I thought I was the mightiest of all human beings on this earth. I was drunk with power and authority. I had everything—glory and grandeur. I used to have contempt and arrogance for others. I considered myself a demi-god. But I wanted to perpetuate my memory for the coming generations. I wanted to erect a grand memorial for myself. A great sculptor was employed to make a unique statue that would overawe and dazzle the people of all ages. Even the mighty and powerful would feel belittled when they came to know of my great achievements and heroic feets.

They say man proposes and God disposes. What can be more painful than to see your dreams shattered to pieces before your own eyes? Where is the king of kings now? His face is lying half buried in the sand and shattered into pieces. The ravages of times have shattered the pride and arrogance. And now what is left of the man who was feared and dreaded even by the kings? Only two trunkless legs stand in the desert. They are ironical reminders that all power, pride, glory and grandeur are short-lived. This is a lesson not only for an arrogant ruler like me but also for the whole humanity.