God must not be sought only when troubles come, the way one craves pickle when the mouth has lost its taste. Yet, perhaps it is the might of this Kali age, but wherever one looks, it is this ostentatious Bhakti that is dancing its tāṇḍava. Whether among those said to be sādhakas, however great, or among devotees who have made great sacrifices and worship thinking, “God alone is our all,” one keeps seeing acts that put Bhakti on display according to the time, the activity and the place. Many people, when they go on pilgrimages, when they go for the darśan of elders, or when they go to temples, put on the burqa called ‘Bhakti’. As soon as they are back home, neither that contemplation nor those feelings are to be found, search as one may; however hard one tries, they do not appear. Such conduct does not deserve to be called Bhakti.