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Boss before God

Boss died.

"Why are you sending me to Hell?" he demanded of God.  "Didn't I recite prayers everyday, morning, afternoon and evening?"

God said, "Yes, Boss, you recited all the prayers.  But you were only bothered about the pronunciations.  You were not bothered about me."

"But..." said Boss with his characteristic diplomacy, 'you are God.  You should not be so egoistic."

"God is the surrender of the Ego, Boss," said God.  "Since you are still trying to be the Boss, go to Hell and learn to be the servant.  When you learn to serve, you will also learn to recite the prayers with some pronunciation mistakes.  Then I will accept you in Heaven."  

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  1. Anita SabatDecember 14, 2013 at 9:11 PM

    Sir, God showed who's the real BIG BOSS! :)
    No panga with Boss! Nice story, Sir :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 15, 2013 at 7:43 AM

      No panga... Anita. I'm learning some wonderful lessons of life...

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  2. Ashwini AshokkumarDecember 15, 2013 at 8:53 AM

    Thanks for this post. I've seen this happen so many times, yet never consciously realized that sometimes people tend to focus on the pronunciation, the details, we forget the essence

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 15, 2013 at 12:17 PM

      Exactly, Ashwini. People miss the wood for the trees, as they say in England.

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  3. Anil KrishnanunniDecember 15, 2013 at 11:40 AM

    a lesson of Humbleness :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 15, 2013 at 12:18 PM

      Even more, Anil. Accepting imperfection is important.

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  4. PallaviDecember 15, 2013 at 7:06 PM

    Haha, Gaya boss hell main :)

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    1. Tomichan MatheikalDecember 16, 2013 at 9:28 AM

      Ha, Pallavi, some people make a heaven of wherever they are and bosses generally make it Hell :)

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  5. UnknownDecember 23, 2013 at 5:56 PM

    Nice one :)

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