An Ego Crushing Story of a Stone

This Story comes from Centuries ago. Nearby of a big palace, there was a heap of stones. Some children were passing through it. One child grabbed a stone and threw it towards the palace. The stone started getting up and moving towards the palace. It was a new experience in life of stone. 

Usually Stones go downwards not upward. They roll down on slopes, don't climb on heights. But this stone was going up as the child threw it up towards the palace. It’s an incident which never happened before. Getting up is the new experience for the stone, the stone became proud. [As if when someone throws a dumb person from small designation to a big one, he will be proud]. Same way, the stone when got thrown towards palace became proud. After-all it was a stone, how much intellect can it have, how much understanding it can have, so, the Stone became proud. 

Other Stones started seeing him in amaze. A very unusual thing has happened, there is no such incident in their experience where any stone has gotten up. They started hailing up, praising up. As the Stone got higher and higher the hailing and clapping got louder. The other stones started hailing and screaming. The hail reached his (flying stone’s) ears. The flying stone heard that. He said screamingly that “Friends, don't be bothered. I am going on a journey of sky”. He said “I am going on the journey of the sky, so, that I can know ‘what is the secret of this sky?’ and after my return, I may tell you about that”. 

The Stone finally landed in the Palace. It went and collided with the glass of the window. If a stone collides with glass, it's natural that glass will shatter. In that, there's no greatness of stone. It’s about stone being stone and glass being glass. There is no greatness of stone nor the weakness of glass in it. 

The stone collided and glass shattered. Stone laughed and said - “How many times I have said that nobody comes to my way, otherwise will be shattered”. He spoke the same language, which is a language of an egoistic person, “whoever comes my way will be shattered. See your fate, you are shattered”. And that stone fell down on the rug of the palace. Expensive rug was there. Stone was tired, he had done a long journey; from the street of roadside to a palace is not a small Journey, it’s a big journey. He was tired, sweaty, sweat must be on his forehead. He fell down, after falling on the rug he said, “how good these people are, has the news of my arrival reached early, hence they kept the rug. How hospitable, how welcoming these people are? They built the palace for me! Did they know that I am coming? They built the window exactly there from where I was about to come. They did everything fine. I didn’t lose by even a inch. On the my they built the window; on my way they placed the rug. These are good people. 

As he thought all these, the servant got awake from the sound of the glass shattering. The Servant came running. He picked up the stone. Stone became pleased (thinking) that, he looks very kind, the owner is keeping me on hand as welcome. How much love he is showing? How good people? 

He threw the stone back. The stone said “let’s go back to the home, I am home sick”. 

He started falling down on the heap. Below the other stones were staring at sky. When he finally fell down, garlands were offered to him. Rallies were held for many days to celebrate. And so many things happened. All other stones asked him, “What happened there?” He told long stories that,” I have done this, I have done that. My welcome happened like this, I broke one glass; stayed in one palace, got touched by one hand". And then other stones said to him, “Friend, write your autobiography. It will be useful for our children and you write because every great man writes his one (autobiography)”. So, he writes his own. He is writing, he will finish it soon. Other stones have written their (autobiographies), and we use to read about them. His will also being read in the future. 

The above was the story of this stone from centuries ago. If you have read this post until here then I am sure you must be laughing at this stone. But it's worth thinking what defect does he have? How is he different from humans? And if you laugh on this stone, have you ever laughed on yourself? 

You laugh on listening from this stone “I am going on a journey”. But what we ourselves are? Were not we thrown by an unknown hand? Do we know why we took birth. Do we know whose unknown hand, or which stranger threw us. 

But we say my birth, my birthday. Did anyone ask you when you want to take birth? Have you been asked a date that when you want to take birth? Is tyour decision in this? Was there any choice? 

Then you say my birthday. This “my” is very strange. You say my youth. Did you bring this youth? Or it’s a task of your hand? it’s your work. If you don’t want to grow, can you stop being adult? 

NO, but you say MY life? MY Job, MY career. What is your in this life? You say my body? What is your in your body? 

The grain you eat, goes to your body and becomes your part but that is part of some plant, Body of some plant. The breath you take, you say its yours, But the breath you are taking, your neighbours took it sometimes before. After sometime it will be others. What is yours? Where do you come? You say, I take the breath. But you Know, If breath doesn’t come can you take it? You are the owner of breath? 

No. Our life story is no different than the story of that thrown stone. But you attach yourself with every work, which is a lie. It’s not substantial.