Why god gave woman tears

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Why God Gave Women Tears

A little boy asked his mother

“Why are you crying?”

“Because I’m a woman”,

she told him.

“I don’t understand”,

he said.

His mum just hugged him

and said, “And you never

will”

 

Later the little boy asked

his father, “Why does mother seem to cry for

no reason?”

“All women cry for no reason”,

was all his dad could say.

The little boy grew up and became a man,

still wondering why women cry.

Finally he put in a call to God; and when God got on

the phone, he asked, “God, why do women cry so

easily?”

 

 

God said:

“When I made the woman she had to be special.

 

I made her shoulders strong enough to carry the weight of the

world; yet, gentle enough to give comfort

I gave her an inner strength to endure childbirth and

the rejection that many times comes from her children.

I gave her a hardness that allows her to keep going

when everyone else gives up, and take care of her

family through sickness and fatigue without

complaining. .I gave her the sensitivity to love her children under

any and all circumstances, even when her child has

hurt her very badly. I gave her strength to carry her man through his

faults and fashioned her from his rib to protect his

heart. I gave her wisdom to know that a good man never

hurts his woman, but sometimes tests her strengths and

her resolve to stand beside him unfalteringly.

And finally, I gave her a tear to shed

This is hers exclusively to use whenever it is

needed.

 

You see:

The beauty of a woman is not in the clothes she wears,

the figure that she carries, or the way she combs her

hair. The beauty of a woman must be seen in her eyes,

because that is the doorway to her heart – the place

where love resides.

I can clearly see


To lie awake each night

Body aching

Yearning

Almost screaming for rest

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But how can I drift away

Softly slip into slumber

When my thoughts run wild and free?

The night has become the dawn for my imagination

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The stars hold the key to my inspiration

In the darkness I can clearly see….

She decided to die

Its about my long time friend who tried to end her life two days back due to exams tensions that she may not score well 

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I remember her from a long time
The girl with twinkle in her eyes
Chubby cheeks, round face
And a smile in her lips that never dies
 
Always with a gang of girls
Her never ending babbling
Someone you’ll never find alone
And sans her laughing
 
Always crazy and always carefree
Someone,who can never stop talking
A little naughty, a little witty
Who would hop a little, jump a little just for nothing
 
Then something went wrong
That changed her drastically
And she went inside her cocoon
Slowly, silently and surely
 
Without disturbing even the dew drop
She closed all her doors
And decided to be completely on her own
Unmoved like stone
 
I still remember the girl
With twinkle in her eyes
Who had decided to go away
Without even a single good bye
 
No bird could hear
Her silent cry
When without letting anyone know
She had decided to die.
 
No note, not even a word
To leave behind
So sulky on life that
You didn’t even tell the reason why.
 
So many still love you
You didn’t even consider
Your near and dear ones too
You decided not to bother.
 
I still remember her
The girl with twinkle in her eyes
Unmoved, who closed all her doors
And finally decided to die.

Control systems 

Trying something to write based on my yesterday’s paper Control Systems. Attempt to mix electronics with our lives 

Their coming in are routed about, 

molded and shaped on their way out.
Outputs are exchanged for things coming in;

and the cycle starts all over again.
Systems are loops,

they’re cycles of events. 

Focusing on “parts” doesn’t make much sense.
If you would make use of the systems view, here’s some well-meant advice from me to you:
When observing systems from the outside, trace their outputs back to their input side,
for what systems “do,” 

or so I believe, is act to control the things they receive.
A system’s first purpose is to survive; it takes new inputs to keep it alive.
Some are changed, transformed, and these pass on through; others nourish, they sustain and renew.
Outputs for inputs: these interactions are more technically known as “transactions.”
For the human race, it is much the same; we all are involved in the systems game.
But stand well clear of the digital view; it doesn’t fit me, it doesn’t fit you.
Our lives are continuous, not discrete.   Besides, bits and bytes don’t love, sleep, nor eat.
Though behaviorists rant, and some might rave, stimulus in doesn’t make us behave.
The S-R model is a mindless one, human as “black box” – an automaton.
Conditioning can’t work, so why the fuss? We human beings are autonomous.
Behavior results in things rearranged, the measure of which is perception changed.
Saying what should be requires believing; gauging what is depends on perceiving.
Perceptions tightly linked to intentions; any gaps soon closed by interventions.
Made up of people and thus perception, organizations are no exception.
Remember, all those goals and objectives are nothing more than human directives
conveying some boss’s valued “druthers” (to be achieved through the labor of others).
Problems regarding what other folks do can best be resolved from the systems view.
Step One is to Align the Reference.   

Mind you, this is more than mere preference.
Feedback is not found in your words to me; it’s found weighing my goals with what I see.
Perception.  Reference.  

These are the keys to unlocking mysteries such as these:
Why? Why do we humans do what we do? Who’s in control? Is it me?  Is it you?
The answers are there, waiting to be found in studies of loops going ’round and ’round.
There is a moral, a point to this rhyme of cycles of events tumbling through time:
Listen with great caution to those who shout for you to focus on what you put out.
Their self-serving clamor, their raucous din, should not distract you from what’s coming in.
There are no hard rules for what should go out save this one: It will somehow come about that what goes out will affect what comes in. What you produce is irrelevant, then,
except in light of its impact on you. That is the essence of “the systems view.”
Enjoy these few small truths, ponder them well, and perhaps some day in turn you can tell someone you know – be it family or friend – how there is no beginning and no end,
no cause, no effect, not one can be found in closed loops going around and around.

Happy Marriage Anniversary

Today is your Marriage Anniversary Di …I am sharing this post once more for you ..despite of my exam tommorow…you must be busy celebrating the same with Jiju…wishing you a happy married life forever.

Here’s  a pleasant surprise for you

How would you feel to know that I was present at your marriage ceremony even though we didn’t knew each other.

It was 22 May 2015. For first time I had come to Shanti Nagar…where my father’s friend Rakesh Soni once lived. Now he has shifted to Pune.I hate the humid and hot climate of Mumbai in summers as I literally get drenched in sweat.

I had just come to the venue Bapa Sitaram Temple  thinking it was a temple of Lord Ram and Godess Sita.But it was a temple of Saint Sitaram. At the same time there was a marriage ceremony going on.I felt the presence of someone very close to me.

Curiosity pulled  me towards the marriage pandal even though I was an uninvited person by both the parties.The feeling of someone close to me became stronger and stronger. 

I stopped. I saw you dressed in red transparent saree and blue blouse standing alongwith your sister.

I realised this just 3-4 days ago when I saw the photo your sister in one of your posts .She is an unique person and can be identified easily.

Your spouse wore a dark red sherwani.The remarkable thing was he hadn’t shaved yet he looked very handsome. The stage bore his name S –  –  –  – – H and yours written in yellow colour.

I could sense the feeling of happiness and satisfaction on your face getting married to a person whom you like most and at the same time a feeling of sadness for leaving behind your family… the persons whom you love the most.

I felt like I should walk upto the stage and  talk with you but since we were unknown to each other ..also I was a stranger and uninvited guest …somehow I controlled myself and walked away.

Yet happy to be a part of most important day of your life.

Her world through an open window 

The open window,
Is Gayatri’s only portal to the outside world,

Because there is ice in her legs,

That has frozen,

Numbing her legs,

Saving from constantly hurting her toe against the edges of the staircase.

At least that is what Ma(Mother)told her.

Ma (Mother) is a good liar.
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Her butterfly heart flutters,

As the wind caresses her face,

But more often than she wishes to acknowledge,

She must remember- that dreams and capabilities are two different words.

She dreams to run towards the setting sun,

Which gets lost somewhere on the other side of the horizon.

The open window lets her see this much only.

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From the open window,

Gayatri can see little Tanvi riding the bicycle,

Her legs unfrozen,

Moving in perfect harmony like the sun moves up and down the horizon.

Gayatri smiles looking at her four wheeled wheelchair,

Remembering how Ma (Mother)told her- that the number of wheels decided the worth of a vehicle. 

Ma (Mother) is a good liar.

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From the open window,

The sun rises up the horizon.

No cuckoos have time to wake up Gayatri.

The sun is Gayatri’s cuckoo.

With the rising sun,

Comes Baba(Dad) too,

A genial smile plastered on his face.

He comes from the other side of the horizon,

Where cuckoos sing,

And unicorns ride on rainbows,

Where the sun never sets.

That is why Baba(Dad) doesn’t like Gayatri’s house.

Ma (Mother) is a good liar.

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From the open window,

Gayatri can see herself running in the meadows,

The raindrops colouring the blank canvas of her body,

The wet mud spread all over her like streaks of brown paint.

Ma (Mother) is painted completely in brown,

Like a wretched painting without art,

Lying on the ground,

Outside Gayatri’s window.

Baba(Dad) is a bad painter.
In all this rain, 

Ma’s  (Mother’s) eyes have decided to help too,

Trying to wash away the dark colour she seems to be coloured in.

The sun has decided to part with Gayatri and Mark. 

Ma tells Gayatri that the nights are shorter in this season.

Ma(Mother) is a good liar.
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From the open window,

Seven seasons have passed,

But the sun hasn’t returned.

It has been the longest night in Gayatri’s life.

Life has just been a 90’s film,

Of black and white.

Baba’s (Dad’s)genial smile,

And the stories of unicorns and supernatural beings have stopped,

Ma has stopped talking too.

She just sits in a corner silently,

As if her legs have frozen too.

Maybe she got tired of hurting too.

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There is light every morning,

And dark every night,

But who would tell Gayatri’s wretched soul,

That Baba’s (Dad’s)smile was her cuckoo,

And sometimes cuckoos fly away,

Because the other side of the horizon is a beautiful place.

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But who would tell Gayatri that sometimes,

Like her legs,

Hearts froze too,

Numbing it from getting hurt over and over again.

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But who in this whole wide world,

Will tell a little girl, 

Waiting for this night to end,

That her mother was a liar.

Home

“Why are you standing in this row since so long ? 

“So that I could get a ticket to my village & finally go home & meet my mom dad”

“I want to meet my mom dad as well, could I also get a ticket?”

“sure. come and stand behind me”

A 6 years old made everyone speechless when he asked, 

“A ticket to heaven, please.”

Exams 

Exams exams exams

Tension mounts 

As the date comes closer and closer 

Getting inside study books 

Throughout the whole day 

Mother serves  breakfast, lunch and dinner on my table 

Also milk and tea in between 

Disconnected from the outside world 

It’s just me and my study books 

Whatever you have learnt 

For the last 6 months 

Will be drained on the answer sheet 

In just a time of 3 hours 

Is this called exam ?? 

Preparation leave is like hell

Time moves like a tortoise 

Reading the death news of her own husband 

Based on a true incident of a news reader.

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So unfortunate she was 

To read the news 

Of the road accident of a car.
Having seen the footage

Suddenly she realised that it was her own family car 

Which was driven 

By her own husband 

Who was no more 
Her world fell apart.

A lump of grief built up in her heart 

Despite that she controlled herself 

Placing a stone on her throbbing heart 

She showed herself strong

Not even displaying 

The feeling of grief and loss
She continued reading news for 10 minutes 

But as soon as the news bulletin was over 

She couldn’t control herself 

A dam of tears burst from her eyes.
A salute from my side to such a strong woman for her commitment towards her job

Holding the Knife tight 

I stood there, motionless, shoulders hunched.

Making quiet sniffing sounds.

My worried mother watched me. She could not recall another time like this. 

I slowly turned, tears streaming down my face, she saw the knife in my hand. Panicking, my mother reached out.

Then she noticed the bowl of cut onions on the table.

The moment 

The Moment

The moment you realise that true contentment can be found when you serve others, all other desires will seem so small.
The moment you see joy in another beings eyes because of your own selfless actions, life starts to make a lot more sense.
The moment you begin to act as the reflection of the visions you have for a better world, things will begin to change.
The moment you become aware of your responsibility for the betterment of others, you’ll see such a beauty in life.
The moment you recognise that you will make more of an impact by being righteous than always being right, rewards will fall in your lap.
The moment you begin to be more concerned about learning to love than to be loved, positive emotions of oceanic depths will engulf you.
The moment you become more conscious about understanding others than being understood, your mind will truly begin to learn.
The moment you begin to comprehend that our enemies are not physical flesh and blood yet they are our thoughts, peace will begin to conquer.
The moment you begin to overcome your inner enemies rather than deflecting on others, merriment will come find you.
The moment that you learn how to listen rather than always try to be heard, you will hear languages you thought your mind couldn’t fathom.
The moment you accept that life will always be about mastering and relearning and conquering and climbing, your journey will feel so smooth.
The moment you allow yourself to believe that we can change this world for the better, we will do it.

Because life is but these moments where we learn, change, grow and give.
So go live your moments.