GURU'S BLESSINGS

Narayan Das was a skilled sculptor. His sculptures were famous far and wide. Narayan Das had only one sorrow that he had no children.

He was always worried about who would take over the legacy of his art after his death.

One day a boy of fourteen years came to his door. At that time Narayan Das was having food.

From the greedy eyes of the boy, they understood that the poor man was hungry. They fed him a lot. Then asked his introduction.

The boy said that his parents and younger sister died due to cholera outbreak in the village. He is an orphan. Narayan Das felt pity on him.

He kept it with him. The name of the boy was Kaladhar. He used to serve them diligently.

He used to press their feet as soon as he got leave from work. He used to watch carefully the idols being made by Narayan Das.

Many times he would bring a stone from outside and use a chisel hammer on it.

One day when Narayan Das saw him doing this, he understood that the child has passion. His worry was resolved.

He decided that he would give his art to this boy.

He said to Kaladhar, "Son, do you want to learn to make idols?" I will teach you.

Kaladhar's throat filled with happiness. He could not say anything, just kept looking at them.

Narayan Das taught sculpture to Kaladhar with great interest. Slowly the day also came when Kaladhar also became expert in making idols.

Time does not give the boon of immortality to an artist. Narayan Das fell very ill.

Kaladhar served his Guru with all his heart, but his illness kept increasing. One day his fever got high. Kaladhar was giving a wet bandage on his forehead.

Some indistinct voices were coming out of the Guru's mouth, "Son, there is no end to the height of Kala Dhar Kala." Don't feel bad about being found fault in workmanship, don't be proud of art. ”He lost his life while saying the last words.

Kaladhar did not cry as much on the death of his parents as on the death of the Guru. Slowly he returned to the old life. Started making idols.

One day a monk Maharaj came to his place. The sage asked Kaladhar to make a beautiful idol of the child form of Lord Krishna. The sculptor asked him to come after a month.

The monk was surprised to take so long but remained silent.

When he came after a month, he was stunned to see the idol of Lord Krishna. Krishna stealing butter.. It came out of the monk's mouth, "Wow, what a lot! Speak artist, what remuneration do you want?'

Kaladhar said, "Remuneration from a monk! Heinous sin! Maharaj, just give blessings.

“Son, I bless you that you will be able to understand the speech of the people of Devlok.” And then Sadhu Maharaj left.

One day Kaladhar was engrossed in sculpting the idol in his workshop that he heard the sound of two persons talking. With the blessings of the sage, he could understand their conversation.

Poor sculptor! There is another guest for five days. On the sixth day, one has to come to take his life. How cruel is our work.

The sculptor understood that they are Yamdoots. Now everyone is afraid of death, so he also happened. He started thinking of ways to avoid death.

He made five idols like himself. On the sixth day he sat motionless amidst those idols holding his breath.

Yamdoot came. They became very confused, 'Which of them is the real sculptor.' They could not recognize him. Returned empty handed.

Yamraj's anger knew no bounds after seeing the Yamdoots returning empty-handed. they roared.

Till today none of my messengers returned without taking their lives. How did you come back, go, whatever it is, bring the life of that sculptor.

The Yamdoots returned to the workshop. Even now they could not recognize him.

Suddenly a messenger got an idea, he said to his companion, "Wow, what a statue he has made, yet the sculptor is a fool." One eye of this idol is made big and the other small. The second idol has no thumb at all.

The sculptor did not tolerate the fault in his art. He even forgot the last lesson of the teacher. screamed...

"Lie! Both eyes equal" his voice kept sinking. The neck rolled to one side. The Yamadoots had taken his life.