Positive thinking, a term that we all know, we have heard
why it is important, know various stories regarding it. At some point of life,
everyone gets this lecture on importance of positive thinking and nearly all of
us honestly consider it crap. I was no different. Yes yes, I know what you are
thinking, her goes another lecture, another blog on this standard BS but read
on, may be it helps…
I was a very negative person, ask my friends; every good
thing had negativity for me. I got so many lectures from my friends to stay positive
but my ears were closed. When they were open, I heard from one ear and it went
out through the other one. I had everything, intelligence, charm, friends and
yet I used to curse myself on something or the other; even god sometimes for
all kinds of stuff. I was always longing for what I didn’t have with me, for
what others had with them. In short, I would just sulk.
Last week, as per my course of studies, I had to undergo a
week’s training. It was supposed to be regarding grooming of an individual and
on know how of professional environment. I knew it’d be boring but it was a compulsion
to attend and so I went.
That is what changed me. Everyone came and said something or
the other. Not so important to state here but what is wroth mentioning is what
some of them said. What they told me about positivity, the basic meaning and the
importance of it. Hell I had never thought anything could change my negativity
but this mere one week, of which just 2-3 lectures were on positive thinking,
changed me. Not completely, but enough to make me stay happy and keep away my
all time favorite depressed and cranky mode. It was the little things they told
me, the small stories, their words, that moved me from within and not just from
outside. The reward is what god gave me; out of the blue the best students of
class were disqualified the last day for a bunk which they didn’t even try of
doing on the first 6 days. The last day they did it? I guess it was god working.
To appreciate my positivity may be… I’m saying this cause on the last day, out
of the blue, I got best students award.
The story that made me stop the all time sulk mode was of
Arthur Ashe. Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player was dying of Cancer.
From world over, he received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed: “why
does god have to select you for such a bad disease?”. To this Arthur Ashe
replied: “ the world over- 5 crore children start playing tennis, 50 lakh learn
to play tennis, 5 lakh learn professional tennis, 50,000 cone to circuit, 5000
reach the grand slams, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi final, 2 to the finals,
when I was holding a cup, I never asked god “ why me?”. And today I pain I should not be asking god “why
me?”
I had everything yet cursed myself (sometimes even god too)
for what I was. How dumb of me. Thank god!! I realized this before loosing
everything or anything. Various other stories, various other examples, changed
me. Not just for the sake of saying it, but really. Now I see a happy me. Hope
I stay this way!!
Now if someone asks me to describe this glass, I’d say it’s
full, half water and half air. Air is the god’s grace on us, which we ignore to
see even when we know it is there. Lastly, I’d say, if you’re still reading,
let everything be positive, happy, charming and glowing.
The ray of hope is finally visible to me now J
