Hundreds of people came to the government office in the heart of the city every day with their work—some to fill out pension forms, some to correct their electricity bills, some to obtain a certificate of their rights. But the atmosphere in that office was such that before getting things done, one had to say "Namaste" instead of "Namaste."
The head of that office was *Mr. Raghav Singh*, an experienced but dishonest officer. He always had a smile on his face, but that smile was not for help, but for the hope of a new bribe.
Whoever approached him, he would look at the file as if thinking deeply, then softly say, "Look, the matter is a bit complicated... it will cost some money..."
People were forced to withdraw money, and Raghav Singh's "honesty" would suffocate in his pocket.
One day, an old man came into the office. Torn clothes, an old file in his hand, and hope in his eyes. He said softly, "Son, my pension has been pending for three months... Just sign this so I can get my rations."
Flipping through the file, Raghav Singh said, "The file is complete... But if you want to get the work done quickly, it'll take some tea and water."
The old man said, "Son, my pension hasn't arrived yet. Where can I get it from?"
Raghav Singh said coldly, "Then come when it arrives... Not now."
The old man left with a heavy heart. An assistant in the room was watching everything. There was irritation in his eyes, but he couldn't say anything.
Three days later, news came:
The same old man was found unconscious outside the government office. He was hungry, had no money for medicine... and *died*.
The news spread throughout the city. The media created an uproar: "A dishonest official's bribery claimed a life!"
An investigation was conducted, testimony was taken, and Raghav Singh was suspended.
A few months later, the same Raghav Singh was sent to a post office in a small town as a clerk. Now the same scene repeated itself before his desk—poor people, old files, wrinkled faces.
One day, an elderly woman approached him. She placed the file and said, "Son, my pension has been pending for three months..."
Raghav Singh's eyes moistened. He remembered the old woman's face.
He signed the file without a word and, with a smile, told the woman, "Mom, you'll receive your pension tomorrow."
It was the first honest smile.
Lesson : - One who mistakes the power of his position for the compulsions of others will sooner or later be defeated by his conscience.
Honesty may come late, but when it does, it makes a person human again.
Read more : -
.jpeg)
0 Comments