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Thursday, December 27, 2012

Food For Thought

Some people who we know from a long time leaves a great impression on our mind, but sometimes some people who we just know by faces leaves a much deeper impression. Such a deeper impression is left on me by Hemant.

 Hemant is the Manager of a Restaurant in my town.
He is always in a good mood and always has something positive to say. When someone would ask him "how he was doing", he would always reply, "If I were any better, I would be twins!"
Many of the waiters at his restaurant quit their jobs when he changed jobs, so they could follow him around from restaurant to restaurant. The reason the waiters followed Hemant was because of his attitude. He was a natural motivator. If an employee was having a bad day, Hemant was always there, telling the employee how to look on the positive side of the situation.
Seeing this style really made me curious. So, one day, while I was having diner in his restaurant with my family,  I went up to Hemant and asked him, "I don't get it! No one can be a positive person all the time. How do you do it?"
Hemant replied, "Each morning I wake up and say to myself, I have two choices today, I can choose to be in a good mood or I can choose to be in a bad mood. I always choose to be in a good mood.
Each time something bad happens, I can choose to be a victim or I can choose to learn from it. I always choose to learn from it.
Every time someone comes to me complaining, I can choose to accept their complaining or I can point out the positive side of life. I always choose the positive side of life."
"But it's not always that easy," I protested.
"Yes, it is," Hemant said, Life is all about choices. When you cut away all the junk, every situation is a choice. You choose how you react to situations. You choose how people will affect your mood. You choose to be in a good mood or bad mood. It's your choice how you live your life."
Several years later, I heard that Hemant accidentally did something you are never supposed to do in the business: he left the back door of his restaurant open one morning and was robbed by armed men. While trying to open the safe, his hand, shaking from nervousness slipped off the combination. The robbers panicked and shot him. Luckily, Hemant was found quickly and rushed to the hospital. After 18 hours of surgery and weeks of intensive care, Hemant was released from the hospital with fragments of the bullets still in his body.
I saw Hemant yesterday about six months after the accident. I thought after suffering so much, his attitude towards life must have changed by now, but, when I asked him how he was, he replied, "If I were any better, I'd be twins. Want to see my scars?" I declined to see his wounds, but did ask him what had gone through his mind as the robbery took place.
"The first thing that went through my mind was that I should have locked the back door," Hemant replied. "Then, after they shot me, as I lay on the floor, I remembered that I had two choices: I could choose to live or choose to die. I chose to live."
"Weren't you scared?" I asked.
Hemant continued, "The paramedics were great. They kept telling me I was going to be fine. But when they wheeled me into the Emergency Room and I saw the expressions on the faces of the doctors and nurses, I got really scared. In their eyes, I read 'He's a dead man.' I knew I needed to take action."
"What did you do?" I asked.
"Well, there was a big nurse shouting questions at me," said Hemant. "She asked if I was allergic to anything." 'Yes,' I replied. The doctors and nurses stopped working as they waited for my reply. I took a deep breath and yelled, 'Bullets!' Over their laughter, I told them, 'I am choosing to live. Please operate on me as if I am alive, not dead'."
Hemant lived, thanks to the skill of his doctors, but also because of his amazing attitude.

I learned from him that every day you have the choice to either enjoy your life or to hate it.
The only thing that is truly yours --that no one can control or take from you – is your attitude, so if you can take care of that, everything else in life becomes much easier.

I was wasting my life till yesterday, but when I met Hemant, his positivity amazed me. Its because of him I realized that whats over is over and I must enjoy my life. Future has something definitely better for me.
Life is too short to cry daily, to live in regrets daily, to think about the same thing daily, to disturb the present by worrying about past, to remain tensed all the time.
Life is all about moving on, all about finding happiness in small things, all about treasuring the beautiful people of your life.
May be you should also learn from him and be happy always.
Thanks a lot Hemant.

P.S.- Want to know who is Hemant?? Want to see his photograph? Look within yourself, he must be sitting there, but you need a deeper insight to find him, because your daily worries and regrets have hided him somewhere. Remove all your worries, tensions, regrets and you will find Hemant standing there.


  1. nice takes courage to unload your worries and regrets...

    1. Thanks a lot
      and yes you are right
      thats what I am doing from the past so many days


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