Shame sense of philanthropy!

SHAME SENSE OF PHILANTHROPY

Oh!! A cyclone in Orissa! A tsunami in Tamil Nadu! How the brook has inundated their lives. I quickly donated some meagre amount of money through my office portal. Now, the company will be conducive of passing my benevolence to the unfortunates! WOW, what a sense of Philanthropy.

I am such a kind hearted person depicting my canine loyalty towards society. Just that,

 I never cared to know if my amount reached correct hands.

I never bothered to wonder what the actual needs of dying people there are.

I never thought of the sudden demise of their life and property!

What a SHAME SENSE OF PHILANTHROPY.

Sacrifice, altruism, being ascetic comes in small acts straight from our heart rather than total abeyance.

Getting late for office, but made a point to get down, cross to reach the other side of road just to give a guava to a pauper kid and see him smile. That’s a sense of bliss and happiness.

Stopping your car only to let a bicycle wallah go first and seeing him feeling elated. That’s a sense of amiability.

Getting up at two in the midnight just to make sure if your grandma has draped her blanket cozily in this chilly, brittle winter. That’s a sense of altruism.

Damocles’ sword of deadline, but taking a moment to help a fresher sweating is way out to understand what needs to be done. That’s a sense of modesty.

Getting late for a much awaited party, only to feed your mum with garama garam chapattis, just the way she likes it. That’s a sense of unconditional love.

Understanding people. Understanding their grief. Understanding their forlornness. Understanding their desires and needs.

That is philanthropy. And not just ticking on a checkbox of donating 1 Re while making a payment of your new Fossil watch of 10k!