The Statue Princess - A Strory of Despair and Grief

Once upon a time, there was a man who lived his life in daydreaming and fantasizing. He always believed in perfection and perfect things, just like utopia. His ultimate fantasy was to find the most beautiful woman in this world, the woman who has a perfect attitude, who is like a beautiful princess, an angel. He traveled around the world, but did not find anybody upto his expectations. He always found that the woman who are very beautiful were always had high attitude, were very proudy and full of hauteur. He did not believe in the proud that comes because of something inherited either genetically or god gifted. He believed in feeling proud when somebody does something extraordinary by being an ordinary under ordinary circumstances, believed in the proud that comes from heroic deeds. He believed that someone doesn't need to be an extraordinary to do something extraordinary. Rather, he believed in the opposite of that.

Disappointed upon his trip around the world, he decided to make that woman himself (a statue using clay and soil only). He started working for whole day and night, taking care of each centimeter of the statue while making it (as he always believed in perfection, he always worked perfectly). He had to make it with perfection. If he hurried on, its beauty would get disturbed. He didn't sleep for many nights, didn't take food for many days. But, kept working on that statue, the beauty that is going to be the eternal one, the perfect example of any beautiful thing. He himself called her the ‘Princess’ of the ‘Kingdom of Love and Beauty’. And why shouldn't he call her by that beautiful name because he was devoting his entire life in making her the most beautiful, the masterpiece. Many summers, winters, springs came by but the man did not give up. Many people laughed at him, laughed at his misery on believing that someday this beautiful statue will be alive, would be the most beautiful woman and will live forever with him. He would be the happiest man in this world, as he imagined and dreamed.

He spent almost all his life in making that beautiful statue, but it did not occur to him that how to make this one alive. He cried and screamed to god and pleaded him to fill life into the statue and turn it to an eternal beauty. Who knew what was about to happen, something beyond the purview of god? It’s the nature that controls everything in this world not the god. God is somebody who is appointed to take care of this beautiful world and its inhabitants. There is a superpower that controls every happening here, even god can't deny that. It’s nature, the ultimate almighty. But, nature listens to everyone, it’s not tyrannical. If nature ever tried to fill life into that statue, everything related to that would get modified. The chain of sequences in this world would get disturbed, the chain that explains why the death of Hitler and Stalin changed the world in a good sense, and the chain that explains why our one step or deed changes/modifies many lives around us.


He completed the statue when he reached the age of 50. One day, while he was taking a nap (sleep), he heard some sort of cracking sound (sound of something breaking into pieces) coming from a place very near to him. It was actually the sound of brick stack that was toppled off by a slight wind. The man, in his dreams, thought that somebody broke his masterpiece, his devotion of entire life, his blood and sweat of entire life. He felt very nauseated and went into depression while sleeping and just after a minute he was struck by a strong heart attack (cardiac failure). He died immediately, on the spot and nobody was there to look after him.

When he woke up, he thought he had a nightmare. But, only god knew what had happened. He had reached the hell, the home to the Satan. Satan asked him why he was there, that man had no bad life record. He was always good to others, always took pain for others, but never felt any pain on himself. Fortunately, Satan was a good person and became a friend of that poor man. He decided to send the poor man to god, to check if there was any place for him. Poor man did not agree to take any place at the heaven, near to the god. He only wanted them to make that statue of beautiful woman alive and send him back near to her. Satan took poor man to god, where they had a serious executive meeting with that supreme power, the nature.

Nature decided to grant all wishes of poor man, that he will be sent back to the world, near to that utopian beauty, the symbol of eternal love. Because of the man's generosity, nature granted him a life that would never end and gave him a sip of elixir. Man requested to nature that the beautiful woman should only love him and nobody else. Accordingly, nature filled life into the statue and turned it into a beautiful woman, but kept her heart of stone only, so that she should not love others because that poor man devoted his entire life in making that statue and fought with the god, Satan and nature to make that statue alive. Now, according to nature, the man would live with his love forever. But, who knew what was about to happen next.

Soon, man was sent back to the world. He was looking very happy, he was imagining the moment when he would meet her, and he would touch her impeccable skin. For, he was her creator. Man came back to the world in the same way as he had died. He was still lying at the same place where he had a heart attack, as nobody took care of him. Just on next moment when he opened his eyes, he didn't believe that the woman was so beautiful. He had never seen anybody like that. She attracted all beautiful things towards her. All the birds came near to her, peacocks and pigeons were there too, stealing a moment to sit over her shoulder and look at her unbelievable beauty. Her smile was like heavenly. Even god wouldn’t have stopped himself in admiring that ultimate beauty. She looked as if she belongs to some other world, some other planet or galaxy. But, what was that!!! Just on next moment he saw that a prince who came from nowhere was taking her hands in his and kissed them. She was looking very happy on meeting that prince. Man felt that he will again have a heart attack. All his cherished dreams shattered like a pottery breaking into pieces. He didn't believe at it first, so he rubbed his eyes. But, what was happening there was true. He thought that god, Satan and nature had betrayed him altogether. They've taken away his beloved. He spent his entire life in making her so beautiful, so perfect. The damage was done. A hope was lost forever.


Man went near to her and told her that she belonged to him, that he was her creator. She laughed at him and gave him a coin. She thought that he was a beggar and was looking for easy money. He did not believe what the hell was happening there. How can this happen? Nature can't be so bad, that it will rob the poor man off his ultimate possession. She undoubtedly belonged to him only. How it’s possible that she isn't able to recognize him and thought him as a beggar. It’s true that he was a beggar, but for a true love only not for money or material possessions. Then he understood what had happened actually. Nature forgot to fill inside her the love for her creator, the man who should've actually possessed her. And because her heart was still a stone, she can't be made to love the poor man. She would only love the man who met her first, and will love that man forever. Now, the poor man understood that he would never get her back. He had lost her, had lost his life. But, still he felt good because she looked happy, that his life was in her happiness only. He is satisfied even if her happiness would come in living with somebody else, without her creator.

The poor man left her with that prince and moved out of there. He was alone, empty and sad from inside. He had stopped eating anything, stopped talking to people. One morning, he was found dead, lying near to the brick stacks whose toppling sound once caused him heart attack when he died first. Now, he died once again. But, this time he died happily because he had seen his creation alive. Moreover, she was looking very happy and beautiful. What else mattered to him more than that?

THE END
The dawn of the next dawn….
By: Sanjeev Pandey