I was eating and very engrossed in using my phone (which I normally do when I am alone) at KFC in a mall, when I noticed a man moving fast from one table to another. At first I thought he is a person working there and cleaning the tables but after a while I saw him collecting leftovers from different tables. He looked homeless and a bit different mentally. He collected few half empty plates and Pepsi cups, and sat down to eat on one of the tables. I had ordered two piece of chicken and cheese fries. I walked up to him and offered him my cheese fries (not that I didn’t want to give him chicken piece but I had already messed with it). At first, he seemed a bit awkward but then he took it from me. I came back to my seat and sat down to eat again. As he was eating, the lady beside his table offered him a chicken piece and after a while, a man handed him something secretly. Thank god! The waiter didn’t chase him away. He ate what he got and left after a while.
With that I remembered an incident during my trip to mustang. While I and my friend were having dinner and the waiter served him quite a big portion of rice as the second serving; My friend, without wasting a single grain finished all the food. I sat there in front of him—shocked—asking myself how much could he eat. But now I think I asked myself a wrong question. I should be asking how much food do we waste in each serving? How many people in disaster and war-stricken regions get to eat each day?
We waste so much food and so many other things in life that could mean everything to someone else. That day I learnt the value of things (though small) we get every day.
By Hemanta Lamichhane