My Magical Rock

(The following does not have to hit you as hard it hit me because I believed. If you believe you would love what you are going to read. If you do not believe I hope something would happen to you soon that will make you believe.)

The title is pretty clear to explain that I have a magical rock. I mean I really do. It was not a metaphor to some philosophy or life lesson. Here is a story for you.

Long ago – almost a year ago; I watched that video (documentary) they made from the book “the secret”. It was impressive at some points. In that there was a story of a man who had this little rock that he called “a gratitude rock”. What he used to do is now and then he would hold that stone in his hands and say things he is very thankful for. Nothing to do with the stone here, it’s just some idea he came up with. He would even carry the stone to make sure at least once or twice a day he does this “thank you for this and that” routine. 

Once when his friend’s son was sick, he sent this rock to him. They put the rock under this kids pillow or something (as I vaguely remember) and in few days the kid was cured; while good medicines did not seem to work for him. The point is this positive energy of being thankful was transformed into that rock over a period.

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Now, that story impressed me. I have no friend with a sick kid or no such mission to carry out, but the idea sounded perfect. The idea of having something that reminds you to be thankful to things and people you have around now and then. And so I started looking for my rock. My only purpose to have a rock that time was to start being thankful and appreciate more in my life.

When I started looking for this rock, I was determined to find something outstanding; something with a style and attitude of its own. It was almost like picking a star cast for a movie that has a potential to win Oscar. Then I started looking for that rock every where I go. On the streets when I am walking; in the park literally searching for it; hiking near the lake, I tried all I could. It was over a week to 10 days I seemed to find no rock that caught my eye or spoke to me.

One morning when I was at work – in the kitchen I had to put away a huge food-order delivery for a busy week. Doing my job like a normal day. Emptying boxes of produce one after another. Potatoes; tomatoes; eggplant, it actually was getting tiring. Then came the box of green beans. As soon as I turned over the box of green beans into a plastic crate there it appeared. The rock that I was looking for past 2 weeks. I wanted a little rock that was impressive with its style; that had an attitude; the one that will speak to me and make me pick it up. I was looking for it out in the streets and in the park but none of those million rocks spoke to me. And here, this one little rock came travelling to me all the way from “I don’t know where”.

 The one here and above is the picture of that rock I found. I found it had style and attitude. Why? Because it came looking for me all the way inside my work place kitchen, where even a fly cannot get in. Barely there is a bunch of cilantro with a little sand in it once in a while. Having this huge rock was just the most surprising thing I ever imagined in a produce order. And so I believed that very instant. I believed that’s gotta be it and so I kept it.

It was one of those happy days in my life. It felt great within to experience something amazing like this. They always said, “Look harder; try harder and you shall get it.” Well, I did look and try hard to find that rock and I think I tried a bit too hard and made this rock travel to me.

Later I kept it with me along with my other “holy” stuff (I’m a bit of religious guy). Reason keeping it with my chanting beads and other little talismans is because I do sit down to pray almost everyday. I tried carrying it with me but was scared it may scratch of the screen on my phone etc. was not a good idea to carry it everywhere. Ever since that day, when I sit down to pray; I hold this rock in my fist and think of all the people and things I am thankful for that includes, “My job (like it or not I am thankful for having one); my family (each with a different gift); my friends (each having little secret of mine to keep); my laptop; my phone…pretty much everything I love or use a lot and can think of at that time.

It really helps. Not by feeding positive energy and life into that rock, but by reminding myself of what surround me and how incomplete or unhappy I may have been if it was not for those things and people in my life. It really helps to realize everyday or now and then, that how good it feels to be thankful.

Hope you all have a good start to your week. In case you missed yesterday’s cartoon “blogs this week”. Check it out. It will give you an idea of what else is coming up this week.

Thank you for reading. Have a great Monday (who am I kidding? We all know Mondays are bad and lazy).

High Spirits – Where is all the excitement?

Hope everyone had a good Easter. Mine was great, especially the lunch at work.

Some of you know I am a cook and so I was working my Easter Sunday Lunch at the retirement home carving “honey and mustard roasted ham”. Now, the best part of working on a carving station is feeling the fun and energy in the room full of guests. It’s always been the best part of it, at least for me. While working for a hotel in Arizona I enjoyed Mariachi bands playing, mostly when I worked on a carving station. Yesterday I enjoyed live music. Music that was old school but great.

Now, in the middle of all this I took a pause just to look at every table in the room smiling and cheering. Everyone was happy enjoying the lunch. The best part was noticing most of the residents who are of course around 80 years old dancing to the beats on their way to grab the plate. Only group of people in the room not enjoying as much was the staff that was busy making this happen. Even they joined in the fun once they got in a smooth flow. There were so many thoughts rushing through my head in that single hour or two.

One way to look at this was, the “employees” who were not enjoying while making this happen. It reminded me of something similar to what trees do, they just give. They burn in the sun giving us the shadow; fruits and even rain eventually. It was these employees who were there working on Easter Sunday, so that these families can sit together and enjoy the lunch (thank you if one of those employees happen to read this). Honestly, for people who cook or serve; the holidays are toughest on them. It is the time when everyone else is on a vacation and they are working even more.

Another view was when I look at old folks dancing I was feeling the life and excitement still on the top at that age, while there are so many of us – the young ones who are just busy looking tensed; forgetting to smile; rushing in and out of apple store in the mall like machines. Our bodies are more energized than a body that has aged 80 years, yet we want to waste the energy running after money or  buses instead. If you look around it is hard to find someone just lost in a moment. May be no one does it anymore?

The thinking continued again arguing my own thoughts that there is a possibility these retired folks are enjoying now, because they passed the phase we are in today. Possibly they were just as tensed and busy running around at our age? But now may be it is because they are close to “pack the bags and go home” they are realizing the fun part of life in every little moment passing by. If this is the truth then shall we learn from them and start finding life in every second or a minute? Or shall we wait till we get retired and old, to realize this ourselves; to make best out of the time that is left? How are we going to work this out? Where is all the excitement that we should be feeling while we are young? Is excitement only left, reserved for the clubs when we get drunk to the beats full of abusing lyrics? (You would agree to this if you think why “Raindrops keep falling on my head” is not as much fun anymore.)

Why can’t we be little more excited for things? Why are we excited when things are new to us and the excitement melts away with the time? One thing I always notice with people is when they have a job they are too excited and thankful. I guarantee something strange must be happening that makes them curse that same job 5 months down the line. We do not carry the same excitement thoroughly to what we do or what we have and we really need to figure this out now before it feels like too late.

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Have a lovely Monday (who am I kidding, right?)