There’s milk, there’s fruit, we don’t feel hunger A breeze will blow across our bed, we don’t get any sleep

The message being, there is plenty of great food, but we don’t feel hunger; a soft, comfy bed with cool breeze, but we don’t get any sleep

“Our legs will not even have strength to walk.” is certainly a much more poetic description of lust draining the singers than Vairamuthu’s constant allusions to “vervai” (sweat)! (I assume the 4 gunas means that “lust” is added to the traditional satva, rajas, tamas, but I am guessing here.)

Kannadasan was considered quite the poet, at least by people in my parents’ generation. My dad loves the lyrics of Krishna’s eulogy to Karna, as Karna lies dying in the battlefield with his chariot wheel is stuck in the mud. What makes the story especially poignant, of course, is that Krishna, is instrumental in creating the circumstances for Karna’s death by taking advantage of Karna’s generosity. Pliss to ignore seductive bedroom eyes and breathless heaving by Sivaji. For those who understand Tamil, the song is here.

Pravin, if two people not sleeping while a breeze blows across their bed is boring, what’s exciting?

aaah ,vivek, you don’t seriously want me to drive away all the family friendly audience of this blog with my reponse. What’s exciting is if two people are ……. while breeze blows across their bed..

OK , I admit, I am one of those with arrested development and I am actually looking forward to the revival of Beavis and Butthead on MTV(it is supposedly true).

Correct me if I’m wrong.

And that’s the Memorial Union terrace on Lake Mendota.

I’d love to see more literary stuff on SM. And Vivek, great riposte!

Love has neither caste nor religion

This is nothing but defeatism–yeah, no resistance to the soul-harvesters or jihadis.

We’ll have milk, we’ll have fruit, we won’t go hungry

Yeah, being poor is ok.