Tears for Men?

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If we must shed tears then they are perhaps better utilized the hungry and starving children of this planet rather than waste them over men.

Comments

Anonymous said…
Gyan Paapi!!!
11:46 AM
Thomas said…
Hello from Seattle via Houston.
3:03 AM
Unknown said…
DYOU mean the Chittaranjan Park pujo
7:57 PM
ichatteralot said…
@Thomas: Hi there - nice seeing you here!

@Eve's Lungs: No I lived in Defence Colony. Are you a Delhi-ite too
10:33 PM
Nautilus said…
Easier said than done, isn't it? :-)

The hungry and straving don't need our tears...
7:41 AM
Nautilus said…
oops, I meant starving :-)
7:49 AM
Kausum said…
I never knew men had compartments. Wow, I have started defining mine now.

So you intend to just spare a tear for the hungry and the starving. Isnt there more, you can do.
8:11 PM
ichatteralot said…
@Nautilus: OH YES - hard to put it into practice! Nobody needs our tears I guess...

@Kausum: I didn't know men had compartments til I read this! What are your compartments?

I can do plenty of other things - maybe I will talk about them in subsequent posts!
11:13 AM
Kausum said…
I am still thinking of making those compartments. How easy, it would be for all of us to have separate relationships and since you know they are in that compartment, how easy it would be for separate emotions, or would it be easy?
9:59 PM
ichatteralot said…
@Kausum: The compartment theory has intrigued me and it seems that most men who have power, money and are in their 40s think this way. Its all about having and eating cakes and the lot seems to have mastered this thought process.
8:07 PM
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