song of the day

Roberta Flack

In love with the song, in love with the singer!!!
listen to roberta flack here


Killing me softly with his song

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I heard he sang a good song
I heard he had a style
And so I came to see him
To listen for a while
And there he was this young boy
A stranger to my eyes

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

I felt all flushed with fever
Embarassed by the crowd
I felt he found my letters
And read each one out loud
I prayed that he would finish
But he just kept right on

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

He sang as if he knew me
In all my dark despair
And then he looked right through me
As if I wasn't there
And he just kept on singing
Singing clear and strong

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly with his song

[Break]

Strumming my pain with his fingers
Singing my life with his words
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me

He was strumming my pain
Yeah, he was singing my life
Killing me softly with his song
Killing me softly with his song
Telling my whole life with his words
Killing me softly
With his song

Unlimited morons

Sunday, artsomniac was as good as possible with her internet service provider. Mr Garu is a real jerk, she knows. Stories about Mr Garu is quite popular in campus. People shouting at him and switching to another upcoming service provider, cable B, is quite a common sight. What Mr Garu does for those bad sheep who goes away from his fold is, he secretly cuts the B connection cables to your room. You will realize it soon that the highly efficient new internet service is not working because of Mr Garu's wrath. The new service group is really good,it seems, as the believers testify. It charges you fifty rupee less than Mr. Garu's connection, it has a sophisticated way of working which includes sms notifications to your mobile about new services, offers and stuff, it offers kaspersky antivirus(paid one, not available for free download) absolutely free for the users. Garu on the other hand does not give a damn for you as a customer and he gives you viruses to your laptop free of cost. He thinks that he still is the feudal lord in the internet sphere on campus.

Artsomniac was going around, asking her unfortunate garu subscriber neighbors whether they too have a problem with the internet. Alas, no! She does not have company this time. From one room, a visitor Alice who was a prior customer of Garu declared: "I don't understand why you people still stick to this guy. The new service is really good. I think all of you should switch to this and chuck this Garu out of campus"

Well,artsomniac thought, "right now I dont have the deposit money required for a new connection. May be I should try him once more." And finally Mr Garu answered her call and said he will send somebody soon but that soon never happened in say three and a half days time. she was almost finishing the project she was working on, and she needed a lot of browsing now and this happened. Oh, artsomniac does not want to be the one who begs around asking permission to use internet. And when you fix your pendrive to another person's laptop, you really can hear what is in their mind. "Oh, please no viruses" because you have them aplenty with Garu's connection.

As the most calm and happy-go-lucky (Which means, If artsomniac is happy, you are lucky) person on campus who does not really pick up fights with people, she decided to wait and keep calling Mr Garu. By the second day, he stopped picking her calls, and she was there, sitting like fool, and calling and calling hoping that he must be away, he will come back, he will pick the phone, he will send the guy, she will get my connection back..nada!

The same thing happened on the third day too and rtsomniac does not know which nasty brain typed out this message from her phone to his. However, it goes like this."Mr Garu, I just want to disconnect my internet. Please do not come and meet me for money. You are supposed to give me back my initial deposit. On second thoughts, I think you should keep the change since I do not like to encourage any sort of communication ever with you. Thank you for the wonderful services." And then, there is no news from him.

artsomniac has decided to switch to cable B once she is done with formatting her laptop out of the viruses she has acquired so far. she never thought that she could send such a sophisticated nastiness as an sms. Artsomniac generally is a 'nice' person,you know. he he...

five reasons why artsomniac loves e e cummings (the title comes only in caps, by default and thats a sad irony for this post)

reason one: he wrote i carry your heart with me which happens to be a favorite.

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in
my heart)i am never without it(anywhere
i go you go,my dear; and whatever is done
by only me is your doing,my darling)
i fear
no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want
no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)
and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant
and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows
(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud
and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows
higher than the soul can hope or mind can hide)
and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)


reason two: he has an easily paintable face and it looks good in blue ;-)artsomniac painted this sometime last century:)




reason 3: he destroyed the hierarchy between the capital letters and small letters. democratic, huh?

reason 4: the way he writes his name in small letters is sort of cool.

reason 5: he uses a lot of moon imageries, which is artsomniac's favorite too.

the nostalgia storehouse of malayalees

I who have lost
My way and beg now at stranger's doors to
Receive love, at least in small exchange?



Finally, you are dead my dear woman.
Now you don't have to listen to anything. Neither abuses which come out from the repressed sexual frustrations of the great middle class mallu nor the praises from the nostalgia freaks.

You are not a nostalgia storehouse for me. I do not understand the punnayoorkkulam or neermathalam of yours. I do not belong there. What draws me to you is the way you tell the tales, the magic you add to the words. When I read you, Kamla, I do not need to know whether 'My Story' is true or not. I do not have to know the truths or lies to love you. You cannot survive in Kerala unless you try to testify that the whole fiction was an outright lie. I get the point, woman.

You are our own woman. You cannot blame them for not loving you and leave the place as if they never loved you. They did. In every single abuse they wrote, some one had his little summit of pleasure. Voyeurs are after all lovers engaged in a 'one way traffic love' and abuse is yet another manifestation. Yes, Malayalees loved you. (When MJ told me about the voyeuristic obituaries, Oh, nothing else was expected at her death) Look at the obscene undertones of the obituaries they write for you which comes out through the various media tongues... Woman, they are still loving you.

The little owner of Ali Tea Stall

Ali tea stall is the only shop up there outside Maula Ali Darga. It took a lot of time and drama to make this cute little shop owner to give me a smile. The chocolate flavored tea and the cool breeze is terrific combination.Go hyderabad, climb those 400 steps just for the tea. Its worth it.