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Spending a lot of time in watching Television is what we do generally. After my parents' advise , I started watching news . Initially it was good, interesting and helpful. But later it turned to be humiliating and harsh. It only sticked to crime  reports all over the country. I started remaining disturbed in my life, in classes, in bathrooms, while  studying. In other words these reports ruined my life. I mean , I wasn't Sasai any more. These reports also chased me in my dreams. I wanted to wash them out from my mind, I wanted a solution, a remedy that really worked.
     I asked my father & all I found were the names of the boss of all crimes, they were castes, religions and countries. These three words leaded all crimes.
     But what were these things? They are limitless boundaries of separation. The boundary of land-"countries", the boundary of God-"religions", the boundary of unknown, unsocial, level -"caste". These boundaries separate the people and makes them opponent of each other .
     But do they have a common factor? Yes , and that if GOD . Who is he/she? I don't know. What are his/her intentions behind this chaos. Mass killings, Executions, Bombing and murders are just like board games for his/her  follower. Some say that he/she is the creator of the world and the proofs are the holy books.
     I just want to know who is "GOD":
The one who has created the whole world with equal love and has given life to each and every one. I think he/she can't differentiate among us.
                                    Or
The one who has created the holy books & the boundaries.

I just want to meet God and ask him that 
"Why does he/she like to commit crimes? 
 Please help..........

                                   - Sasai Chandra Kumar

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