Most of us go through life, thinking we are God’s gift to mankind or is it woman kind? We strut around, swagger and feel we are indispensable to home or company. “What would my family ever do without me?” we wonder, little realizing they could manage pretty well without us.

A little boy went into a drug store, reached for a soda carton and pulled in over to the telephone. He climbed onto the carton so that he could reach the buttons on the phone and proceeded to punch in seven digits.

Once while reaching out for the soap in the bathtub, I slipped and fell. My feet shot into the air and I fell with a thud on my back. I gingerly opened my eyes and found that except for a slightly bruised elbow, I was none the worse for the fall. I cautiously glanced around; I could have hit my head on the side of the tub, have blacked out or fallen over. I looked up and whispered a silent prayer to God, then suddenly felt ashamed: It had been a long while since I’d talked to Him.

                          A few years ago V. Bhaskaran, coach of the Indian hockey team lamented the fact that his team was losing because of bad luck and bad umpiring! “I am proud of my brave boys!” he said, “and they deserved to win but were robbed off victory by bad luck….”

                          And he gave a number of reasons why luck had passed them by.

Social drinking is increasing by the day, and there is not a party I attend that does not serve liquor. I have no problems of liquor being served, but about how liquor is drunk. In our country, the whole idea about having a drink is either getting drunk or becoming high.

We have no idea about social drinking, about having one drink, or a maximum of two, and stopping just when one feels good.

 ‘Mr. Singh our honorary secretary is coming to visit us now,’ said my wife putting down the phone, ‘he said it was a business visit.’

 ‘Does he have any other business than being our society’s secretary?’ I asked surprised. ‘All I’ve seen him doing is instructing the watchman how to salute him, shouting at the sweeper to clean his car or yelling at the pump-man to carry his bags up. What other work does he do?’