Why Do We Cry?

"All babies cry and it can be an irritating sound. This is nature's way of making sure infants get their needs met so they can survive. If crying were a pleasant sound it would be easy to ignore. Babies are completely dependent on their adult caregivers for survival.
It is normal for babies to cry, and babies will cry for many reasons. A baby might cry to let you know he or she is hungry or thirsty, needs a diaper change, needs to be cuddled, doesn't feel well, or is sleepy. A baby might cry to release tension".

That's for babbies but what about us? "It does not seem odd to us, of course. We do it often enough ourselves and witness someone else doing it nearly every day". So why....? Some say when we cry it releases a chemical and help us to think properly. Mostly I see women crying than men. Can this mean women will be more thoughtful than men in these sort of situations?

Anyway, we all do cry. I cry when I am hurt but sheldom that happens. I do agree that it relieves the ache and somehow ease the feelings of hurt.

“Tears are words that need pouring out. Without them no joy can shine, no sadness can come to an end.”

Common Courtesy

I ran into a stranger as he passed by "Oh excuse me please" was my reply. He said, "Please excuse me too;
I wasn't watching for you." We were very polite, this stranger and I.
We went on our way and we said good-bye. But at home a different story is told, How we treat our loved ones, young and old. Later that day, cooking the evening meal, My son stood beside me very still. When I turned, I nearly knocked him down.
"Move out of the way," I said with a frown. He walked away, his little heart broken. I didn't realize how harshly I'd spoken.
While I lay awake in bed, God's still small voice came to me and said, "While dealing with a stranger, common courtesy you see, but the children you love, you seem too busy Go and look on the kitchen floor, You'll find some flowers there by the door. Those are the flowers he brought for you He picked them himself: pink, yellow and blue. He stood very quietly not to spoil the surprise, you never saw the tears that filled his little eyes." By this time, I felt very small, And now my tears began to fall. I quietly went and knelt by his bed; "Wake up, little one, wake up," I said. "Are these the flowers you picked for me?"
He smiled, "I found 'em, out by the tree. I picked 'em because they're pretty like you. I knew you'd like 'em, especially the blue." I said, "Son, I'm very sorry for the way I acted today; I shouldn't have yelled at you that way He said, "Oh, Mom, that's okay. I love you anyway." I said, "Son, I love you too, and I do like the flowers, especially the blue."

The above is a mail I got from a friend about 2 years back. I thought it has relevance towards the way we sometime treat eachother and find it emotional.

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Not I But Who?

Everyone is busy but not to say hello. These days I often see colonies of ants marching uniformly. May be they are accumulating food for rainy days. Life is like that always. Like Bob Dylan says everone has to serve someone. Even the queen, even the president etc. But time is there to go by chariot for a ball.


Flatter for blather,
Slapping to clap,
Shall beat the chap
Will reap a rap?

Hope my close friend will remember the above and the latter.....


Hollo! Friend, hollow is my inbox,
Follows grand vex
Bellows taxis,
Shallows the basis.

Hope you are all doing fine. Wondering should I stop these .... but without just any gesture of ennui, thought its receptive. Still cannot clap with one hand :-)