Armenia in PR Wars

Filed under: Independent Armenia,Wars and Peaces — Tags: , , , , , , , — Hayk Ghazaryan @ 4:50 pm March 28, 2009

In recent years we all became witnesses of rising of new challenges for Armenia, which are PR and Information Wars. These are the next stages of our wars for Artsax and for Armenian Genocide Recognition, as well as marketing wars for tourism and IT markets’ shares.

It is not a secret that our competitors spend huge resources for this PR wars.
We identified these 4 separate areas where Armenia competes with other countries by PR:
1. PR for Armenian Genocide Recognition
2. PR for Nagorno-Karabakh War
3. PR for Tourism in Armenia
4. PR for Armenian IT Sector

These fields are very different but we think they have to be developed together to achieve a synergic (more…)

The Unusual Romantic

Filed under: Life probabilities — Tags: — Ely @ 12:14 am March 26, 2009

Usually the first associations of “romantic” are red roses, candlelight dinners and of course Paris.

For me it’s something different…  

It’s the atmosphere of air filled with the unspoken, unexpected, unplanned but at the same time extremely organized chaos of feelings. 
It’s something completely ordinary when you look from aside, but extremely romantic for the ones who know that they’re special to each other. It’s not easy to explain, but maybe I can give few examples of what’s VERY romantic to me…

Here we go…

Driving somewhere far away and watching the stars and the moon

Painting walls together

Eating half lying in the car with legs hanging out from the windows

Dancing on a coffee table

Driving on a highway at night, with smooth music playing

Writing sweet stuff with the lipstick on the mirror

Kissing under the rain

Holding hands… like it is “the beginning”

 Night phone call that lasts till dawn

Surprise trip to …anywhere

One bicycle and you two

Sitting or lying on a roof

Cooking together

No matter how dry, uninteresting and sad some days may be I’ll never give up fighting them back and holding romance’s hand escape somewhere far away in that sweet organized chaos!

Ֆոտո մրցույթ Ուրծաձորի “Արևորդի” Էկո-ակումբում

Filed under: Life — Sun Child @ 9:08 pm March 24, 2009

Ուրցաձորի ՙԱրևորդի՚ էկո-ակումբում տեղի ունեցավ առաջին ֆոտո մրցույթը, որին մասնակցում էին ակումբոի բոլոր սաներն իրենց լուսանկարներով: Այցելուները հարավորություն ունեին քվեարկու իրենց դուր եկաշ երեք լուսանկարների համար: Ցուցադրության հիմնական թեման էր  ՙՀայաստանի բնությունը գարնանը՚:

Մրցույթի գաղափարն ըստ կազմակերպիչնրեի շատ պարզ է, և միևնույ ժամանակ շատ արժեքավոր. երեխաները պետք է ավելի ու ավելի հետաքրքրված լինեն բնությոնը լուսանկարելով, որպեսզի ավելի մոտ լինեն նրան ու ավելի պատասխանատու լինեն բնության նկատմամբ:

ՙՄեր գյուղում երբեք նման բան չի կազմակերպվել: Երեխաները շատ ոգևորված են, ծնողներն էլ շատ երջանիկ (more…)

Internet Identity

Filed under: Life probabilities — Tags: — Ely @ 5:42 pm

Recently I have developed a new habit. Here it is!

Before (ok, sometimes after) the interview I use this nice and sweet thing called Internet and google the name of the person who’s going to interview me. As a result, sometimes I cancel the interview straight away. Sometimes I find mutual friends in person’s facebook profile or see funny pictures of the person, who seems totally different from the guy with smart suit asking smartass questions.  

Besides the funny part of it, I realized that with the time person develops his/her so-called virtual identity and image, which to some extend has an impact on your real personality. 

Looking deeper at things, one can see that the virtual identity one develops is either linked to his/her real self, or is the image of what they would like to be. The created image also shows the main purpose of their presence in social networks, through the content of posted photos, their status descriptions and groups they are members of.  

I was pleased to see that google-ing my name does not pop up anything embarrassing :)

Me and my younger self

Filed under: Life probabilities — Tags: — Ely @ 12:13 am March 15, 2009


I went back to my memories and the image of me about 10 years ago stood affront of me. 2o year old bold, teenage looking girl looked in my eyes and smiled. I was looking at her amazed and smiled back. I can’t believe this was really me and what is more scary, or should I say amazing, is the fact that maybe this girl is closer to my real self, than the much “milder” woman I have become now.

The girl is with bold short haircut with BLUE highlights. She wears trousers with different size pockets all over and a short blouse. Her navel is open and she has artificial (only others don’t know about it) tattoo next to it. As always she has this special earring, which leaves the impression that her ear has been pierced 8 times. Her look shows the state of complete self confidence, protest against the world, “I don’t care” attitude and freedom. You can sense the smell of freedom and freshness coming from her skin. 

She definitely does not look like someone who can cook or iron shirts. She doesn’t look like someone who would like to get married or will lose her mind completely for some guy. She knows what she wants from life, she’s certain things will turn EXACTLY the way she has planned and meanwhile, before her plans get realized she enjoys the flow.

Then she starts walking through those 10 years… slowly, year after year. Blue highlights turn to blond highlights, big boots with metal parts turn to high heel shoes. The rains cumulated through the first few years wash her tattoo away. She can’t even remember at which point her earring was lost.

Her plans change while she is in the flow of time. What she wants turns its shape far too fast in order to have visible picture. And once it becomes very clear and concrete… she falls in love.
And that’s the turning point for everything. The bold girl from the past changes her plans and everything turns up sight down. She takes the challenge and jumps into a new flow… very different, very strange and very unplanned flow. 

Now I look milder, I cook well and I’m married. 

Sometimes, when I look in the mirror the bold girl from the past looks back at me. No matter what those years, I and my life have done to her, she still re-appears sometimes and smiles at me. “To think only who you have become!”, she whispers and chuckles with misbelieve. 
She’s still here with me and I still have that protest and “I don’t care” attitude left inside. 
No matter how many years have passed and how many still will I will never give her up completely. In evenings like this, when I am alone in the dark and have the time and silence all to myself, we sit together, sip beer straight from the bottle and recall all those funny and not so funny things that happened to us.

Now I can say for sure that I know where I come from, who I’ve been and who I have become. And I’m certain that in 10 more years it will be three of us sipping beer together…the bold girl with blue highlights, the ‘milder” woman and …..? 

…անանիզմը վերջում… շնորհակալություն…

Filed under: Life — levart @ 5:41 pm March 2, 2009

Երբ առաջին քայլնես անում ինչ-որ բանի ճանապարհին էդ ճանապարհը դառնում ա անդունդ…անդունդի վրով ես քայլում, պլստալով, անդնդի եզրերից անգամ լեզվով կառչելով` մինչև բախտդ չի դառնում ու համոզվում ` արժանի ա…Այստեղ կարևոր ա ճիգը, անգամ վերջինը չէ, այլ (more…)

Love’s shapes and colors

Filed under: Life probabilities — Tags: — Ely @ 12:07 am March 1, 2009

With the time her knowledge of what love is changes. These days love gets more colors and shapes, it looks completely different and its value too has been changed. Signs and expressions of love have broadened and the typical teenage demonstrations don’t impress so much anymore. She’s mature now and men have to do much more to be able to sweep her out of her feet. Unfortunately her maturity made her stand firmer, be realistic and practical… therefore boring maybe…

Tonight she was looking back at her past and recalling different love-like periods and guys from those times. With this new broad image of love she thinks that maybe there is no such thing as REAL love and everyone she recalls has been loved by her. Maybe each one differently and without her realization at that time, but still loved. And when she re-thinks, maybe on contrary, some guys she thought she loved, were not really loved and the feeling was created in her image and she loved the image and the feeling itself, but not those guys.

When she leafs through not that many stories of her life, she is surprised by the fact that the very few, which were most impressive and which still have some trace in her soul are the stories where the standard, dry and uncreative phrases “I love you” and “I love you too” were never pronounced. After all words don’t matter that much…it’s what stands behind, under and within which matters. And when what’s behind, under and within is strong, obvious and deep, then there is no need for words and phrases pronounced by millions of true and untrue couples several times a day.

She opens yet another book to read. Reading has become an addiction these days. With her eyes running through lines, swallowing and feeling the words she tries to get yet other shapes of love, their expressions and values. 

She reads, thinks things over and gets back to her memories. After putting everything together in her mind, mixing things up, adding imaginative details and exaggerating what has happened with her in real life, she writes her own lines and creates her own book. It will be her modified life where she’ll escape. The story of love with all its shapes and colors, her life with true and fiction rolled in one, what she was, who she became and who she’d like to be…

Meanwhile she sips her cappuccino, recalls the short stories with unpronounced “I love you” and “I love you too” and smiles to herself. After all she’s a lucky woman with all she has and doesn’t have…

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