I took a long walk with Tracey, I told her everything what I had been thinking since the day I met her first time. It was impressive to find out she has a proper job at the bank in city center but she just does this volunteer thing for 4 hours on one of her days off. She just wants to help and make a difference as a volunteer. That made me again think of the book I wanted to write about. This time may be about the volunteer’s life, but like always I did not have questions coming in my head that I could ask her to inspire my thoughts grow further. I did the best I could to come up with questions. I actually got away with a fact that just like what I did that day, many others just put some spare change in their collection box. I guess it is the generosity decreasing and fading away from this world. Besides that I also found out what difference it could make if you do sponsor a kid. Becoming someone’s sponsor, sharing letters back and forth; having someone to tell what is good from bad; having someone who looks up to you, it all just lifts up your life to a whole new floor where all respectable people may belong. We all demand to be respected; seldom have we done things that earn us that respect and self-satisfaction.
That night I went to bed with a realization. Realization of the fact in my head, that I only shared spare change for such kids in need instead of myself committing to sponsor one of them. I thought of those African kids Tracey talked about. I also realised there are certainly so many kids in India as well who seek help and if this help is given in a proper way, who knows they may grow up to be a teacher or a doctor. May be one of those kids is really capable of making a big difference in this world someday, but he or she would be wasted just because no one cared to know if that kid has a potential to make a difference. Because we have everything; because we get used to all that we have; because we are getting used to not appreciate; we do not realise what those kids are missing in their life. We all are grown habituated that way. We do not seem to care to sit and take time to think of what someone else may not be having that we may have a lot, that we may be able to share a little with them who might be totally missing out on it. I really wanted to start sponsoring one of those kids that Tracey told me about, which indeed was absolutely affordable even for that next best to the minimum wages I was working on as a cook. I knew there was goodness inside me, but now it made me question why it did not come out before? What took me so long?
(Taken from my upcoming book “How to write a book?” – Vighnesh Acharya)
Every time we would have a busy night at work, all of us would get out of the kitchen together and meet at the bar next door for a nice chilled pint of beer. And then go to Charlie’s the only amazing place to have the best fish and chips. Charlie only opened his small store after 6pm every night till midnight. Within 6 hours he would make big money. Only reason he could do that, was his consistent smile and quality he would serve his customers. People would line up outside his store from 4.30pm to eat there. Chef Gray told me once, Charlie was the best example I can study over “willingness”. Chef Gray strongly believed that he succeeded because he was willing. He knew Charlie since 1997. When he first opened his store he had a few assortments on the menu that he used to cook. Still he barely had 10 people eating in one evening at his store. For over 7 months he kept on with the same low business. Chef told me he used to observe that Charlie would keep changing his recipes or daily specials to come up with new creations. Only thing that kept Charlie going was his willingness to succeed. Over a period of few months Charlie figured out what his customers like and today Charlie is only serving Fish and Chips and he has at least 150 people eating at his store in a single evening. He never advertises for his business. He only keeps the quality consistent. He delivers the same quality every day. He is willing to greet his customers with that same broad smile; he is willing to cook; he is willing to keep that passion for cooking at the best and knows just how to have his team keep up with it too.
That night walking back home was different. I was thinking of Chef Gray and Charlie who are setting good example for people like me who are starting to climb the first few steps in the ladder of their career. I thought of appreciating these people by thinking “may be there could be a book about them and lot of others out there may get inspired by their work”. My writer brain was trying to wake up. I was growing tired of my head trying to figure out what book to write, yet it was keeping me entertained. I started thinking it is not about what you end up doing or where you end up going, it is more about having fun doing it or getting there. You just have to be in the moment and enjoy what you are doing no matter what would be the final result. Living is easy, tough part is not to let it turn into survival. There is a thin line between living and surviving. I often recognize people without passion as survivals in this world. If you have no smile, no fun, no passion that you live for you are not really living. Life comes with breathing; with feeling. Moments pass by you quickly, you have to capture every moment and turn it into something great, something memorable, and something amazing. Then you can feel that you are alive and you are living, and not surviving like some of us are.