Today I shudder to see more and more photographs and pictures of donations and acts of giving. “Do not let your left hand know what your right hand is doing!’ say the holy scriptures. But do we listen? All I see are photos of acts of giving, circulated to everybody through whatsapp, email or Facebook!

“Look what I’ve done!” shout the pictures shamelessly.

I remember seeing this ad for a motorbike, with a handsome hunk riding it.

What a bike, what a machine, what a guy, what a helmet.

I looked at the ad. At the four stroke state of the art engineering marvel, that responded to full throttle by breaking through performance barriers…….whatever that meant.

I looked at the sheer excitement on the young man’s face, as he looked at the road ahead and as he felt the slim arms that held his waist…

“Ma,” asked the little girl, scampering after her mother, “What’s Good Friday?”

“It’s the day Jesus died on the cross!” said the mother as she smiled at her daughter’s widening eyes, knowing what the next question would be.

“If Jesus died on the cross, how can it be a good day ma?” asked the child.

Once when my wife had gone to New York to see our daughter, I was on my own, and quite often ordered food from hotels nearby. One morning it was spicy vadas which I’d got out of bed dreaming about! The hotel sends me a lot of sambar, which from previous occasions I’ve found reappear later on my table along with my dinner or lunch. The sambar, though tasting good with the hotel food doesn’t go well with the food cooked at home, maybe because it’s a tad sweet, and my tooth, though in love with all things sweet, still prefers rice or chapati not tasting syrupy sweet!

Something I’ve noticed abroad, and hardly ever here, are people moving aside to give another the right of way. It could be anyone standing on the aisle inside a store, and when someone walks towards them, he or she doesn’t have to edge past, but the person in their path moves to a side, because the other has the right of way.

But have you seen what happens here? Just drive by a bus stop. Each person standing there, moves farther and farther onto the road to catch the first glimpse of the soon to arrive bus, and if you drive by, you won’t have anyone moving back, oh no, you are expected to steer your vehicle onto the opposite lane, into the path of an approaching car, risk your life, and those in the other car, while all the while this lot will stand steadfastly rooted to their spot.