The Criers!

There was a saying that East, West, Home is the best. But this is no more as one's home may be his or her most dangerous place to dwell. He or she will not be free from wars, rumours of wars, bombs killing, poverty and sundry negative issues, which have characterised the world and made different people to become criers in their respective capabilities.

Home is where one is free from damages. Many have full cause for crying, because they are afraid of what the next minute would bring to them. Many are criers in their heart without showing off their beautiful teeth or have to clean up their faces, while others do.

The former set of people grief and wear the flaws of their heart around.But no matter that they do not shed tears, when you see them, agony has shown all over them.

Stanley Elkin, in his "Criers & Kibitzers, Kibitzers & Criers", writes that there's something comforting, almost soothing, about realism, and it has nothing to do with shocks of recognition -- well it wouldn't, since shocks never console -- or even with the familiarity that breeds content so much that the realistic world of literature is the one that always makes sense from a certain perspective even in its bum deals and tragedies, inasmuch a sit plays -- even showboats and grandstands -- to our passion for reason.

He goes further to write that the realistic tradition presumes to deal, he means, with cause and effect, with some deep need in readers -- in all of us-- for justice, with the demand for the explicable reap/sow benefits (or punishments), with the law of just desserts... and Nature's organic book keeping.

And since form fits and follows function, style is instructed not to make waves but merely to tag along, easy as pie, taking in everything that can be seen along the way but not much more and nothing at all of what isn't immediately available to the naked eye.