Friday, March 31, 2006

a time for reflection


Lent: What is it? Why is it?
The highlight of the year for Christians is Easter, the day when our Lord rose from the dead. Lent is a forty-day season of preparation for Easter. Lent always begins on a Wednesday, called Ash Wednesday.


Why 40 days?
Because, Jesus fasted and was tempted in the wilderness for 40 days. Lent, then, is our time of fasting, prayer, temptation and repentance. Lent is not required anywhere in scriptures, but it has been a custom, which Christians have practiced for most of the last two thousand years.

In many languages, the word "Lent" actually means "fast." This is where the custom of giving up something for Lent originated.
However, just to confuse things, Lent is actually 46 days rather than 40 days. Why? Because the 40 days of Lent are supposed to be days of fasting, which means days of discipline and self-restraint.


But Sunday, the Lord's Day, should never be a day of fasting, but a day of celebration! So each Sunday we suspend our Lenten disciplines and celebrate.

Lent is 40 "fasting" days spread out over a total of 46 days beginning on Ash Wednesday.

The focus of Lent :
It was a time for long-standing Christians to review their lives and renew their commitment to Jesus Christ.
It was a time for backsliders to be restored to the faith.
In every case, it is a time for serious, disciplined self-examination, a time spent in intensive prayer and repentance before the cross of Calvary.


To represent the dark and serious business of Lent, one custom has been to strip the sanctuary of all flowers, candles, and colors during Lent. This custom helps us to turn inward and examine ourselves, even as it reminds us of the dark and colorless Sabbath day when Jesus lay dead in the tomb.

Put simply, Lent is a time to examine ourselves carefully. Here are some questions upon which you might pray and meditate during Lent:

Am I sharing gladly what I have with others, especially the stranger and the poor?
Do I have a gracious and patient attitude with others, especially those who irritate me?
Do I feel the power of connection to God and the church in corporate worship?


How is my devotional and prayer life progressing? Am I listening to God more and complaining less? Is it time for a change or a growth in my Bible study and prayer life?

What are the lurking sin problems, which still plague me?
Am I as thoughtful and forgiving of family as others, or do I take my frustrations out on them?
Do I speak up for the maligned and oppressed, or do I remain silent in order to remain popular?


http://wilstar.com/holidays/lent.htm

Wednesday, March 29, 2006

Sunday, March 26, 2006

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Thursday, March 23, 2006

she had to go

dis world was not built for someone as sweet as janice
she had to go

see the annony mouse comments on the previous post

Saturday, March 18, 2006

i miss u Janice





You sheltered me from harm.
Kept me warm, kept me warm

You gave my life to me
Set me free, set me free

The finest years I ever knew
Were all the years I had with you

I would give anything I own,
Give up me life, my heart, my home.

I would give everything I own,
Just to have you back again.

You taught me how to love,
What it’s of, what it’s of.

You never said too much,
But still you showed the way,

And I knew from watching you.
Nobody else could ever know

The part of me that can’t let go.
I would give anything I own,

Give up me life, my heart, my home.
I would give everything I own

Just to have you back again.



Is there someone you know,
You’re loving them so,

But taking them all for granted.
You may lose them one day,

Someone takes them away,
And they don’t hear the words you long to say

I would give anything I own,
Give up me life, my heart, my home.

I would give everything I own
Just to have you back again.




I'M FREE ..... .....
Don't grieve for me, for now I'm free
I'm following paths God made for me.

I took his hand, I heard him call...
Then turned, and bid farewell to all.

I could not stay another day
To laugh, to love, to sing, to play.

Tasks left undone must stay that way
I found my peace... at close of day.

And if my parting left a void
Then fill it with remembered joy

.A friendship shared, a laugh, a kiss
-Ah yes, these things I too will miss.

Be not burdened - deep with sorrow,
I wish you sunshine of tomorrow.

My life's been full... I've savored much,
Good friends, good times - a loved ones touch.

Perhaps my time seemed all too brief
Don't lengthen it now with undue grief.

Lift up your heart and share with me,
God wants me now... He set me free!
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Friday, March 10, 2006

He is my shephered

THE LORD is my shepherd;
I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures;
he leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul:
he leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,
I will fear no evil: for thou art with me;
thy rod and thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies:
thou anointest my head with oil;

my cup runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life:

and I will dwell in the house of the LORD for ever.

Friday, March 17, 2006

sing, dance, praise and love .... and laff


May today there be peace within.
May you trust God that you are exactly where you are meant to be.

May you not forget the infinite possibilities that are born of faith.
May you use those gifts that you have received, and pass on the love that has been given to you....

May you be content knowing you are a child of God....
Let this presence settle into your bones, and allow your soul the freedom to sing, dance, praise and love.

It is there for each and every one of us.

St. Theresa's Prayer


you're walking down the street with a woman and she says, "Wow, I really like those shoes in the window"

and you answer, "You would".


you're talking to a woman who's wearing a pair of shoes with four inch heels, and you say, "So what, are you about four feet tall without the shoes?"



she says, "Here, let me buy this round of drinks". You might respond by saying, "Look, don't think that just because you buy me a drink that I'm going to go home with you. I'm not that easy...."

she mentions that she just started working as a waitress... and you say, "Well, that's a deal breaker for me, because I need a woman who makes enough to support the both of us so I can pursue my life-long goal of being a house husband."

a pain ...


SHIT !





A young man goes into a pharmacy and asks the pharmacist "Hello, could you give me condom. My girlfriend has invited me for dinner and I think she is expecting something from me!"

The pharmacist gives him the condom; and as the young man is going out, he returns and tells him: "Give me another condom because my girlfriend's sister is very cute too. She always crosses her legs in a provocative manner when she sees me and I think she expects something from me too."

The pharmacist gives him a second condom; and as the boy is leaving he turns back and says: After all, give me one more condom because my girlfriend's mom is still pretty cute and when she sees me she always makes allusions...and since she invited me for dinner, I think she is expecting something from me!!

During dinner, the young man is sitting with his girlfriend on his left, the sister on his right and the mom facing him. When the dad gets there, the boy lowers his head and starts praying: "Dear Lord,bless this dinner...thank you for all you give us...!!!"

A minute later the boy is still praying: "Thank you Lord for your kindness..."Ten minutes go on and the boy is still praying, keeping his head down.The others look at each other surprised and his girlfriend even more than the others.

She gets close to the boy and tells him in his ear: "I didn't know you were so religious!!!

"The boy replies :"I didn't know your dad was the pharmacist!!!"



TANK U Annonymouse

Wednesday, March 15, 2006

does God exist ?

An atheist professor of philosophy speaks to his class on the problem science has with God, the Almighty.
He asks one of his new students to stand and.....

Prof: So you believe in God?
Student: Absolutely, sir.

Prof: Is God good?
Student: Sure.

Prof: Is God all-powerful?
Student: Yes.

Prof: My brother died of cancer even though he prayed to God to heal him. Most of us would attempt to help others who are ill. But God didn't.How is this God good then? Hmm?

(Student is silent.)
Prof: You can't answer, can you? Let's start again, young fellow. Is God good? Student: Yes.

Prof: Is Satan good?
Student: No

Prof: Where does Satan come from?
Student: From...God...

Prof: That's right. Tell me son, is there evil in this world?
Student: Yes.

Prof: Evil is everywhere, isn't it? And God did make everything.Correct? Student: Yes.

Prof: So who created evil? (Student does not answer.)
Prof: Is there sickness? Immorality? Hatred? Ugliness? All these terrible things exist in the world, don't they?

Student: Yes, sir.
Prof: So, who created them?
(Student has no answer.)

Prof: Science says you have 5 senses you use to identify and serve theworld around you. Tell me, son...Have you ever seen God?
Student: No, sir.

Prof: Tell us if you have ever heard your God?
Student: No, sir.

Prof: Have you ever felt your God, tasted your God, smelled your God? Have you ever had any sensory perception of God for that matter?
Student: No, sir. I'm afraid I haven't.

Prof: Yet you still believe in Him?
Student: Yes.

Prof: According to empirical, testable, demonstrable protocol, science says your GOD doesn't exist. What do you say to that, son?
Student: Nothing. I only have my faith.

Prof: Yes, faith. And that is the problem science has.



Student: Professor, is there such a thing as heat?
Prof: Yes.

Student: And is there such a thing as cold?
Prof: Yes.

Student: No sir. There isn't.
(The lecture theatre becomes very quiet with this turn of events.)

Student: Sir, you can have lots of heat, even more heat, superheat,mega heat, white heat, a little heat or no heat. But we don't have anything called cold. We can hit 458 degrees below zero which is no heat, but we can't go any further after that. There is no such thing as cold. Cold is only a word we use to describe the absence of heat. We cannot measure cold. Heat is energy. Cold is not the opposite of heat, sir, just the absence of it.
(There is pin-drop silence in the lecture theatre.)

Student: What about darkness, Professor?
Is there such a thing asdarkness?!

Prof: Yes. What is night if there isn't darkness?
Student: You're wrong again, sir. Darkness is the absence of
something. You can have low light, normal light, bright light, flashing
light.... But if you have no! light constantly, you have nothing and it is
called darkness, isn't it? In reality, darkness isn't. If it were you
would be able to make darkness darker, wouldn't you?

Prof: So what is the point you are making, young man?
Student: Sir, my point is your philosophical premise is flawed.

Prof: Flawed? Can you explain how?
Student: Sir, you are working on the premise of duality.
You argue there is life and then there is death, a good God and a bad
God. You are viewing the concept of God as something finite, something we
can measure. Sir, science can't even explain a thought. It uses electrici!ty and magnetism, but has never seen, much less fully understood either
one. To view death as the opposite of life is to be ignorant of the fact
that death cannot exist as a substantive thing. Death is not the oppositeof life: just the absence of it. Now tell me, Professor. Do you teach your
students that they evolved from a monkey?

Prof: If you are referring to the natural evolutionary process, yes,of course, I do.
Student: Have you ever observed evolution with your own eyes, sir?
(The Professor shakes his head with a smile, beginning to realizewhere the argument is going.) !

Student: Since no one has ever observed the process of evolution at
work and cannot even prove that this process is an on-going endeavor, are
you not teaching your opinion, sir? Are you not a scientist but a preacher? (The class is in uproar.)

Student: Is there anyone in the class who has ever seen the Professor's brain? (The class breaks out into laughter.)

Student: Is there anyone here who has ever heard the Professor's brain, felt it, touched or smelled it?.....No one appears to have done so. So, according to the established rules of empirical, stable, demonstrableprotocol, science says that you have no brain, sir. With all due respect, sir, how do we then trust your lectures, sir?
(The room is silent. The professor stares at the student.)

Prof: I guess you'll have to take them on faith, son.
Student: That is it, sir.. The link between man & god is FAITH. That
is all that keeps things moving & alive.


That young man was ALBERT EINSTEIN.......

Tuesday, March 14, 2006

wish u a safe Holi


Guidelines for safe Holi

To spread awareness about the harmful effects of colours used during Holi, the Society for Prevention of Blindness (India) has issued a set of guidelines for a safe festival.

According to a release issued by the Society, the colours available in the market contain chemicals like lead chromate, which can cause eye irritation, and cobalt nitrate that can result in skin allergies.

The bright pink "gulal'' contains lead chromate which can cause eye irritation.

Blue has cobalt nitrate that can cause skin allergies
and yellow, which is metanil yellow, causes photosensitivity.

Green is metachile green or nickel sulphate which causes dermatitis
and purple is chromium iodine which is supposed to be carcinogenic, the press release said.

Besides, containing harmful chemicals, the colours are often also mixed with sand, mica, glass, talc and starch. These irritants like sand can cause irritation and if rubbed vigorously can cause removal of sensitive layers of cornea.

Glass powder can even cause laceration and conjunctivitis, the released stated.
Issuing guidelines for the public for a safe festival, the Society has asked people to stick to natural colours.


http://www.hindu.com/2005/03/25/stories/2005032513600400.htm




THE INTERVIEW WITH GOD
I dreamed I had an interview with God.

“So you would like to interview me?” God asked.

“If you have the time” I said. God smiled. “My time is eternity.”
“What questions do you have in mind for me?”

“What surprises you most about humankind?”God answered...“That they get bored with childhood,they rush to grow up, and then long to be children again.”

“That they lose their health to make money...and then lose their money to restore their health.”

“That by thinking anxiously about the future, they forget the present, such that they live in neither the present nor the future.”

"That they live as if they will never die, and die as though they had never lived.”God’s hand took mineand we were silent for a while.And then I asked...“As a parent, what are some of life’s lessons you want your children to learn?”

“To learn they cannot make anyone love them. All they can do is let themselves be loved.”

“To learn that it is not good to compare themselves to others.”“To learn to forgiveby practicing forgiveness.”

“To learn that it only takes a few seconds to open profound wounds in those they love, and it can take many years to heal them.”

“To learn that a rich person is not one who has the most,but is one who needs the least.”

“To learn that there are people who love them dearly, but simply have not yet learned how to express or show their feelings.”

“To learn that two people can look at the same thing and see it differently.”

“To learn that it is not enough that they forgive one another, but they must also forgive themselves.”

"Thank you for your time," I said humbly. "Is there anything else you would like your children to know?"

God smiled and said, “Just know that I am here... always.” -author unknown

Sunday, March 12, 2006

when u make plans, say INSHA ALLAH


'I don't make plans at all. Plans are what make God laugh'

From a beautifully demented Caligula to a mauve-quiffed Quentin Crisp and a disfigured Elephant Man, John Hurt's extraordinary talent has been to find the human truth at the heart of a character. Now, after four wives, late fatherhood and a lifetime of legendary carousing, is he finally happy in his own skin? With two new films about to open, the actor with the 'most distinctive voice in Britain', tells all to Barbara Ellen. Sunday March 12, 2006The Observer
Now one comes to think of it, my interview with John Hurt may have been a casualty of bad timing. When I speak with him, Hurt is clearly still rankled about the last interview he gave, where he felt he was 'misrepresented' (more of which later). But then, Hurt generally despairs of interviews (he thinks they're riddled with 'corporate thinking' and the 'editorial line'); which might explain some aspects of his behaviour during our meeting.



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There aren't any major explosions, more little steam-engine puffs of tetchiness. He'll be talking away, perfectly pleasantly, then suddenly take umbrage at topics he's been happy to talk about in the past, or he'll float off on some tangent (a favourite theme is having to do press 'and all that crapping rubbish' in the first place). Either he loathed me on sight (always a possibility), or he's having an anti-journo day. Nor is this confined to the 'juicy' subjects Hurt could be forgiven for wishing to skirt around (the drinking, the lively love life). He can be prickly over the most mundane of details ('I never said I liked Ireland better than England. Never!') Other times, Hurt is so charming you think you must be imagining the other stuff. Maybe it is just that after all this time he has grown weary of media scrutiny. 'Of being the subject of voyeurism?' says Hurt. 'Oh yes, I'd prefer to live without it, definitely I would.'
We meet at the Charlotte Street Hotel in Soho. Hurt, 66, is slighter than you'd imagine, but instantly recognisable, with that extraordinary, elegantly wasted, craggy face (you feel like grabbing a piece of paper and doing a brass rubbing for posterity), and the even more distinctive voice (nicotine sieved through dirty, moonlit gravel). After a few minutes muttering to each other self-consciously in the public lounge, he agrees that we should take the interview up to his room. '102,' says the receptionist. 'So long as it's not Room 101,' jokes Hurt, referencing his role as Winston Smith in Michael Radford's film of 1984. Bad memories, I say. 'Oh yes,' he cackles, and chats on the way up about how he and his (fourth) wife Anwen plan to move from their home in Soho. 'But not too far,' he smiles, entering the room and gesturing genially out of his window. 'Just to somewhere in Bloomsbury.'
We're here to talk about his new film, Shooting Dogs, directed by Michael Caton-Jones. Hurt currently features in two other high-profile films. The Proposition is a dark Australian western directed by John Hillcoat and scripted by Nick Cave. Then there is James McTeigue's comic-book adaptation, V for Vendetta, with Natalie Portman, a vision of Britain as a fascist state from the creators of the Matrix trilogy - in a neat twist, the former Winston Smith portrays a sinister Big Brother-style leader. Shooting Dogs is different again: set during the Rwandan tribal massacres in 1994, it is an unsettling drama, based on the experiences of a Catholic priest (played by Hurt), trapped with hundreds of Tutsis in a school compound, surrounded by machete-wielding Hutus and UN troops (who duly abandon them to their fate).
Shooting Dogs is a brave project (the events of Rwanda and the West's lack of intervention, not exactly crowd-pleasing material). Hurt describes it as, 'a film beyond the call of duty. Not an entertainment film in a sense, hopefully more of an experience.' He says he was aware, 'the way most people were', about the atrocities. 'One knew there was a desperate situation that was not being regarded by the rest of the world, and should have been regarded. And that the United Nations was powerless to do anything and chose that path, if it was a choice.' Does he feel the film's central theme is the darkness of human nature? 'There is no such thing as all good people and all bad people,' says Hurt. 'We're all capable. It exists within us. In war-time, as we're finding out now, things that have been on camera, our wonderful troops, who we felt were absolutely impeccable, were as guilty as everybody else of...' He fails to finish the thought, starting another with a sigh: 'If you're given licence to kill, it's going to release many an evil.'
Going by Hurt's finest cinematic moments (1984, Midnight Express, A Man for All Seasons, Elephant Man, Love and Death on Long Island), he has a taste for darkness, or at least the disturbed and complicated. (Even in Alien it made a funny kind of sense that it was Hurt's character who had the alien burst through his stomach.) In recent years, he has enjoyed something of a theatrical resurgence (2005's Heroes for Tom Stoppard at London's Wyndham's Theatre, a 'definitive' performance in Samuel Beckett's Krapp's Last Tape at Dublin's Gate in 2000). The artistic director of the Gate, Michael Colgan had to talk him into doing the Beckett. When Hurt returned to theatre after a long absence, with Helen Mirren in Turgenev's A Month in the Country in 1994, he says he found it 'tricky'. 'Just being away from it for so long, the muscles had gone a bit flabby. You have to rediscipline yourself, redefine the battlefield.'
However, it was his television work which kick-started Hurt's reputation as the poster boy for extremes of human behaviour. The beautifully demented Caligula in I, Claudius, more recently, The Alan Clark Diaries, and his breakthrough role (a daring choice at the time) the 'stately homo of England', Quentin Crisp, in The Naked Civil Servant. Crisp, with whom Hurt became friends, rather cheekily wrote: 'I told Mr Hurt it was difficult for actors to play victims, but he has specialised in victims. And when he stopped playing me, he played Caligula, which was only me in a sheet. Then he played the Elephant Man, which was only me with a paper bag over my head.'
Obviously, Hurt's range has extended further than that. Caton-Jones (who also directed him in Scandal and Rob Roy), describes Hurt to me as: 'One of the greatest screen actors ever, and one of the bravest - because he's all about honest emotion. People think actors have to pretend or lie. The best actors, like John, know they have to search for the truth.' Hurt says: 'You have to find the character's emotion, that's what being a performer is. Looking at Richard Rich [in A Man for All Seasons], looking at Quentin, looking at whoever it might be, and trying to describe it and understand it as if it were a painting.' When was the first time he did that? Hurt lets out one of his barking laughs. 'I've never done it, never really done it. Someone once asked me, "Is there anything you regret?" and I said, "Everything!" Whatever you do, there was always a better choice.'
Why did Hurt never go to Hollywood properly? He had his chances, not least after his Oscar nomination for Elephant Man. Hurt has said how the first thing he was offered by Hollywood after that was the role of Quasimodo. Now he simply says there wasn't enough of a pull. 'I was happy to go to Hollywood if I was invited, but I didn't want to just put myself out there.' Recently, Hurt spoke out by criticising the Oscars. 'I've always felt, and I think I'm qualified to say so because I've won a few awards, that it's a terrible shame to put something in competition with something else to be able to sell something. Confronted with films like Brokeback Mountain and Capote and the Johnny Cash movie, you can't pit one against the other. Films are not made to be competitive in that sense.' Quite. However, for some reason, bringing up Hurt's CBE in 2004 provokes a fit of tetchiness. 'Look,' he snaps. 'This is the world I live in. If somebody comes along and says, "Here's a CBE," then of course I'm happy to take it. I don't believe in turning things down like that. I don't treat myself any differently, but if the establishment says, "That's what we'd like to give you," I'm not going to get uppity about it, I'm not a republican or anything like that.' I'm sitting there thinking, 'Where did that come from?' I couldn't care less if Hurt accepted his CBE. (Except if in some delicious roundabout way, Quentin Crisp could be imagined accepting it with him.)
After that, I can't put a foot right for a while. First there is the preferring Ireland to England thing (Hurt lived for many years in Ireland and rhapsodised as recently as 2001 about it being 'where he belonged'). Then, when I mention him once describing his mother, Phyllis, as a 'frustrated actress', he huffs. 'That's somebody embellishing what I say. I don't think I said that at all.' I annoy him (yet again) by saying I'd read that his mother was earnest about social standing (a bit of a snob in other words). 'If you did then it wasn't very well explained,' Hurt retorts. He lowers his eyes as if in pain. 'Why should it be well explained? Journalists have to write something. Sometimes it's very perceptive. Sometimes it's not.' Eventually, we sort it out. According to Hurt, his mother did love the theatre and he thinks she would have adored (presumably in a 'non-frustrated' way) to have been more involved. 'She used to do productions for the church hall,' he recalls fondly. Later, when Hurt seems to have forgotten about telling me off, he admits his mother was class-conscious, which he found disappointing. 'I didn't find that the best thing about her at all. I couldn't equate it to Christianity somehow.' Was she pleased about him acting? 'I think she was immensely pleased. And I think my father was, in his own taciturn way. But he was never a great communicator.'
Hurt's father, Arnould, was a vicar. They had three sons (one of whom became a monk). Hurt's parents considered acting to be too insecure, so he went to art college before ending up at Rada (he still paints, and thinks he would have been 'reasonably successful' if he'd stuck with it). But it was at school that Hurt first came to love acting, usually playing female roles, such as Lady Bracknell. He preferred the female parts? 'They preferred me to play the female parts.' Because you were so pretty? Hurt laughs 'HA! I was pretty, I was small, and I had a high voice, so it was natural for them to do that. I didn't consider myself to be pretty, not at all.' Hurt twinkles. 'I thought I was very butch, but there you are.'
Hurt's prep school, St Michael's in Sevenoaks, Kent, where he was sent to board at the age of eight, was central to the earlier-mentioned interview that Hurt seems so unhappy with. Hurt has always said that the school was high church with a high moral tone and lots of corporal punishment, which seems rather harsh on an eight-year-old boy. 'The point is again, you're a creature of your time,' says Hurt. 'That was the status quo, that was life. I didn't question my lot.'
In the Independent on Sunday Hurt went further, discussing how a senior master had a habit of removing his front teeth and inserting his tongue into the boys' mouths and rubbing their faces with his stubble, and that it had happened to him. Now Hurt feels his views were misrepresented. In what way? He won't be drawn. It sounds shocking now, but was it the case that in the muddle of childhood it seemed almost 'normal', part of the day? 'Yes,' he murmurs vaguely. 'Part of the day. Life goes on. A lot is difficult to take in or deal with.' Looking back, does Hurt feel he was 'abused' in the modern sense? 'Well, it wouldn't be a possibility now...' His voice trails away. He obviously wants to get off the subject. 'This is too dangerous a subject for newspapers, I think'.
You could wonder if these incidents had any bearing on Hurt's well-documented excesses in adult life, but that would be a bit tidy. However, while Hurt no longer drinks like he did, for a while (actually quite a long while) his reputation for hell-raising and boozing around his beloved Soho (his 'village') rivalled his one for acting. The gossip columns were full of him falling out of hostelries or staggering around awards ceremonies (sometimes while presenting the awards). When I ask if, in his heyday, he felt he was in some sort of Soho gang/wrecking crew (with Richard Harris, Peter O'Toole, Jeffrey Bernard), he shrugs. 'No, not at the time. It must have looked like it in retrospect.' Hurt didn't help matters with such revelations as the one about him downing seven bottles of wine a day to 'enhance' his portrayal of the dishevelled Max in Midnight Express (he later amended this to three).
Then there is Hurt's somewhat hectic personal life. There was a brief first marriage, a long relationship with a French model, who died in a riding accident. Then, a second wife, Texan Donna Peacock, whom he built a house with in Kenya, then left for third wife, Jo Dalton (the mother of his two sons). Hurt returned to Peacock after Dalton had an affair, then left her again and settled with 'rock publicist' (always described as 'much younger') Sarah Owens, in County Wicklow (to be near his sons). Now he is married to ('much younger' again) advertising commercials producer, Anwen Rees-Myers.
It would be unfair to overplay all this (Hurt has lived for 66 years), but certainly his personal life has been eventful. When I ask if he is happily married, Hurt says firmly, 'I am. My other relationships...' he pauses. 'When you get into the emotional areas, the animal areas, I think you'll find it's the one area where it doesn't seem to matter what intellect you have. Some of the most highly intelligent people I know have got just the same problems when it comes to sexuality, mistakes and things. They're brought to their knees by it, you see it in newspapers every day.'
The universal Archilles heel? 'For both sexes, absolutely. We're always making massive mistakes. Then you make the same ones all over again.' I laugh. 'But we do!' grins Hurt. 'How many friends do you have, where you say, "Oh, surely you're not going out with that one, it's exactly the same as the one before, how can't you see it?"' So that's one thing he's learned. 'Yes, intellectually. Emotionally, I don't know.' Relatively late fatherhood (the sons started arriving when he was 50) didn't really change him. 'I don't think you automatically become an enlightened person because you are a daddy. But they will change you, of course - their understanding of you puts you in a different place.'
His drinking days, Hurt is less happy to discuss, but it's difficult not to. There have been suggestions that, to an extent, he wasted his talent because he was too busy carousing. But Hurt always said he stopped when his drinking started to interfere with his work. 'If alcohol is going to get in the way of your work rather than enhance it, I'm not interested in using it,' he says. 'So I've decided not to use it.' Have there been times when Hurt wished he'd led a more ordered existence? 'But that would be such a waste of time. "If" and "only" are the two words in the English language that should never be put together.' Actually, looking through his cuttings, I became tired of reading about the 'Tragic dissipation of John Hurt' and what I really wanted to know was if he'd had any fun. 'Yes, I loved to have fun.' says Hurt somewhat glumly. 'At the same time I was very serious. There was agonising and there were ecstasies. You can't have one without the other.'
Just after this, the photographer buzzes the doorbell, signifying that we're near the end of the interview. Is it my imagination or does Hurt cheer up considerably? 'I do hope that's been some use to you,' he clucks, bundling me out of the door. While we are still talking, he expresses amazement that he's made well over 100 films. 'Ludicrous, yes that shocks me.' There was a fair amount of rubbish (done for money), but Hurt shrugs off his 'stinkers'. 'You've got to make a living.' Does he think people sometimes forget the good films he's been in, the great performances? 'They can do,' says Hurt wryly. 'You know,' he says. 'I've never guided my life . I've just been whipped along by the waves I'm sitting in.' You don't make plans? 'I don't make plans at all. Plans are what make God laugh.' Hurt gives another of his barking laughs. 'You can make plans, you can make so many plans, but they never go right, do they?'
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i love my India


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justice delayed is justice denied






















THE BRICK
A young and successful executive was traveling down a
neighborhood street, going a bit too fast in his new
Jaguar.


He was watching for kids darting out from between
parked cars and slowed down when he thought he saw
something. As his car passed, no children appeared.


Instead, a brick smashed into the Jag's side door! He
slammed on the brakes and backed the Jag back to the spot
where the brick had been thrown. The angry driver then
jumped out of the car, grabbed the nearest kid and pushed
him up against a parked car shouting,

"What was that all
about and who are you? Just what the heck are you doing?
That's a new car and that brick you threw is going to cost
a lot of money. Why did you do it?"

The young boy was
apologetic. "Please, mister...please, I'm sorry but I
didn't know what else to do," He pleaded. "I threw the
brick because no one else would stop..."

With tears dripping
down his face and off his chin, the youth pointed to a spot
just around a parked car. "It's my brother, "he said "He
rolled off the curb and fell out of his wheelchair and I
can't lift him up."

Now sobbing, the boy asked the stunned executive, "Would you
please help me get him back into his wheelchair? He's hurt
and he's too heavy for me."

Moved beyond words, the driver
tried to swallow the rapidly swelling lump in his throat.
He hurriedly lifted the handicapped boy back into the
wheelchair, then took out a linen handkerchief and dabbed
at the fresh scrapes and cuts. A quick look told him
everything was going to be okay.

"Thank you and May God
bless you," the grateful child told the stranger. Too shook
up for words, the man simply watched the boy! Push his
wheelchair-bound brother down the sidewalk toward their
home.

It was a long, slow walk back to the Jaguar. The
damage was very noticeable, but the driver never bothered
to repair the dented side door.

He kept the dent there to
remind him of this message: "Don't go Through life so fast
that someone has to throw a brick at you to get your
attention!"

God whispers in our souls and speaks to our
hearts. Sometimes when we don't have time to listen, He
has to throw a brick at us.

It's our choice to listen or
not.

Thought for the Day:
If God had a refrigerator, your picture would be on it.
If He had a wallet, your photo would be in it.

He sends you flowers every spring.
He sends you a sunrise every morning

Face it, friend
He is crazy about you!

God didn't promise days without pain, laughter without
sorrow, sun without rain, but He did promise strength for
the day, comfort for the tears, and light for the way.

Read this line very slowly and let it sink in...If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it.

Friday, March 03, 2006

to day Jessica Lall, tomorrow u



I think what weare witnessing today is really apalling.
When somebody shoots a living girl dead in the presence of many people, seven years later he walks away scot free.

It's alarming, shocking and utterly shameful. This is where I suddenly have a lot of admiration for the media, as they are bringing this case back in sharp focus;but I really hope this is not treated like one of those 48-hr TRP-winning stories.

I would like to believe there's more substance, truth, fact and sincerity in reporting this case. Fortunately; there are a lot of women reporters in media, so I assume they will take this up personally.

Today; when you voice your opinion for a certain cause, or stand up for an issue of such gravity. people turn around and say; 'Why are you fighting other people's battles?' That's the problem with our country. We interfere in others' affairs and lives when we don't need to, but it's in times like these that we need to stand up together with a unanimous resolution.

...... The Jessica Lal case happened in the heart of India, in the political power centre, in the capital of our country. I will not feel safe in a country like this. When celebrities speak about such appalling issues people wake up and listen; but we need more than just a set of attentive ears, we need people to act upon it.

I heard lawyer Jethmalani's interview where he says there's a problem with the legal system today. I totally agree, it's time somebody takes a look at this - maybe eminent figures like the President of India, or our higher courts or the ruling party. or other politicians should come to the fore.

I know I'm sounding agitated, but when I think about what's happened, and follow the news, I feel terribly frustrated.

I think if near and dear ones, kith and kin of politicians are involved in such cases;even the politicians should be questioned.Media should make it a point to hammer this news everyday till the law, and the system is compelled to change.

Jessica Lal was a known figure. Tomorrow it could be you. And maybe no one will fight for you too!

- Preity Zinta AS TOLD TO MADHUREETA MUKHERJEE



PLEASE DONOT TAKE IT AS JUST YET ANOTHER MAIL.....
I AM SENDING IT BECAUSE I FEEL FOR IT.
HOPE... YOU TOO................

It’s a request from an Indian to all Indians.


Jessica Lal Case
How to execute Monday as Black day……


We all know what happened in Jessica lal case nut how many times we
will let the power players to play with our system it is time to react and
here is how we will react

No don’t worry I am not asking you for march or hunger strike we just
need to follow a colour code on 27th of this month i.e. Monday

We can run with Mumbai on Mumbai marathon day coz it is being organized
by big company stars participate in it… We can send Sms to Indian idle
in lacks so that our favorite singer wins…. We can call on extra
innings several times just to discuss whether gangully should play or not…We
can forward mms clips to our friends in bulk… We can Fight to celebrate
Valentines Day… we can fight to dance late night in navratri…

But can we fight against injustice…



Can we follow the dress code just to show how we feel about this case
Almost every one of us has liked the movie “Rang De Basanti” but can we
act like them…?

If u feel Yes then here is the game plan….

1)If u are a college student just make sure that everyone in ur college
comes to know that we are damning Monday as a black day… just prepare a
poster take printout of this article and paste them at appropriate
place so that everyone should come to know about it
2) If u work in any company do the same thing Take printouts and post it
to the msg board mail this letter to everyone in your company
3) If u knows anyone in media or press inform them about the black day
get the media coverage
4) If you belong to any group spread this msg to the group mail this
thing to everyone..
5) If u chat on messenger change ur status msg to “Tribute to Jessica
lal- Observe Monday as Black day”
6) And finally if ur Indian follow the dress code on Monday




This is just the beginning together we can fight the whole system…






Jessica lal case:



Yes no one killed Jessica lal

Lal was murdered in the intervening night of April 29 and 30, 1999 at a
restaurant owned by noted socialite BinaRamani at QutubColonade in
South Delhi. Or she died because of unknown reason ask the Indian
constitution.

Come on guys lets celebrate the death of Indian constitution today. If
u belong to any political party or if u have any political contacts and
enough money to turn the witness hostile then what are you waiting for
just go and have fun kill anyone you like coz the Indian Constitution
has a provision for you under which if you satisfy above criteria u will
be acquitted for whatever you have done...
Welcome to India:
Where people are awarding prises as big as 51 cores for killing another
person, yes I can understand the feelings of our Muslim brothers and
whatever happened in case of Paigambur sahib is wrong and the guilty
should be punished. Same goes with M.F Hussein means who gave him power to insult bharat mata but I just want to ask one question to all this
politicians

Sir you are crying like anything on religious matters but what about
death of democracy what about death of Indian constitution why you do not
react to such matters why some one is not awarding Prise money to kill
ManuSharma, son of former Union Minister VinodSharma, for whatever he
has done, not a single political party is reacting against the ruling
that's pretty strange or this is INDIA.

Indian...Yes...may be we don't know what we can do about it but all
those "Rang De Basanti" Fans and all the youth who wants to change this
system we can at least fight the cyber war against the Court verdict...so
just fwd this article to all the people you know..
No you won’t get 51 cores or 11 lacs for forwarding this mail but u will
get something which is more than just money...a satisfaction that yes I
am fighting against the injustice... so that whenever the case goes to
the higher court the whole world should know what is the feeling of
common man of india

And of behalf of all the Indians we urge Jessica's Family to go to
higher court all of us are in support for them...



Please observe Monday as black day wear black clothes on Monday
and let the whole world know how we feel about it.....
Fwd this msg to every one...

- Umesh Mehta