Language No Bar.

Dear Shiva
A brilliant post that tugs at the heart!

A very affluent industrialist had to attend the funeral of his mentor who was indeed bigger than him. As he was watching the proceedings, the relatives of the dead man removed all the valuables from his body before it was consigned to the flame. Our industrialist became mentally very disturbed. He thought what was the use of spending the whole life chasing wealth when everything was taken away from us when it was time to go back whence we came, carrying none of the things in the pursuit of which we spent the whole life. When he returned to his place, he called all his staff and told them that he must find a way to carry all his wealth to the Heaven when he died. If he could not find a way to do it, he would close down all his business as he saw no point in pursuing it if he had to leave everything behind. His employees were shocked at this crazy condition. While they were breaking their heads to find a solution, a senior and pious employee came before the industrialist to announce that he could suggest a way.

He said that if we wished to go abroad, we converted our currency to what was legally acceptable in the other country. If we visited US, we changed it into dollars. Likewise, we also tried to learn the language of that country. After our death, we would go to that place where the only currency that would be accepted was “Punya” So the old employee advised the industrialist to convert all his wealth into Punya in order that he could continue to enjoy the benefit in Heaven too!

Likewise he informed him, that the language of love was universally understood and recognized even in the heavens.

When I read your wonderful post, I remembered this story. For someone of your age, it is heartening to see that you are able to inherit the values of life from such daily occurrences. God bless you!

Sri