Why is it that we so rarely stop to count our blessings?

I have always been slightly leery of our Indian tendency to adopt every festival from around the world and make it our own. Growing up, I wasn’t even aware of something called Valentine’s Day. But by the time I had attained adulthood, February 14 was a full-blown festival of love, complete with red roses, strawberries, pink champagne, guff-filled greeting cards and the obligatory, over-priced, romantic dinner for two.