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).

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Owner of the Emerald – story and a lesson

Here is a short true story with a few facts changed. It was published once in Time magazine. It’s a story of an Emerald stone.

There was a doctor who owned Emerald. He never had clue what it was. For him it was only a decorative stone he found somewhere once. After all he started using that stone as a paper weight in his office.

Gachala Emerald

One day a man walks into his office for some business who happened to have a lot of knowledge and value for jewellery and stones. He saw this Emerald sitting on the desk, which should actually belong all the way back hidden in some sort of safe. He instantly offered the doctor if he can buy the stone and settled a deal for a million dollars (trying not to be very unfair). The doctor was surprised and actually happy to struck such a deal that day.

After a month that man sold the Emerald for over 11 million dollars. That money could have been made by the doctor, but it didn’t work for him. Why? Only because he did not have any value for what he owned.

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Us and that doctor are so much alike. Often we do not understand the value of the character or talents that we possess and inspite of being owner of such valuable treasures we try to find happiness outside in materialistic pleasure. It is us who do not spend time and efforts to search the inside of ourselves to discover what potential we may have.

Arabs were poor before they figured out that there is a big load of treasure right under their feet – the oil. Once they found it look how rich they are now.

Same is this cartoon here, Speedy thinking he lost the map to get to the mountain while its right there sticking on his shell where he can’t see.

All of us are filled with such treasures. Think hard, try harder to look inside what good qualities you are filled with and use them for your benefit.

That’s the beauty of life – We spend whole life looking for something which is often found right under our feet. 

Have a good day. Thank you for reading.