When masculinity harms men.

Studies show 95% of the most violent crimes are committed by men.

What's the cause?

Well, the one below, might not be the only reason, but definitely important enough to be addressed. Since childhood, the Great Indian Parents, elders, neighbours - all start yelling at a boy when he starts crying - 'ladke rote nai'.
Even if they are happy tears, still - the saying remains the same -'ladke nai rote'.Par kyun? 
Is question tak koi nai jaata.

Crying is also a form of 'expression'. When one stops expressing, in the false pretext of being too strong - all those emotions don't bury themselves, they evenually come out in some form or the other. Generally, in the form of anger, and would most probably be vented on another being considered less potent than oneself.
Every human needs to 'Emote'.
That's a basic necessity!

By abstaining one from doing so, we are making them apathetic towards fellow human beings. We are in need of a world where apathy is replaced by empathy, not one, where apathy is considered masculinity.

And by empathy, what I'm referring to is an instinctive mirroring of other's experience. As moral beings, we have the imaginative capability to place ourselves in another's situation, and form an idea of their sensations. By experiencing the pain of others, the intensity of one's reaction can be lessened, making the reaction less violent.

As Emily Bazelon puts it, "The key is to remember that almost everyone has the capacity for empathy and decency - and to tend that seed as best as we possibly can" is what makes the difference.

'Change' is 'possible'.

Adoka BAD habit.

She woke up almost crying.

Did she watch a horror movie last night?
No.

Did she have a bad dream?
Yes. She had a terrible dream.

And that terrible dream she had, had a ghost in it. This is the first ever ghost-dream she had. She had had bad dreams before, but never with a ghost in it. :o :/
Does she believe in ghosts?
Well, it depends on how dark the night is.

Whenever there's a fairytale dream, she enjoys it when she is asleep lalalalaa :) and almost forgets it after she gets up. :l She then tries hard to connect all the scattered dots from the dream. Now, when she purposefully wants to forget a dreadful dream it's vivid and clear and is coming back again and again.
She remembers how many storeys the building had, which car she drove, and how many were there in the car, on the road. Everything!
*dino face palm*

Making an effort to divert herself, she turned to her phone for an early morning read, expecting something nice. The first notification said -
"What is the best true ghost story you have heard from your friends?"
Answer -  An account of a guy's apparently true experience was shared below.

She freaked out!

The monkey in her said "C'mon the sun is out, let's give it a try."  ;)

She started reading.

Half of her saying, "Mummyyyyyyyy! Why, but why do you need to read this right now! You've lost it completely!! You freak!!!"

Half of her saying, "What's going to happen to the protagonist now???????!"
{Horror cinemalu chuste bhayamestundi, ala ani chudatam manestama? Adoka BAD habit! XD}

She stopped reading.

The story ended.

The protagonist reached a 'Punjabhi' Dhabha.
And then, it was a Santa Banta 'Joke'.
*facepalm*

The End.


P.S : Sometimes life gives you lemons, and then it would really want to give you a lemon squeezer too. If only you made an effort to not get scared! ;)