I was returning home in a bus one night. The bus was more or less empty. It was almost ten by my watch. A relatively poor looking old man was sitting next to me. When the bus conductor came to collect the ticket fare, the old man asked the conductor to give him two tickets, handing him over the fare for two. Nothing was surprising about it till now.
When the bus conductor asked the old man who was his companion, he said that he was alone in that bus. Now came the surprise! I was listening each and every word quite automatically.
The conductor asked him, then why was he buying two tickets? To this the old man replied that last time when he travelled by the same bus, he did not have the bus fare. So he couldn't buy a ticket that day. He said he shouldn't have done that, and for that he apologized. So..... the other ticket is for the last day's journey. Honesty personified!!!!!
The conductor handed him two tickets. Everything became quiet once again.
I got friendly with that man and even took his address. He also took my address. He came to my house several days. He was quite old, around eighty I suppose. He was a Master Degree holder in Psychology. He had worked for many a big companies in his younger days. During his visits to my house, he taught me a lot about human psychology and logic through discussions. I couldn't ask what made him so poor. That might have hurt his pride. I visited his house once. It was a small cottage. Next time I went, I could not find him. Neighbours said he has sold the house and left that locality. I lost his track. I still remember him. Just thought I should share this with my readers.
This is a true story.
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When the bus conductor asked the old man who was his companion, he said that he was alone in that bus. Now came the surprise! I was listening each and every word quite automatically.
The conductor asked him, then why was he buying two tickets? To this the old man replied that last time when he travelled by the same bus, he did not have the bus fare. So he couldn't buy a ticket that day. He said he shouldn't have done that, and for that he apologized. So..... the other ticket is for the last day's journey. Honesty personified!!!!!
The conductor handed him two tickets. Everything became quiet once again.
I got friendly with that man and even took his address. He also took my address. He came to my house several days. He was quite old, around eighty I suppose. He was a Master Degree holder in Psychology. He had worked for many a big companies in his younger days. During his visits to my house, he taught me a lot about human psychology and logic through discussions. I couldn't ask what made him so poor. That might have hurt his pride. I visited his house once. It was a small cottage. Next time I went, I could not find him. Neighbours said he has sold the house and left that locality. I lost his track. I still remember him. Just thought I should share this with my readers.
This is a true story.
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