A ticket collector in a train found an old worn out wallet in a compartment full of people. He looked in side to find the name of its owner but there was no clue. All that there was some money and a picture of Krishna. He held it up and asked who does this wallet belongs to?
An old man said that's my wallet sir, please give it to me. The ticket collector said you will have to prove that it is yours. Only then I can hand it over to you.
The old man with a toothless smile said it has a picture of Krishna in it..
The ticket collector said that is no proof; any one can have a picture of Krishna in his wallet. What is special about that? Why is your picture not there in it like most normal people?
The old man took a deep breath and said, let me tell you why my picture is not there in it. My father gave me this wallet to me when I was in school. I used to get a small sum as pocket money then. I had a kept a picture of my parents in it.
When I was teenager I was greatly enamored by my good looks. I removed my parent's picture and put in one of my own. I loved to see my own face and my thick black hair.
Some years later, I got married. My wife was beautiful and I loved her a lot. I replaced my picture in this wallet with a picture of her. I spent hours gazing at her pretty face.
When my first child was born, my life entered a new chapter; I shortened my working hours to play with my baby. I went late to work and returned home early. My baby's picture occupied the prized position in my wallet.
The old man's eyes brimmed with tears as he went on. My parents passed away many years ago. Last year my wife too left for her mortal coil. My son, my only son, is too busy with his family. He has no time to look after me.
All that I had ever held so close to my heart is now far, far away from my reach. Now I have put this picture of Krishna in my wallet. It is only now that I have realized that he is the eternal companion. He will never leave me. Alas! If only I had realized this before. If only I had loved the lord all these years, with the same intensity as I loved my family, I would not have been so lonely today!
The ticket collector quietly gave the wallet to the old man. When the train stopped at the next station, he went to a book stall at the platform and asked the salesman, do you have any picture of god? I need a small one to put in my wallet.
An old man said that's my wallet sir, please give it to me. The ticket collector said you will have to prove that it is yours. Only then I can hand it over to you.
The old man with a toothless smile said it has a picture of Krishna in it..
The ticket collector said that is no proof; any one can have a picture of Krishna in his wallet. What is special about that? Why is your picture not there in it like most normal people?
The old man took a deep breath and said, let me tell you why my picture is not there in it. My father gave me this wallet to me when I was in school. I used to get a small sum as pocket money then. I had a kept a picture of my parents in it.
When I was teenager I was greatly enamored by my good looks. I removed my parent's picture and put in one of my own. I loved to see my own face and my thick black hair.
Some years later, I got married. My wife was beautiful and I loved her a lot. I replaced my picture in this wallet with a picture of her. I spent hours gazing at her pretty face.
When my first child was born, my life entered a new chapter; I shortened my working hours to play with my baby. I went late to work and returned home early. My baby's picture occupied the prized position in my wallet.
The old man's eyes brimmed with tears as he went on. My parents passed away many years ago. Last year my wife too left for her mortal coil. My son, my only son, is too busy with his family. He has no time to look after me.
All that I had ever held so close to my heart is now far, far away from my reach. Now I have put this picture of Krishna in my wallet. It is only now that I have realized that he is the eternal companion. He will never leave me. Alas! If only I had realized this before. If only I had loved the lord all these years, with the same intensity as I loved my family, I would not have been so lonely today!
The ticket collector quietly gave the wallet to the old man. When the train stopped at the next station, he went to a book stall at the platform and asked the salesman, do you have any picture of god? I need a small one to put in my wallet.
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