39-Why Do Women Cry        
      Once 
      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 Mom 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. 
      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 husband through his faults and fashioned 
      her from his rib to protect his heart.
      I gave her wisdom to know that a good husband never hurts his wife, 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 my son," said God, "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."
      
                                  
A Tribute to Fair Sex on International Women's Day!
        
      
      When God sat down to make a woman
      He gave her empathy, love and compassion,
      By the time he finished with her
      He had no more left for the man.
        
      
      He gave her the ability to be a mother
      And nurture and take care of others.
      Slowly, on reflecting, it dawned on her
      She was being treated like a piece of furniture.
        
      
      At first she resigned to her fate
      Bore the indifference of her progeny and mate.
      Slowly she realized she didn't have to be a victim,
      And didn't have to be at the mercy or everyone's whims.
        
      
      She knew it was not going to be an easy battle to be won,
      Yet she took on everyone.
      She began to firmly express her views
      And waited to get her due.
        
      
      At first it didn't go down well with anyone,
      They wondered if she had been possessed by a demon.
      Men were not amused,
      In fact they were confused.
        
      
      We give her food, clothes and roof over her head,
      But the woman had empowered herself to earn her own bread,
      Car, house and thus managed to redeem,
      With her hard work her self esteem.
        
      
      She had made a tough choice,
      And finally had a voice
      Men tried very hard to keep her in her place
      And made sure she got no space.
        
      
      They were not at par,
      This is a question I have to ask the Lord.
      So there was a war,
      Did man pay a ransom to God?
        
      
      No matter what a woman achieves,
      She rarely receives
      The acknowledgement which she deserves.
      Yet she is able to preserve.
        
      
      Her sanity and peace.
      And learn to live with dis-ease,
      Then her inner voice whispered to her,
      Don't resign just pamper.
        
      
      His ego, and give him the credit
      For all the merit.
      Watch how his chest swells with pride
      And he might be on your side.
        
      
      Men actually never grow up,
      So from time to time pump
      Them up with a hug and a fancy meal.
      It will make them feel
        
      
      Like a king while you smile.
      It's not all that difficult to use a little guile.
      Silly women you haven't gone about it the right way,
      Use your soft, cunning, clever, gentle voice and say
        
      
      I am so proud to be wearing this wedding band.
      Chances are he will be eating out of your hand.
      You only stand to gain
      Even if you feign.
        
      
      So go ahead and do your own thing,
      Let him feel you owe him your sense of well being.
      Women's liberation never went down well with men
      So don't chant what women want while you are in your den
      While you laze around sipping your wine
      Don't be surprised if he sheepishly asks, "will you like to go out to 
      dine?"
        
      
      God, you made us smart
      Right from the start.
      It took us a long time to realize
      And become cool, calm and wise,
      To use enlightened manipulation
      With a subtle passion
      While having our own way
      So that he may
      Feel we were just following his command,
      And there was no reason to feel alarmed.
        
      
      If he says he wants to bond with his male friends,
      Smile and say go I have lots of errands
      There is no point to sulk and wait,
      Till he returns and opens the gate.
        
      
      Use this time to make sure
      You have a good time even if you just go for a pedicure.
      Indulge in your famous past times
      While sipping soda and lime.
        
      
      Chances are when you have both had your space,
      You won't have to face
      Cold vibes and bad temper,
      This will only hamper
        
      
      You from a good night sleep,
      While you helplessly weep
      While he sleeps and snores by your side,
      And you swallow your pride.
        
      
      Women, love yourselves, and put yourselves first
      But please you must
      Not voice it at all
      This way I promise you will have a ball.