CAPSULES: 16 " Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep and you weep alone"

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CAPSULES: 16  A Regular Column on every Tuesday

BY WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

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CAPSULES: 16 This is my regular column writing on every Tuesday's to help those who have problems with their own life and to make a story-related article for the problems with their own life and to make a story-related article for the benefit of our readers. Many subjects can be brought to light through this column. Why doctors prescribe capsules? Capsules are easier to swallow and are used by manufacturers when the drug can’t be compacted into a solid tablet. They are also useful when the drug needs to be mixed with oil or other liquid to aid absorption in the body. It is normally a shell or container made of gelatin that contains the drug. Like this, In our daily life, there are so many issues which cannot be solved or swallowed by many people. This column will be a weekly wise posting story lines or threads on various issues by me. Today's subject is related with " Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep and you weep alone"

- WILLIAMSJI MAVELI

Laugh and the world laughs with you, weep and you weep alone.

The famous American Poetess Ella Wheeler Wilcox can be said to be the originator of this saying. In her poem, titled "  Solitude" , She has expressed this idea although not in its present form. Whoever you are happy other people will like to share your company. They will be glad to share your joy because doing that is a pleasurable experience. By sharing your joyous moments, they will also be happy. But, if you are sad and moody, they will try to keep away from you. By sharing sadness with you, they too will lose whatever happiness they had. Losing happiness is a painful experience nobody can sincerely share another one's sorrow. Others will say a few consoling words and will leave you to your sorrows.

The Poem

Solitude

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Laugh, and the world laughs with you;

Weep and you weep alone,

For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth,

But has trouble enough of its own,

Sing, and the hills will answer;

Sigh, it is lost on the air.

The echoes bound to be a joyful sound,

But shrink from voicing care.

Rejoice, and men will seek you;

Weep, and you weep alobe.

For the sad old earth must borrow it's mirth,

But has trouble enough of its own.

Sing, and the hills will answer;

Sigh, it is lost on the air,

The echoes bound to a joyful sound,

But shrink from voicing care,

Rejoice, and men will seek you;

Grieve, and they turn and go.

They want full measure of your pleasure,

But they do not need your woe.

Be glad , and your friends are  many;

Be sad, and you lose them all

They are none to decline your nectared wine,

But alone you must drink life's gall

Feast and your halls are crowded;

Fast and the world goes by.

Succeed and give and it helps you live,

But no man can help you die.

There is room in the halls of pleasure

For a long and lordly train

But one by one we must all file on

Through the narrow aisles of pain.

Poetess Ella Wheeler Wilcox

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WILLIAMSJI MAVELI