Throw Out the Other Slipper..!

Once when my wife had gone to New York to see our daughter, I was on my own, and quite often ordered food from hotels nearby. One morning it was spicy vadas which I’d got out of bed dreaming about! The hotel sends me a lot of sambar, which from previous occasions I’ve found reappear later on my table along with my dinner or lunch. The sambar, though tasting good with the hotel food doesn’t go well with the food cooked at home, maybe because it’s a tad sweet, and my tooth, though in love with all things sweet, still prefers rice or chapati not tasting syrupy sweet!

“Throw the rest of the sambar away!” I told my cook, when she came later in the day, “I don’t want it!”

She looked at me strangely, then asked, “May I take it home and use it sir?”

And she did.

And as she walked away, holding the sambar in a vessel she had borrowed, there was a deep sense of guilt within me as I seemed to hear the sambar whisper back at me, “You see Bob, what you wanted to waste is somebody’s meal!”

“Yes!” I whispered back to my retreating sambar, “There’s a lesson I’ve learned today!”

It’s about how much we waste. Ever so often I go to a buffet counter at a wedding, and fill my plate, thinking that it doesn’t matter, “Anyway my host is paying by the plate!” It’s just a matter of time before my eyes start looking around, not for more food, but trying to locate the bin where I can very quietly throw my plate still laden with leftovers. And very quietly, I tiptoe to the bin, and in one swift motion, so others won’t notice how greedily I’d filled my plate, I throw the plate in. Behind me, I notice others coming with plates half full, and after I’ve gone, doing the same thing.

Have you ever sat at a bay window at a restaurant, and seen the waiter hurriedly, shooing away urchins or their parents, before you notice them staring hungrily at your plate?

Maybe, next time, I waste, I need to feel those hungry pair of eyes, and know that my wasted portions could well be his or hers meal for the whole day.

Suddenly, I realise it’s not just about food, as I look at the torn shirt of the one who collects my garbage and remember, how some of my shirts and pants, out of fashion now, lie unused, and unremembered in some trunk.

“I’m meant to be eaten, Bob!” shouts my sambar joyfully in my imagination, from the plates of a happy family!

As I finish this piece, I remember Gandhiji and his thoughtfulness when his slipper came off while he was boarding a train. He quickly threw out his other slipper saying, “Let some poor person benefit, by having a pair..!


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2 thoughts on “Throw Out the Other Slipper..!”

  1. We all notice the same repeatedly at marriage party and other functions food being wasted. It’s very painful. At the same time we have many shirts and pants lying unused for a long time and unused saaree for women which should be given to needy persons maid, Gardner,and many poor people. We have to learn the habits of sharing excess belongings. God bless us to be helpful to needy persons ????????

  2. I remember how annoyed I was seeing throwing of a chicken leg by a woman. I thought it a poor example to the children.My dad told us, ‘Waste not, want not. I said it to my children. My sister obeyed but not my niece. Thank you for the incident you shared about Gandhiji. That’s a noble act

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