It was a long time ago. In a small village lived a remarkable sculptor. His name was renowned far and wide. His art was to breathe life into stone. The statues he created seemed as if they would speak, walk, or smile any moment. People would gaze at his craftsmanship for hours, saying, "We have never seen such an artist in our lives."
Days passed. His acclaim spread. Merchants from cities began to arrive, and even kings and emperors began ordering his statues. Along with honor, wealth, and fame, pride slowly began to take root within him. He began to think to himself, "There is no artist like me in the world. I can create anything I want. My art is superior to even God himself."
The wheel of time continued to turn. Old age arrived. One day, he began to feel the signs of his end—his body slackening, his breathing heavy, and an unknown fear gripping his mind. He remembered Yamaraj. He became afraid of death and wondered, "What if Yamaduta doesn't recognize me? Can I escape death then?"
His ego resurfaced. He decided to use his art to deceive even Death itself. For the next several days, he remained in solitude and finally created ten statues that were exactly like him—face, eyes, eyebrows, wrinkles, even his body language.
When all the statues were ready, he sat motionless among them. Now there were eleven identical figures. He smiled with satisfaction—"Now even if Yamaduta comes, how will he recognize me?"
After some time, Yamaduta actually arrived. As soon as his eyes fell on those eleven identical figures, he froze for a moment. All of them were identical! But Yamaduta also knew that one of them was alive and that he was his target.
He didn't want to break the statues, even though he himself respected art. He thought and then found a solution. He said loudly, "Wow! The statues are amazing, but alas... the sculptor made a grave mistake."
Upon hearing this, the hidden sculptor was enraged. Pride was coursing through his veins. He couldn't control himself. He quickly stood up and said, "A mistake? A mistake in my statues? That's impossible! There can be no flaw in my art!"
That moment was enough for the Yamdoot. He smiled and said, "Statues never respond. But you spoke. That's your identity. And this is your biggest flaw—arrogance."
With that, the Yamdoot grabbed his hand. The sculptor's entire pride was shattered in an instant. He realized that the very ego that had made him great had become his undoing.
💐Lesson : - Ego blinds a person. Talent, knowledge, or power—all of these have value only as long as humility remains in the mind.
Ego ultimately leads to downfall, so never allow yourself to succumb to pride.
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