A few years ago, a true story about a great player of his time, namely Arthur Ashe shuddered my thoughts like anything. He was African-American and had millions of fans all over the world. A great player and a thorough gentleman,In 1975, Ashe won Wimbledon, unexpectedly defeating Jimmy Connors.

In 1988, Ashe discovered he had contracted HIV during the blood transfusions he had received during one of his two heart surgeries. He and his wife kept his illness private until 1992, when the news leaked. Soon Ash started getting lots of mail.

Many asked him as to why did God choose him of all the people while he had not done anything wrong in his life? To this Ashe’s reply was, “All over the world some million teenagers aspire to become tennis players. Out of these million may be a hundred thousand reach to some sort of proficiency. Of them only a few thousand play in some circuit and only a hundred or so play the grand slam. Finally only two reach the final of Wimbledon. When I was standing with the trophy of Wimbledon in my hand I never questioned God “Why Me?” And now what right do I have to ask God “Why Me?” Ashe died in 1993.

Questioning the misfortunes that fall upon our peaceful days has almost become one of our habits to the extend of forgetting every graceful gift that life brought to us all through these years. Contentment is a virtue that the market cannot offer. It should arise from our innermost being. the tragedy of life is to pass days and months without raising our minds in gratitude to that unseen love that overshadows our fragile lives. Live with your hands folded and eyes tearful and that alone makes you human in letter and spirit