Once there was a Millionaire who always boasted of his money. And there was a saint who had nothing. He worn torn clothes and roamed in his spiritual ecstasy.
Once the Millionaire and the saint happened to meet in a dry afternoon. The saint had heard about Millionaire’s pride for his money. The saint decided to teach him a lesson for life.
Saint: “I have heard that you own millions of money?”
Millionaire: In pompous smile on his face, “Yes, I do. I own millions.”
Saint: “Ok. Can you lend me a million out of your millions?”
Millionaire: “Yes, indeed. Anyways I donate a lot for spiritual missions and monasteries.”
Saint: “Hmm, but I want it now?”
Millionaire: “You must be kidding. How can I give you now? I cannot carry that much money in my pocket. I need to go to a bank or I can write you a cheque.”
Saint: “I do not need a cheque and anyways I want it now. Ok, leave that aside. What if I destroy all the banks in the city? Can you still give me the money I need?” Saint said with a blissful smile on his lips.
Millionaire: “Oh….is that. In that case I can go to a bank in another city and provide you with the money you want.”
Saint: “Hmm…reasonable. What if I destroy all the banks in the country?”
Millionaire: “Hmmm….seems you are a magician. Anyways I can always fly to another country and get you the money.”
Saint: “Ok…thoughtful enough. What if I destroy all the banks, government repositories in the world?”
Millionaire: “That’s too much,” said Millionaire in sheer surprise. “Well in that case I cannot give you the money.”
Saint: “But you said you can and you owned a lot of money, dint you?”
Millionaire: “Yes I do, only if all the money repositories are not destroyed.”
Saint: “Well, in that case do you really own it? You are dependent on banks to store your money?”
Millionaire: “Yes, it is true”, said Millionaire in a dull voice.
Saint: “Tell me something you really own?”
Millionaire: “I own my body. I can provide you with my body,” said Millionaire after thinking for a while.
Saint: “What if I destroy your body? It is anyway going to get degraded and die finally. Do you really own anything?”
Millionaire: “Hmm…Do I really own anything?” asked Millionaire to himself in an almost inaudible voice.
Saint: “Yes, you do own something which you can offer me, but before that you should find out what do you own?”
Millionaire: “Ahh…..I do own something!” Millionaire jumped off in a delight as if he found another millions of money. But, asked Millionaire, “What is that I own?”
Saint: “Find it out child. This is all I do!” said the saint and disappeared.