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I am the oldest daughter of a well know Bollywood actor who was able to cross over to bit parts on British and American Movies and TV. I am an Actress who would perfer to remain unknown on this site so people can feel they can post to me like anybody else. I have four daughters. Two are married. Two are still at home.I also take care of my nieces Caitlin, 10 and Padma, 5 and my great nephew Kabir, 3.Purple is my favourite colour, lavender my favourite shade. Green is my second favourite colour. Violets are my favourite flower. I also like Lavender, lilac, orchid and Jasmine. Cherries are my favourite fruit. I also like mangos, strawberries, raspberries and papayas.I was born in Bombay to an Indian father and an English mother. I grew up in Bombay (now Mumbai), London, Dublin, Edinburgh, and New York.Mother, I miss you. Had you not been taken from me so young. I miss your guidance. More than anything I miss your unconditional love. No matter what, you always loved me. I have tried to love my daughters, who I adopted after you died, as unconditionally as you loved me. I know daddy and the family love me unconditionally, but I still need you.I long for the nights when you read me bed time stories, held me and I could feel the beating of your heart. I long for the days of our special secrets. I wish I could go back to the days when your love engulfed me.If you were here, I know you'd say "The future is not here yet, the past is gone, the here and now is all." At my last moment on this earth I hope to see you again. Please let there be a mother and child reunion.Mother, oh mother I miss you. I hope I'm as much the mother you were.That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind. William WordsworthMy granddad's two favourite songs***********************************"The Leaving Of Liverpool "Farewell to you, my own true love, I am going far away. I am bound for Califor-ni-a And I know that I'll reeturn some day.So fare thee well, my own true love, And when I return united we will be. It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me, But my darling, when I think of thee.Oh the sun is on the harbour, love, And I wish I could remain. But I know it will be some long time Before I see you again.So fare thee well, my own true love, And when I return united we will be. It's not the leaving of Liverpool that grieves me, But my darling, when I think of thee.**************************************************Simpl e Gifts'Tis the gift to be simple, 'Tis the gift to be free, 'Tis the gift to come down where we ought to be, And when we find ourselves in the place just right, It will be in the valley of love and delight.When true simplicity is gained, to bow and to bend, we will not be ashamed To turn, turn, will be our delight, 'Til by turning, turning, we come round right.Lord Of The DanceI danced in the morning When the world was begun, And I danced in the moon And the stars and the sun, And I came down from heaven And I danced on the earth, At Bethlehem I had my birth.Dance, then, wherever you may be, I am the Lord of the Dance, said he, And I'll lead you all, wherever you may be, And I'll lead you all in the Dance, said heI danced for the scribe And the pharisee, But they would not dance And they wouldn't follow me. I danced for the fishermen, For James and John - They came with me And the dance went on.Chorus I danced on the Sabbath And I cured the lame; The holy people Said it was a shame. They whipped and they stripped And they hung me on high, And they left me there On a Cross to die.Chorus I danced on a Friday When the sky turned black - It's hard to dance With the devil on your back. They buried my body And they thought I'd gone, But I am the dance, And I still go on.Chorus They cut me down And I leapt up high; I am the life That'll never, never die; I'll live in you If you'll live in me - I am the Lord Of the Dance, said he.Chorus"Simple Gifts" written in 1848. A work sung by the United Society of Believers in Christ's Second Appearing (more commonly called the Shakers)Lord Of The Dance Composed in 1963 - Many people believe it's old because it's a hymn they sang at school. Others may associate it with Celtic Dancing recently made popular but without a doubt it is a rewrite of "Simple Gifts"The music was adapted by Aaron Copeland for the Agnes De Mille ballet "Appalachian Spring", and used by Edward R. Morrow for his award-winning documentary "Harvest of Shame."***************************************************** ******Raglan Road******************************************************** ***On Raglan Road on an Autumn Day, I saw him first and knew That his dark hair would weave a snare That I may one day rue. I saw the danger, yet I walked Along the enchanted way And I said let grief be a falling leaf At the dawning of the day.******************************************************** ***On Grafton Street in November, We tripped lightly along the ledge Of a deep ravine where can be seen The worst of passions pledged. The Queen of Hearts still baking tarts And I not making hay, Well I loved too much; by such and such Is happiness thrown away.******************************************************* *****I gave him the gifts of the mind. I gave him the secret sign That's known to all the artists who have Known true Gods of Sound and Time. With word and tint I did not stint. I gave him reams of poems to say With his own dark hair and his own name there Like the clouds over fields of May.******************************************************** ***On a quiet street where old ghosts meet, I see him walking now away from me, So hurriedly. My reason must allow, For I have wooed, not as I should A creature made of clay. When the angel woos the clay, he'll lose His wings at the dawn of the day.******************************************************** ***This song appears in the following album:Irish Heartbeat (With The Chieftains)Van Morrison - Raglan Road(Traditional, words by Patrick Kavanagh, arranged by Van Morrison/Paddy Moloney)**************************************************** ****Thanks Paul!..
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