - boxer.

Shavkat Mullajanov (1986) Uzbek - footballer.

Vokhid Shodiev (1986) Uzbek - footballer.

Timur Yafarov (1986) Uzbek - footballer.

Nikita Polyakov (1986) Uzbek - swimmer.

Aziz Ibragimov (1986) Uzbek - footballer.

Ruslan Karimov (1986) Uzbek - cyclist.

Rishod Sobirov (1986) Uzbek - judoka.

Andrey Petrov (1986) Uzbek - long distance runner.

Sherali Juraev (1986) Uzbek - judoka.

Ruslan Makarov (1987) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Mirali Sharipov (1987) Uzbek - judoka.

Vadim Menkov (1987) Uzbek - canoer.

Sakhob Juraev (1987) Uzbek - footballer.

Vagiz Galiulin (1987) Uzbek - footballer.

Gerasim Kochnev (1987) Uzbek - canoer.

Kamoliddin Murzoev (1987) Uzbek - footballer.

Bahodir Nasimov (1987) Uzbek - footballer.

Vadim Afonin (1987) Uzbek - footballer.

Odil Ahmedov (1987) Uzbek - footballer.

Orzubek Shayimov (1987) Uzbek - boxer.

Marsel İlhan (1987) Uzbek / Turkish - tennis player.

Gleb Sakharov (1988) Uzbek - tennis player.

Vaja Uzakov (1988) Uzbek - tennis player.

Soyib Kurbonov (1988) Uzbek - judoka.

Sergey Pankov (1988) Uzbek - swimmer.

Mirzohid Farmonov (1988) Uzbek - judoka.

Anvar Rajabov (1988) Uzbek - footballer.

Lutfulla Turaev (1988) Uzbek - footballer.

Ibrahim Nazarov (1988) Uzbek - swimmer.

Ivan Zaytsev (1988) Uzbek - javelin thrower.

Rafikjon Sultonov (1988) Uzbek - boxer.

Serik Mirbekov (1988) Uzbek - canoer.

Danil Bugakov (1988) Uzbek - swimmer.

Abbos Rakhmonov (1988) Uzbek - wrestler.

Kamil Agalarov (1988) Uzbek, Dargin - footballer.

Alexander Petrovsky (1989) Uzbek - cyclist.

Vladimir Broun (1989) Uzbek Jewish - footballer.

Yakhyo Imamov (1989) Uzbek - judoka.

Ivan Demyanenko (1989) Uzbek - swimmer.

Jasur Hasanov (1989) Uzbek - footballer.

Shukhrat Mukhammadiev (1989) Uzbek - footballer.

Islom Tukhtakhodjaev (1989) Uzbek - footballer.

Kenja Turaev (1989) Uzbek - footballer.

Akbar Turaev (1989) Uzbek - footballer.

Sherzod Karimov (1989) Uzbek - footballer.

Abduqahhor Hojiakbarov (1989) Uzbek - footballer.

Muminjon Abdullaev (1989) Uzbek - wrestler.

Hurshid Tojibaev (1989) Uzbek - boxer.

Ikhtiyor Navruzov (1989) Uzbek - wrestler.

Dmitriy Kim (1989) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Ulugbek Alimov (1989) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Artem Dyatlov (1989) Uzbek - hurdler.

Petr Romashkin (1989) Uzbek - swimmer.

Uktamjon Rahmonov (1990) Uzbek - boxer.

Sherzod Azamov (1990) Uzbek - footballer.

Murod Kholmukhamedov (1990) Uzbek - footballer.

Bobur Shokirjonov (1990) Uzbek - javelin thrower.

Aleksey Mochalov (1990) Uzbek - canoer.

Sergey Dementev (1990) Uzbek - shot putter.

Bekzod Abdurakhmonov (1990) Uzbek - wrestler and mixed martial artist.

Utkirjon Nigmatov (1990) Uzbek - paralympic judoka.

Elmurat Tasmuradov (1991) Uzbek - wrestler.

Sardor Mirzaev (1991) Uzbek - footballer.

Shahzodbek Nurmatov (1991) Uzbek - footballer.

Farrukh Nurliboev (1991) Uzbek - footballer.

Farrukh Sayfiev (1991) Uzbek - footballer.

Sardor Rashidov (1991) Uzbek - footballer.

Eldorbek Suyunov (1991) Uzbek - footballer.

Dilshod Turdiev (1991) Uzbek - wrestler.

Shohrux Gadoyev (1991) Uzbek - footballer.

Akbar Ismatullaev (1991) Uzbek - footballer.

Fazliddin Gaibnazarov (1991) Uzbek - boxer.

Shohjahon Ergashev (1991) Uzbek - boxer.

Azizbek Abdugofurov (1992) Uzbek - boxer.

Navruzbek Olimov (1992) Uzbek - footballer.

Davron Khashimov (1992) Uzbek - footballer.

Dilshod Juraev (1992) Uzbek - footballer.

Sherzod Namozov (1992) Uzbek - paralympic judoka.

Timur Gumerov (1992) Uzbek - cyclist.

Shakhram Giyasov (1993) Uzbek - boxer.

Jamshid Iskanderov (1993) Uzbek - footballer.

Sardorbek Dusmurotov (1993) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Jaloliddin Masharipov (1993) Uzbek - footballer.

Hasanboy Dusmatov (1993) Uzbek - boxer.

Shokhrukhbek Abdulazizov (1993) Uzbek - boxer.

Shakhobidin Zoirov (1993) Uzbek - boxer.

Ruslan Kurbanov (1993) Uzbek - triple jumper.

Diyorbek Urozboev (1993) Uzbek - judoka.

Suhrob Khodjaev (1993) Uzbek - hammer thrower.

Artem Voronov (1993) Uzbek - alpine skier.

Qudratillo Abduqaxorov (1993) Uzbek - boxer.

Rustam Djangabaev (1993) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Shakhzodbek Sabirov (1993) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Nikita Rafalovich (1993) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Jahongir Abdumominov (1993) Uzbek - footballer.

Artyom Savatyugin (1994) Uzbek - badminton player.

Bakhodir Jalolov (1994) Uzbek - boxer.

Elnur Abduraimov (1994) Uzbek - boxer.

Khurshidjon Tursunov (1994) Uzbek - swimmer.

Nikita Pavlenko (1994) Uzbek - footballer.

Diyorjon Turapov (1994) Uzbek - footballer.

Murodjon Akhmadaliev (1994) Uzbek - boxer.

Ikromjon Alibaev (1994) Uzbek - footballer.

Husniddin Gafurov (1994) Uzbek - footballer.

Sanjar Fayziev (1994) Uzbek - tennis player.

Temur Mustafin (1995) Uzbek - footballer.

Temur Ismailov (1995) Uzbek - tennis player.

Vladislav Mustafin (1995) Uzbek - swimmer.

Eldor Shomurodov (1995) Uzbek - footballer.

Andrey Sidorov (1995) Uzbek - footballer.

Javokhir Sokhibov (1995) Uzbek - footballer.

Zabikhillo Urinboev (1995) Uzbek - footballer.

Doston Yokubov (1995) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Odiljon Abdurakhmanov (1996) Uzbek - footballer.

Bektemir Melikuziev (1996) Uzbek - boxer.

Odiljon Hamrobekov (1996) Uzbek - footballer.

Rustam Ashurmatov (1996) Uzbek - footballer.

Jamshid Boltaboev (1996) Uzbek - footballer.

Shakhboz Kholmurzaev (1996) Uzbek - rower.

Javokhir Sidikov (1996) Uzbek - footballer.

Jasurbek Yakhshiboev (1997) Uzbek - footballer.

Rustam Vazitdinov (1997) Uzbek - footballer.

Komiljon Tukhtaev (1997) Uzbek - alpine skier.

Rustam Normatov (1997) Uzbek - footballer.

Farkhodbek Sobirov (1997) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Ömer Yurtseven (1998) Uzbek - basketball player.

Niyaz Pulatov (1998) Uzbek - taekwondo practitioner.

Jurabek Karimov (1998) Uzbek - tennis player.

Azizjon Ganiev (1998) Uzbek - footballer.

Artyom Kozlyuk (1998) Uzbek - swimmer.

Khumoyun Sultanov (1998) Uzbek - tennis player.

Akbar Djuraev (1999) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Adkhamjon Ergashev (1999) Uzbek - weightlifter.

Shamseddin Khudoyberdiev (?) Uzbek - wrestler.

Jasurbek Latipov (?) Uzbek - boxer.

Oybek Mamazulunov (?) Uzbek - boxer.

#uzbek fc #asian fc #poc fc #fc list #rph #task: 145 #task: uzbekistan

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juliaisabellphoto · 5 years

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June 8, 2019 - Rapa Nui, Day Two

We meant to wake up early on our first full day in Rapa Nui, but we didn’t quite manage that. It felt absolutely lovely to sleep in for the first time in a while. We made oatmeal with peanut butter and nutella for breakfast with chamomile tea and honey, and we ate on the terrace while watching the ocean. The morning could not have been more perfect.

We then set off for our hike to the crater of the Rano Kau Volcano, the tallest volcano on the island. The hike was absolutely stunning, and we couldn’t stop turning around to look at the panoramic views of the town and coast that we climbed away from. Along the way, we befriended a man from Mexico who was also exploring the island and a stray dog who had adopted him on the hike up.

When we reached the top of the trail, dripping in sweat, we found that the hike was 100% worth it. We looked down over a huge volcanic crater filled with water and plant life, and there was a sign that told us this spot was a microclimate of all of Rapa Nui’s biodiversity. We sat and ate granola bars on the edge of the volcano, appreciating the crazy beauty that we had at our feet. You could see the whole island from where we were – every single coast.

We then walked around the crater to a place called Orongo, the ruins of a Rapa Nui ceremonial village. This village was quite literally sitting on the edge of the crater, wedged between its cliffs and the cliffs that fell into the ocean. We spent a lot of time here, reading about the people who lived here, why they did so, and what their ceremonial practices were. My most important takeaway from this was the emphasis the Rapa Nui people put on the movement of birds, and that the birds’ migratory movements determined the spiritual power of this place. We also learned about the different eras of Rapa Nui culture, and got to see some very cool petroglyphs. It felt so cool to be in a place and learn about it as we were there: we made jokes about how our study abroad program always calls us “active learners,” but that is truly what all of our adventures have been. Lisi is turning me into an anthropology buff the more time we spend together, I swear.

We then decided we did not want to hike all the way back down the volcano, so we asked a woman exploring Orongo with us if she had space in her car for us to hitch a ride back to Hanga Roa, the city center of Rapa Nui. They very sweetly said yes, and we piled into the back of their rental car. This group of women, young and old, were Chileans in the middle of a girls’ trip to Rapa Nui. They were absolutely hysterical, commenting on how attractive the park rangers were (which they were) and yelling out to young men they drove by. They asked us about where we were from, and when we said we were doing an exchange in Chile they instantly asked us if we had a Chilean “pololo” (boyfriend.) Neither Lisi nor I do, and when we said so they all erupted into exclamations of “Necesitas probar un chileno!!” (You need to try a Chilean!!) and “Que ocurre en Chile queda en Chile!” (what happens in Chile stays in Chile.) Lisi and I were dying laughing, and we were all having a wonderful time as they dropped us off at our destination, Tahai. They said goodbye with kisses and hugs, making us promise them that we would kiss a few Chileans before we flew back to the US. This made my heart so full.

After parting with the Chilean ladies, we explored Tahai, a stunning “ahu,” or ceremonial alter, with Moai overlooking the coast. Light was starting to fade as we approached golden hour and sunset, so we snapped a few pictures and then looked for a place to snack before we camped out for the sky’s show. We looked just behind Tahai closer to the city, and there was a sign next to a lawn that said “soda y empanadas de atún.” We walked up, and the area looked somewhat empty, but there was a lovely swing so we sat down and looked out at the sea. After only a minute or two, a woman came up to us and asked us if she could get us anything! We didn’t realize it, but the “restaurant” we had walked into was hers, and we sat on the lawn drinking Diet Coke as we waited for the tuna empanadas we ordered. The location couldn’t have been more perfect – sitting on a lawn looking over Tahai, with chickens flocking around us and horses tethered behind us. Not only was the atmosphere better than the fancy tourist trap next door, but the empanadas were incredible. The grilled ahi tuna inside was delicious, surrounded by cheese and the flaky empanada dough. The perfect snack for watching the beginning of the sunset! We also later realized that this was a restaurant Kapua had recommended to us but we just accidentally stumbled upon.

Once golden hour started to turn into sunset, we made our way down to the open grass area to join a number of other people watching the sun set behind the moai of Tahai. I set up my phone for a time lapse and then sat back with my camera to get some shots of the pinks and purples that we knew would come. I could not believe the sunset that came: everything was tinted pink and it felt as though the sky was dancing. I fell in love with the silhouettes of the moai, and There could not have been anything sweeter to watch. However, it got even sweeter. All of a sudden, a large pack of stray dogs descended upon the crowd and just came to cuddle. They played in front of the moai (almost knocking over my time lapse, but just barely missing it) and one in particular decided to be friends with Lisi and I. He flopped onto its back in front of us and required that we scratch his belly. Whenever we paused, he would flip and flop around until we stopped again. A very spoiled stray dog. We sat with him until the sun went down, and then we headed back to Zalo’s house to sleep.

When we arrived home, we were greeted on the front porch by Zalo, Priscilla, Kapua, Zalo’s brother, and Zalo’s mother. They instantly asked us to sit and “compartir” (share) with them, so we sat down. We were welcomed so warmly by everyone in that family. Zalo’s mother, who was clearly meant to be a teacher, instantly turned to Lisi and I and began telling her story of Rapa Nui and the way that their culture has developed. We learned so much from her in a very short conversation about the loss of Rapa Nui traditional writings and the way that the whole island has become mestizo rather than pure native. Without even asking, Priscilla handed us fajitas that she had made (delicious ones.) They invited us to the local “curanto,” (a community picnic with free food and celebration) that was being held the next day, and we rearranged our plans to attend. We all sat and talked for a few hours, and I felt so deeply complete. They not only welcomed us into their home, but into their family and their culture, and it felt as though we had people to come home to each night. We gave goodnight kisses and went up to bed to rest early before the next day of adventures.

#rapanui #tahai #easterisland #isladepascua #chile

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rainofaugustsith · 6 years

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Viri had 38 companions. She killed/exiled four five people (Senya, Arcann, Quinn, SCORPIO, Skadge) but she did all the Alliance Alerts and Star Fortresses, got the droid companion from the Nathema flashpoint, got Treek, got two creatures from random packs, and also picked up some various subscriber companions, like Darth Hexid and Paxton Rall (I think she has all of those except for Master Ranos, Zoom and the HK droids). She runs around with Lana or Vette most of the time so I don’t even know why I wanted all these companions, but she has them. She also has a Nexu mount and several baby nexu pets. But she wanted a kitty that would run around with her and help in battles, and someone had the Nexu Handler’s License for a reasonable price. So here’s Bert the Nexu, companion #39. He’s such a cat. He literally turns his back to you if you try to get him to do pet tricks and if you try to dance with him, he sits down and yawns.

#swtor #viridana dragoi

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asksabhaniblog · 7 years

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Geeta Bali lived a short life of stardom. But whatever she achieved still remains a dream for many in the Indian film industry. The actress who belonged to the golden era of Bollywood - the 1950s and 1960s, died of smallpox at a young age of 34, leaving behind an incomplete Punjabi film and an elite body of work comprising of around 70 films. Her silver screen career stretched for only 14 years, but she accomplished enough, both professionally and personally, becoming a reference point for the futuregenerations of actors and filmmakers.

Actress Vidya Balan is set to play her part in her Marathi debut Ekk Albela. It is a biopic on legendary actor Bhagwan Dada with whom Geeta Bali made a hit onscreen pairing delivering several memorable films together. The film's first song which released recently has Vidya recreating Geeta's magic in the iconic song Shola Jo Bhadke.We go down the memory lane and give you some lesser known facts about Geeta Bali, a name that only remains alive in our minds, and the filmographies of classic Bollywood films.

1. Geeta Bali contributed a lot in making her husband Shammi Kapoor, a superstar"If you see the way Shammi Kapoor danced, that was Geeta Bali's personality. My mother was a bigger and more successful star than my father when they got married" says their son Aditya Raj Kapoor who is writing a biography on his mother.Geeta gave Shammi his confidence and personality. Whatever he did onscreen was a reflection of Geeta. She was a bigger and more successful star than Shammi.

2. During their wedding, unlike the stereotypical practice of putting sindoor, Shammi put red lipstick in Geeta's maanYes, she was such a lady who didn't think twice before breaking rules. Shammi (23) and Geeta (24) fell in love during the shooting of their film Rangeen Ratein in Ranikhet. Though Shammi proposed to her, Geeta took her time to say yes. They had planned a simple temple wedding, but the temple was closed. They went again next morning at 4 AM and finally got hitched. Their wedding was as dramatic as their films. Instead of sindoor, red lipstick was used to do the needful.Shammi, in an interview, had said that after they returned to Mumbai from the shooting of Rangeen Ratein, they realised they couldn't live without each other! Since she had worked with other men of the Kapoor family too, she was hesitant. But Shammi was adamant."We went to a temple where the priest informed us that the Gods have now retired for the night and if we wished to get married we should come back early morning at 4 o'clock. So we went back to my parents' house and then waited. It was raining heavily as we arrived at the temple at 4.30 in the morning. The priest performed the ceremony and we were declared husband and wife. Geeta took out a tube of lipstick from her purse and asked me to apply it on her maang. We went home to my place and rang up my parents and informed them that I was a married man now!" - Shammi Kapoor.

3. She was the only woman to continue working in films even after becoming a Kapoor bahu, in that era.

Geeta was a career girl from a young age. After working in several Punjabi films as a child artist, she did the film The Cobbler at the age of 12. Geeta refused to become a sit-at-home mother. Her family remembers her as loving and full of life. She was adventurous too and went on long drives with her children. She was also a disciplinarian and a promoter of fine arts

.4. Geeta was a Sardar and knew martial arts too.She was born in Amritsar in 1930. Her real name was Harkirtan Kaur. She did regular shows as a classical dancer. She even did stage plays and sang for All India Radio. That's not all! She knew horse riding and had learnt the martial art form Gatka. Quite a lot for a woman in those times.

5. She changed her name when she began acting in Bollywood.She was just 16 when she came to Mumbai. That's when she also changed her name to Geeta, which was the name of one of the characters she played. She used "Bali" which was her maiden surname.

6. Geeta refused to play the typical crying heroine. Her pairing with Dev Anand is still remembered.She did several hit films with Dev Anand, like Baazi, Jaal, Ferry, Milap, Faraar and Pocket Maar. Geeta's charm lay in her naughtiness and grace. Her vivacious character in Albelais one of the most memorable ones. Heard of the songs "Bholi Soorat Dil Ke Khote", "Balma Bada Nadan Hai" and "Shola Jo Bhadke"? All of these are from Albela.

7. She had also romanced her in-laws in films!Geeta was paired opposite her future brother-in-law Raj Kapoor in Bawre Nain. She also shared screen-space with her father-in-law Prithviraj Kapoor in Anand Math.

8. Geeta's secretary was Surinder Kapoor.And Surinder Kapoor is the father of producer Boney Kapoor, actor Anil Kapoor and Sanjay Kapoor. He then went on to set up his own production house.9. She is also the aunt of Yogeeta Bali.And actress Yogeeta Bali is married to Mithun Chakraborty. Quite a family tree, isn't it?!10. Geeta's sudden demise left Shammi heartbroken for many years.The legendary actress got smallpox during the shooting of a Punjabi film, Rano, based on a novel "Eik Chadar Maili Si" by Rajinder Singh Bedi. She returned to Mumbai with high fever and passed away in just 15 days. Shammi couldn't come to terms with her death for a long time. Though he married Neela Devi, but he always maintained that no one could fill Geeta's void. It is said that filmmaker Bedi was so devastated by Geeta's untimely death that he abandoned the project. He even put the novel on her burning funeral pyre marking the death of the film as well!Family and friends remember Geeta as a woman with a big heart. She agreed to do Albela starring then character artist Bhagwan Dada. She said '"This is a lovely script and you deserve success." We look forward to the way Vidya Balan will recreate her magic onscreen.'I fell in love with Geeta Bali'

Bollywood actor Shammi Kapoor got to know actress Geeta Bali during the shooting of a film at Ranikhet. He proposed marriage to her several times, till she finally relented. An extract from a new book by Rauf Ahmed

Shammi Kapoor working on his steps on the sets of Janwar

Shammi Kapoor had first met actress Geeta Bali during the making of Miss Coca Cola (1955), produced and directed by one of his closest buddies, Hari Valia (originally Hari Ahluvalia). It was a routine hero-meets-heroine encounter as everyone thought. "Pleasant and warm," as Shammi later described it, but more "professional" than any he'd had with an attractive young actress/woman. For a change, Shammi had refrained from trying out any of his stock-in-trade one-liners on the cool-looking sardarni.

"I got to know the essential Geeta during the outdoor shooting of Kidar Sharma's Rangeen Raaten in Ranikhet," Shammi had recalled. "Curiously, Geeta was not the heroine of the film. Another protégé of Kidar Sharma's, Mala Sinha, was... Geeta was not in the original cast of Rangeen Raaten. She had literally gatecrashed into it to do a cameo of a man."

Ranikhet, which means Queen's Meadow, is a quaint little hill station tucked away in the salubrious, breathtakingly beautiful environs of Kumaon in the Great Himalayan Range.

"There couldn't have been a more potent place to make sparks fly between two vulnerable hearts seeking each other," Shammi had reminisced... "After pack-up, there used to be ample time for two crazy people, who had been inevitably thrown together, to freak out amidst the majesty of the hills. Geeta had the restlessness of a mountain spring and outrageousness amazing for a star. Nevertheless, she was mature beyond her years. She was only 24 then, a year older to me. But, as she told me, she'd lived a very hard life. Her father, a low-paid school teacher, had lost his eyesight. Her brother, sister and mother were partially deaf. It was a situation that could have unnerved anyone, but not her...

"I can't point to the exact moment when I fell in love with Geeta. I guess it was a small incident involving a tiger that did it. I had been pining away for a tiger that had given me the slip. Geeta kept patting my knee and saying, 'Don't worry Shammi, you'll find him.' One night, we were returning to our hotel after dinner. Geeta was in a jeep ahead. As I turned the corner, I saw her jeep parked midway on a bridge and she was on the bonnet doing a strange sort of jig. I ran to her in panic. 'It's that tiger, Shammi, your tiger. It just went this way. Get your gun,' she was yelling out. I was speechless. There was a wild tiger on the prowl in the vicinity and this woman was doing a jig on the bonnet of her jeep in celebration. She just wasn't scared. So how could I help it? I fell in love with her. Madly. I still remember the day. It was April 2, 1955.

Geeta Bali, with whom life had acquired a new meaning and purpose for Kapoor.Pictures from the book

"It was destined," Shammi had reflected. "Or else, why did Geeta force herself into Rangeen Raaten when there was no suitable role for her in the original script of the film?"...

Shammi and Geeta had fallen madly in love with each other... "There were a few question marks, though," Shammi had reflected. "Geeta was a year older to me. She had co-starred with my father Prithviraj Kapoor in a film called Anand Math (1952). She had also worked opposite my brother Raj Kapoor in Kidar Sharma's film Bawre Nain (1950). I was not sure how my family would react to it. But the apprehensions were momentary. I was adamant within myself that it had to be Geeta. She was the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with. But, ironically, the hurdle was Geeta herself. A pragmatic, down-to-earth woman, she kept cautioning me, 'Shammi, I love you. I can't think of living without you, but I just can't marry you. I can't let my family down. They depend on me. They have nowhere else to go to.'

"...Thankfully, that didn't separate us... My passion had grown to a point of insanity. In spite of her resistance, I kept proposing to her once every few hours like a smitten teenager. And she kept turning me down with her lovely smile.

"Four months of agony, tears, cajoling, pleading, separation and desperation followed. Then one day, the inevitable happened, just out of the blue. On August 23, 1955, we were at Juhu Hotel, Bombay... I had been staying there as there was no one at home. My parents were out in Bhopal with the Prithvi Theatres troupe. I proposed to Geeta again, knowing she'd shake her head once more and smile. But she didn't. Instead, she knocked me out of my wits. She said, "OK Shammi, let's get married. But it's got to be now..."

"You mean right now? This moment?" I asked her in disbelief.

"Yes, just now... or it may never happen." she said in a no-nonsense tone.

"I jumped up and said, 'OK, just now... done.'"

"We drove straight to our common friend, Johnny Walker (the late comedian) for guidance. He had eloped with his girlfriend (actress Noor) and got married barely a week earlier... 'We are Muslims,' he said. 'We just had to find a Kazi. You are Hindus, you may have to go to a temple and get married.' That made sense. We drove to Bandra to my friend, Hari Valia, producer of Coffee House in which Geeta and I were working at that point.

"Hari had had a similar experience. He took us to the famous Banganga Temples off Napean Sea Road, in South Bombay... When we reached the temple at the crack of dawn, Geeta in her by-now crumpled salwar-kameez and I in my kurta-pajama, it was pouring cats and dogs. With Hari Valia as the sole witness, the pujari (priest) performed the ceremonial rites and we took seven pheras (rounds) of the holy fire and were declared husband and wife. Geeta took out a lipstick from her purse and asked me to apply it on her maang (parting of the hair) like sindoor (vermilion) to proclaim our marital status.

"Geeta and I were married at last.

"We drove back to Matunga to my grandfather's to seek his blessings. He welcomed us with open arms and blessed us. I then called my parents, who were in Bhopal, to tell them that I was a married man now. They were surprised but happy. We then went to Geeta's parents to inform them of the best thing that had ever happened in the lives of two people in love. They were in for a shock. Geeta hadn't told them anything. She hadn't connected with them since leaving home for work the previous morning. There had been panic in the house as she hadn't returned home at night. They let out a huge sigh of relief when they saw us."...

Months later, Geeta's sister Hardarshan Kaur had narrated what had happened on the morning of August 24, 1955: "When the doorbell buzzed non-stop early in the morning, I had woken up with a start and run to the door, literally trembling. Geeta had not come home at night, so I was very scared. When I opened the door, I saw my sister standing with Shammi, grinning. Seeing my stunned look, they quickly bent down and touched my feet and announced that they had gotten married. I was speechless. As there were no sweets in the house, I ran into the kitchen to get some sugar. When the couple turned, they saw a sweeper standing close by. They bent down and touched her feet as well. We Sikhs believe that if you run into a sweeper while embarking on an important mission, it's a good omen."

(A few years later, recalling the episode, Hardarshan had said, "Marriage to my sister did prove very lucky for Shammi, didn't it? Look how his career took off overnight from nowhere.")

Extracted from Shammi Kapoor: The Game Changer by Rauf Ahmed; Published by Om Books International; Price: Rs 595; Extracted with permission from Om Books International

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bbuchuu · 4 years

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jen-kellen · 7 years

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Oh How Badly Things Have Turned Out For Us

The story of Tatiana, Amelia, and their doomed relationship.

I simply want to be dead. Weeping she left me

With many tears and said this: Oh how badly things have turned out for us. Sappho, I swear, against my will I leave you.

And I answered her: Rejoice, go and Remember me. For you know how we cherished you.

She tries not to be jealous as she steps off the jetbridge, but it’s hard. All of her mates had their loved ones there to greet them as they returned, overjoyed to see them safe and sound. Her parents and her brother couldn’t get the time off to come out to see her and her sister was off traveling to Prague once again. There was no one available to welcome her back to the states.

Nevertheless, Tatiana puts on a smile as some of the ones she could call friends pull her away to introduce her to their friends and families. They all shower her with the same sort of admiration they would any other veteran, but it doesn’t fill the hollow in her chest.

When she is finally freed, she just catches a taxi out of the airport. She deflects the driver’s small talk as much as she can and reluctantly accepts the praise for her service in silence. She is relieved when she can finally pay the driver and escape.

The apartment is small and nondescript, but the flowery welcome mat tells Tatiana that she is at the right place. She knocks and nervously adjusts her grip on her bag while she waits.

The door opens a crack to reveal a single eye, then is thrown open to reveal a grinning woman to welcome her in. Tatiana steps inside without hesitation and sets her bag down.

The woman closes and locks the door behind them and then all but throws herself onto Tatiana. “You’re back, and you’re alright,” she says, tears already evident in her voice.

“I promised you I’d come back, Amelia,” Tatiana laughs. She wraps her arms around Amelia’s waist and easily lifts her up to press her nose into her hair. “It’s going to take more than whatever the army throws at me to take me from you.”

Amelia laughs and turns her head enough to be able to kiss her, trying to get across so many months of separation and longing in a single touch.

Tatiana sets her down gently so she can cup her face and extend the kiss for as long as they can. When they part there is still too much tension, too much longing in the spaces between their pants for air. She leans in again as soon as she’s able and kisses Amelia again.

Amelia, in turn, starts tugging her back into the bedroom.

Tatiana curls into Amelia, pressing her face into the smaller woman’s shoulder. Like this, in the soft morning light, surrounded by soft sheets and the flowery scent of Amelia, she could think she’d died and gone to heaven.

Amelia finally wakes and cuddles into her chest. “Dobre rano,” she mumbles.

“Good morning.” Tatiana presses a kiss to the top of her head. “I haven’t slept that well in months.”

Amelia shifts enough to be able to look at her. She is smiling, but there’s a hint of sadness to it. “You could sleep like that every night. Have you given any thought to San Francisco?” she asks.

She sighs and squeezes Amelia a bit tighter. “No,” she admits honestly. “I’ve sort of had other things on my mind since that letter.”

“That’s fair, I suppose.” Amelia does a poor job at keeping the disappointment out of her voice. “Just- think about it now? For me?”

“I don’t think now’s the time. I’ve still got plenty of time left on my current contract, I’m going to go on another tour.”

“When is the time, then? We’re going to need to find an apartment, pack everything, move, you’ll need to merge back into civilian life. That’s a lot to do when you come back next.”

Tatiana pauses and buries her face into Amelia’s hair. “I don’t know if I should leave the army,” she finally says. She feels Amelia tense, and her heart breaks.

“You said last time that this would be it. That we wouldn’t have to hide anymore,” she says. She wriggles out of her grip so she can stare at her, all anger and betray and hurt.

“I know, I know,” she sighs. Tatiana tentatively reaches out to take one of Amelia’s hands in her own. “I just- I know what I was like before the army, I don’t want to be like that again. I don’t want to inadvertently hurt you.”

“And what about what the army does to you?” She reaches out and brushes her fingers over the knot of scar tissue under her ribs. “Seeing you flinch because a neighbor slammed their door hurts me. The thought of you not coming back hurts me. You’re already hurting me by staying in the army. One of those idiots is going to get you injured out there, or worse.”

Tatiana pulls her hand away from her scar and brings it up instead to press a kiss to her palm. “Can we talk about this another time?”

“I just want you to think about more than just yourself this time.”

“I will. I promise you, I will.”

Amelia shows up to their lunch date with a handful of anemone flowers in hand. She offers them to Tatiana with a faint smile.

“I’m sorry about some of the things I said,” she says quietly. “Your squadmates aren’t idiots. Not always, at least. I know they’re looking out for you.”

“You don’t need to apologize,” she replies, taking the flowers. She pauses a moment to simply admire them. “You were angry, rightfully so. We all say things we don’t mean when we’re angry.”

“I shouldn’t be taking my anger out on them, though. I’m angry at you. I just wish you’d commit to me as much as you have the army.”

Tatiana frowns into the flowers. “I’m trying.”

Amelia frowns at her and gently nudges their feet together under the table. “Sometimes it doesn’t feel like it.”

Tatiana looks up the moment the door opens and smiles at Amelia to greet her. She quickly turns back to the phone to finish her call, which still takes a few minutes.

Amelia wraps her arms around her shoulders and leans into her, taking advantage of Tatiana sitting so she could be taller for once. “I thought I heard something about Eugene in that? He’s not causing trouble, is he?” she asks, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“No, the opposite, in fact. It looks like he’s going to make the honor roll this quarter,” she explains, leaning back into Amelia.

“Good to see he isn’t following your example too much,” she teases. Amelia hesitates for a moment, then squeezes her shoulders. “I know you said you wanted to tell your family in person, but…”

“I’m still going to tell them in person,” Tatiana says quickly. “They deserve that much.”

“If you’re afraid your parents are going to be like mine, you don’t have to.”

Tatiana spins around in her seat and drags Amelia into her lap. She cups her face gently in her hands and presses a kiss to her lips. “My parents aren’t anything like yours. They’ll accept you, accept us. It’s just hard finding the right time,” she assures softly. She hopes it sounds convincing enough.

Amelia seems to relax at her words, practically melting into her touch. “When are you going to see them next?” she asks.

Tatiana tenses and presses another kiss to her lips. “After my next tour.”

Amelia knocks her hands from her face so she can hug her tight.

Her gut twists upon seeing Amelia waiting for her at the airport. She should be happy, overjoyed, but any smile she forces on her face seem fake. Tatiana extracts herself from her friends and goes over to hug Amelia.

“Glad you could make it this time,” she murmurs into her ear.

“I missed you too much.”

They separate just in time for another soldier who looked to be barely in his twenties to bound up to her. “Hey, I’m not interrupting something am I?” he asks tentatively.

“No, no, what do you need, Betsy?” she asks, turning towards him.

“I just wanted to thank you again, just in case. My mom cried enough when I left, she’d probably erect a statue in your honor if she knew what you did for me,” he says.

Tatiana steps in and wraps an arm around him for a hug. “It’s just part of my job. I’m glad that you’ve made it back safely, too,” she says. She pats his back, then releases him.

He turns to head back into the crowd.

“Hey, Betsy!” she calls after him, making him pause and turn around again. “Work on your aim for next time!”

He laughs and waves before disappearing.

Tatiana turns back to Amelia, grinning. “Sorry about that,” she says sheepishly.

“It’s fine. It’s kind of cute, seeing you all interact together,” Amelia says. Her hand twitches towards Tatiana’s, but she manages to quell it. Instead she turns and begins to lead them to her car. “I take it you saved his life, somehow?”

“Yeah. I kept a lot of ours from getting hurt this time around.” She shifts nervously on her feet, but fortunately Amelia doesn’t notice, or at least doesn’t comment.

They chat about minor things for the duration of the trip home, but Tatiana cannot ignore the weight of the knot in her gut for long. The moment the door to Amelia’s apartment swings shut, she drops her bag and braces herself.

“Lia, miláčku, there’s something I need to tell you,” Tatiana says at last.

Amelia glances at her from the corner of her eye. “What is it?”

She hesitates, taking a few measured breaths to help keep her voice from betraying her. “I have an interview, next week, for a promotion.”

“A promotion within the army,” Amelia says. She turns to face her fully, her entire body slumping. “In your letter you said you wanted to go to San Francisco.”

“I know, but this is big, if the rumors are true. Whatever I’m being interviewed for, it’s top secret, and they want me, specifically.”

Amelia turns away, already wiping tears from her eyes. “Can we not talk about this now? I just want to enjoy you being back, for as long as that lasts.”

Tatiana steps forward and holds Amelia close.

The door swings shut with an almost anticlimactic thump, much to Tatiana’s disappointment. She tosses her purse on the kitchen counter, but instead of collapsing onto the sofa, she begins to pace the length of the apartment.

Amelia tentatively peeks out from the bedroom doorway. “Are you alright? You have your.... thing tomorrow, don’t you?”

She stops and looks longingly at Amelia. “Yes. Help me get to sleep?”

Tatiana returns to pacing in the morning.

“Tati, please, you’re making me anxious just looking at you,” Amelia says from the kitchen. She sets two plates down on the table for breakfast.

She reluctantly stops her pacing and takes a seat, but she doesn’t eat.

“Tati.”

“Someone knows,” she explains quietly after too long a silence.

Amelia just stares back at her, horror slowly dawning on her expression.

“Someone knows about us, and they have pictures, and they’re going to get me discharged if I don’t give my promotion up to them,” Tatiana says, just barely managing to keep from sobbing.

Amelia reaches across the table to grab her hands, squeezing them tightly to assure her. “What are you going to do?”

“I don’t know. They came to me, specifically, because of the praise from my superiors, because of reports of my successes on the field, not him, not anyone else. This promotion could get me somewhere safer.” She pauses to look directly into Amelia’s eyes. “But then there’s you. You, and San Francisco, and happiness, and I-”

She cuts herself off to muffle a sob.

“I know what I would pick, if I were you,” Amelia says softly. “You should follow your heart.”

Tatiana nods and takes a moment to recenter herself. “I know what you would do, and that makes me feel worse.”

Amelia’s expression drops. “You aren’t - You’d just throw away three years?”

“I’ve been with the army longer.”

“I’ve never tried to get you killed!”

“If I die saving lives, then I know I’ll have done something good.”

“You have other options for doing good in life than being part of the army,” Amelia says incredulously. She drops Tatiana’s hands and stands up to pace herself.

“What could I do? Who’d want to hire a veteran with no other good experience, no education, no other skills than what you’d need on a battlefield? The army is where I should be,” Tatiana retorts, standing up.

She turns and faces Tatiana, tears welling in her eyes. “You have other skills, people will hire you, or you can start something of your own. You only think that because that’s what the army made you into!”

“I don’t want to leave behind what I’m meant to be doing.”

“What about who you’re meant to be with?”

Silence falls between them as Tatiana fails to answer the question. After a few arduous minutes, Amelia turns and grabs her keys from the counter.

“I’ll be gone until your interview starts. Leave your key under the mat, please,” she whispers. She casts one last longing look at Tatiana, then shuts the door behind her.

Tatiana paces in the hallway, utterly terrified. The appearance of one of her direct superiors would calm her, were it not for the grim look on his face. Nevertheless, he draws her into the meeting room.

There is no one else in the room when they enter, not physically, at least. On a large monitor on one wall is the image of a man, his face shrouded in shadows.

“Sergeant Mercier,” the man says.

“Sir.”

“You come highly spoken of regarding your strategic abilities from your peers and your superiors,” the man continues.

Her shoulders relax and she allows herself to ease into the interview. Tactics, she can talk about easily. The man on the monitor makes no mention of any issues regarding her, personally. For a few brief moments, she thinks she’s in the clear.

“There is one matter of concern,” her superior says in a lull towards what must be the end of the interview. He pulls a manila envelope out and places it on the table. “I was handed this earlier.”

Tatiana freezes and hopes the horror on her face doesn’t show as he opens the envelope and removes a handful of pictures from it. Her heart twists at the sight of them, of her and Amelia on a lunch date, a handful of peonies in her hands. The wounds were too raw that it was hard to think.

“Are you a homosexual, Mercier?” her superior asks, looking up at her from the pictures.

“No,” she states firmly. “That is Amelia, a friend.”

“And she is giving you flowers because…?”

She swallows. “My maternal grandfather had passed earlier in the week that this was taken. Amelia knows I like anemones and, if you notice, there are an even amount. It’s typical to give an even number of flowers for funerals in Czech culture.” It’s not a lie, technically.

The two men are silent for a moment, and finally the one on the screen nods.

Tatiana tries not to let her relief show too much.

“We will be in touch, Sergeant Mercier,” the man on the screen says. Without warning, the screen goes dark.

“You’re dismissed,” her superior adds, barely offering her more than a glance.

She nods and stands, and fortunately as she leaves she sees him dump the pictures into a trashcan.

She does not let the tension fall from her shoulders until her taxi has taken her at least five blocks away. Somehow, she has come away still breathing.

The moment she is back at her hotel room Tatiana throws herself onto the bed, clutching a pillow to her chest. She tries to breathe deeply and hold back for a few minutes, but no matter what she does she can feel the prickle of tears behind her eyes.

She glances at the clock, then grabs the phone.

“Maminka?” Tatiana says once the other end picks up. She starts sobbing before she can even get any words out. “I just broke up with my girlfriend to stay in the army. How did you know you were making the right decisions, like when we moved?”

Her mother stays on the phone with her through the night.

#my writing #god this is probably a fucking mess why do i insist on writing only in the dead of night

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