The art of giving has been debated topic. The print and electronic media have placed the Warren Buffets of the world against the Unca Scrooges of our nation. as yours truly was skimming through one such report, the mind skipped merrily to a conversation a few days ago. The young boss had pointed out how miserly he had appeared in comparison to his chauffeur. Quite unlike Mr. Dithers of the Blondie strip.
The chauffeur had apparently a distant relative who had acquainted himself on his arrival in the city. The distant relative had, thereafter, succumbed along with his spouse to a cylinder blast leaving two children who were battling for life. The grandparents dismissed these grandchildren as ill omens. This fellow who was there for the last rites could not leave them and left no stone unturned for their survival. One child survived while the other continued to be critical. A TV channel which covered the story sponsored the treatment while he adopted the kids. Neither the channel nor he made a fanfare of it. Naturally, he assumed the role of the poor Brahmin who gave away the flour which was meant to feed his family of which a portion fell on a mongoose which turned gold in the Mahabharata tale.
These tales which strictly follow the golden principle that let not one hand know what the other gives. While the West follows the principle of propagation to encourage values, we probably still give without fanfare. The recent acts wherein the act of giving is in front of cameras, thus, goes quite against our traits. Any takers???
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Mother is our 1st teacher .
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