After cutting his fingernails Swamishri was gathering them in his upper garments. Seeing this, a youth called Pankaj said, "Allow me to throw them away."

 "No." replied Swamishri, and then jokingly added, "I am keeping a 'stock' of these things. When the prices rise I shall put them on the market.

To this Pankaj said, "I'll pay whatever price you ask for."

"But what if I don't want to give them, then…?" After a brief pause Swamishri continued, pointing to himself, "Pankaj, you should impress this form in your heart. That 'prasadi' (of nails) will merely remain where you place them but this image will come to mind whenever you wish it."

 And so saying Swamishri got up and disposed of the nails himself.