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Erick Avari (born 13 April 1952) is an Indian-American television, film and theater actor known primarily for his roles in science-fiction serial productions.
Erick Avari was born Nariman Eruch Avari in Darjeeling, West Bengal, India, into an old Parsi-Zoroastrian family. His father, Eruch Avari, ran two movie theatres, the Capitol and the Rink. His early education was at the prestigious North Point School (the school division of the St. Joseph's College), which he attended as a day-scholar. He later studied at the College of Charleston.
Erick is a member of the Avari-Madan family of Darjeeling and Calcutta. His great-great-grandfather was Jamshedji Framji Madan, one of the pioneers of Indian cinema.
Avari is known for his roles in such films as Stargate, Flight of the Living Dead (2007), The Mummy, Daredevil, Home Alone 4, Planet of the Apes, and Mr. Deeds. He is one of only two actors, along with Alexis Cruz, to appear in both the original Stargate movie and the spin-off series Stargate SG-1 (three episodes). Before arriving in Los Angeles in 1991, his extensive work onstage garnered him praise from theater critics across America, most notably as Vasquez, in 'Tis Pity She's a Whore with Val Kilmer at the Joseph Papp Public Theater, and as Sir Richard at The Guthrie Theater's memorable production of The Screens.
Leave me alone with your should have been could have
been there
I've got a place for your guilt - and it's called
insight
Some dark secrets got their secret place like they
should have
Some dark secrets are at least - far from being safe
It happened here where the sea's grey - cold summer
Reminding us we're all just on the way
Don't mock at us with the sight of what we might know
Who lit this fire here and left us all alone
Did you see this - pictures of that war
In colour - seems not that far
And it drives me - around the bend
I'm ashamed for
I'm ashamed for my land
You planned to live - planned to run and to get out of
here
Now choose to starve, suffocate or maybe bleed to death
Eating a horse - with a friend was like dinner for two
It may have died - one or two weeks ago
You can't sleep, hate to eat and wake up with a start
Let's shake some hands in a land where the past is dark
Don't mock at us with the sight of what we might know
Who lit this fire here and left us all alone
Chorus ...
Take the trapdoor to my head