Dear All, here is a small and funny story that conveys one of the management lessons. Hope you will like it.
A Priest dies and is awaiting his turn in line at Heaven's Gates. Ahead of him is a guy, fashionably dressed, in dark sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket, and jeans.
God asks him: Please tell me who you are, so that I may know whether to admit you into the kingdom of Heaven or not.
The guy replies: I am an Autorickshaw Driver from Mumbai!!!
God consults his ledger, smiles, and says: Please take this silken robe and gold scarf and enter the Kingdom of Heaven...
Now it is the priest's turn. He stands erect and speaks out in a booming voice: I am the Pope's Assistant so & so, Head Priest of the so & so Church for the last 40 years.
God consults his ledger and says to the Priest: Please take this cotton robe and enter the Kingdom of Heaven...
'Just a minute,' says the agonized Priest. 'How is it that a foul-mouthed, rash Driver is given a silken robe and a golden scarf, and me, a Priest, who's spent his whole life preaching your Name and goodness, has to make do with a cotton robe?'
'Results, my friend, results,' shrugs God.
'While you preached, people SLEPT; but when he drove, people PRAYED.'
It's PERFORMANCE and not POSITION that ultimately counts....
A Priest dies and is awaiting his turn in line at Heaven's Gates. Ahead of him is a guy, fashionably dressed, in dark sunglasses, a loud shirt, leather jacket, and jeans.
God asks him: Please tell me who you are, so that I may know whether to admit you into the kingdom of Heaven or not.
The guy replies: I am an Autorickshaw Driver from Mumbai!!!
God consults his ledger, smiles, and says: Please take this silken robe and gold scarf and enter the Kingdom of Heaven...
Now it is the priest's turn. He stands erect and speaks out in a booming voice: I am the Pope's Assistant so & so, Head Priest of the so & so Church for the last 40 years.
God consults his ledger and says to the Priest: Please take this cotton robe and enter the Kingdom of Heaven...
'Just a minute,' says the agonized Priest. 'How is it that a foul-mouthed, rash Driver is given a silken robe and a golden scarf, and me, a Priest, who's spent his whole life preaching your Name and goodness, has to make do with a cotton robe?'
'Results, my friend, results,' shrugs God.
'While you preached, people SLEPT; but when he drove, people PRAYED.'
It's PERFORMANCE and not POSITION that ultimately counts....