Why are we always afraid to acknowledge the truth, why do we fear pain, why we hate tears, why we run away from the bad and evil and never stand up and face, why do we look for alternative measures in the time of crisis, why do we pray when we are down rather than to stand up and give our best shot, why? Why does grass always look greener at the other end, why does everyone else around look better off than us in some way or other, why does our pain look greater than everyone else we know and our joy smaller, why are we never content with what we get, no matter how much we have gained through the years, why? Why does a child take birth? Is there any special purpose? Will it make a difference if he was not there? Why can’t we decide when to die? Why do we fear death, when we are certain it will come for sure? Why we try to avoid thinking what if people we love are not there with us? Why we cherish only the good times, which fly away, and not acknowledge the bad ones, which make us tough, which help us identify our friends n foe? Why do we belong to some specific religion? Why are the people divided in various religions when we all know GOD is one? Why do people have to die for their religion? Why, we are not just taken as human beings but are described by our color, creed, religion, caste n sex?