Using the word ‘abortion’ has always been considered an indecorous turn of the tongue in this culture: good moms and dads would feel uncomfortable, for instance, if their well-bread kids used this ‘impolite’ word publicly; a prim and prudish teacher would tell off a certain loutish student provided the word was used freely when at school; a lady of self-respect would goggle her eyes in indignation at an uncouth admirer if the unfortunate guy blurted out that ‘swearword’ incidentally. Why? Was there something so terribly unpleasant about the word? Could be, but no longer is this the case in Georgia! This recent Easter, Georgia started not only using the word publicly and unreservedly, but has embarked on discussing the abortion extensively.

Lado Gudiashvili is the 20th century eminent Georgian painter. He is this Nation’s pride and wealth, whose outstanding legacy is lovingly praised by the entire contemporary Georgia and treasured in our hearts and minds forever.

All my friends and relatives know that McDonald’s is not my favorite place to have my appetite quenched at because fast food in general is not what I would die for.

Level of education as such, including its content and quality, always leaves a lot to desire whenever and wherever in the world this education is taking place. Education is never enough and it is never satisfactory, never completely up to the point and never fully compatible with the requirements of time.

Most of the tools for making money have already been invented by man. Probably! Well, some of these tools come and go, but some are so strong and proven that they persistently stay in place almost for good. Cooperatives make exactly this kind of an instrument for generating income. Using the now obsolescent Soviet type of vocabulary, it was called CEKAVSHIRI in the Georgian language, meaning Central Union of Consumer Cooperatives.

The Magna Carta of England of 1215 proclaimed certain liberties, and emphasized that the king could no longer rule arbitrarily.

The building looks gorgeous both inside and out, and impresses beyond any doubt. On the television at least! The transparent greenish glass coating outside and the snow-white parliamentary scenery inside makes this ultra-modern architectural complex a real eye-catcher.

I remember like yesterday my 1990 stint in Hollywood, meant to create the so called ‘Nug-Story’ about the Hollywood Walk of Fame for WXIA TV-Atlanta, for which I had worked for several years as part of Georgia-to-Georgia journalistic exchange right at the start of that ill-famed Perestroika (reconstruction) in the Soviet Union.

Questions, questions, questions! Hundreds of questions! Unanswered, incorrectly posed, not-yet-asked ones! Smart, up-to-the-point, reasonable ones! Thick, irrational, ludicrous ones! Questions all the way! Questions all the time!

Nomenclature was a big word in the country of soviets. It sounded like God’s payroll, on which the names of only the strongest and the fittest of the soviet land were destined to figure. Once you got on it you would own some dream sinecure for the rest of your life unless you fell out of priceless favor of soviet powers that be.

I am not a feminist. I have never been one. Neither am I a macho-oriented dude. I have never wanted to be. I am a regular practitioner of reason and fairness. And this article would never have seen the light had I had a funny propensity to be any of those species.

The recent UN survey is confirming that there is a heartbreaking tendency of population shrinkage in Georgia, purportedly meaning that we might not be around physically in a couple of centuries, maybe even earlier. Using the most relevant sample of juxtaposition, the number of people living in the neighboring Azerbaijan and Armenia is happily and intensively growing.

I love American wrestling but most of it happens to be faked, although sometimes the impression is that those famous big men in America are fighting in earnest. The picture in our local political life is totally different.

We all know very well that starting something from scratch is a huge pain in the neck. This is equal to starting that something right from point zero. This practically means that there is nothing in your hands to start with, to rely on, to play with and to develop – just an empty place to build the cherished ‘something’ on.