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Priest dies & is awaiting his turn in line at the Heaven's Gates. Ahead of him is a guy, nattily dressed, in dark sun glasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket & jeans. Lord Dharamraj asks him : Please tell me who are you , so that I may know whether to admit you into the kingdom of Heaven or not ? The guy replies : I am Banta Singh, taxi driver from New Delhi ! Lord Dharamraj consults his ledger ( Bahi khaata ), smiles & says to Banta Singh : Please take this silken robe & golden staff & enter the Kingdom of Heaven. Now it is the priest's turn. He stands erect and speaks out in a booming voice : I am Sant Shiromani Baba so & so 1008, Head Priest of the so & so Temple for the last 40 years. Lord Dharamraj consults his ledger & says to the Priest : Please take this cotton robe & wooden staff & enter the Kingdom of Heaven. "Just a minute," says the agonised Priest. How is that a foul mouthed, rash driving Taxi Driver is given a Silver robe & a Golden staff, and me, a Priest , who's spent his whole life preaching your Name & goodness has to make do with a Cotton robe & a Wooden staff ? " Results my friend, results," shrugs Lord Dharamraj. While you preached, people SLEPT ; but when he drove his taxi, people PRAYED. Moral of the story: Its PERFORMANCE & not POSITION that ultimately counts. |
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