Flag of defeat.

If Nandanavan is to be set up, attach the defeat as Vandan Friendly, leaving the battlefield forever.

The sculptor did not fall down. He stood up, pulling his chest, saying: 'It is better to lose heart than to lose heart! Play sword ... '

Maharaja Vijay Singh was victorious. In the frenzy of victory, Vijay Singh entered the capital of the defeated king.

The town was magnificent. Buildings, temples and palaces were in full swing. Art-skills were flooded.

It was there that Vijay Singh's gaze fell on a statue. It was a statue of a true statue of feats. A masculine human being in stone removed the snakes that had been trampled on. He had punched the mouths of the deadly serpents. Just as the eagle is fearless and fearless, so is the male gaze. He was very carefree and careless. The serpent despised him.

Vijay Singh, the winner, saw the stone statue and shouted. He roared: 'Who is this sculptor? Come up against. '

In Vijay Singh's mind, MK Kaladarkar will come and bow down. Will greet Zuki and say: 'Yes, I am the sculptor of the statue, you.'

But the notion of the Maharaja was false. No one came forward.

Then the king sent men around. He also sought the help of army and spies and the sculptor was discovered.

The winning royal asked: 'Are you the sculptor of this statue?'

'Maybe I should be.'

'How did you create that statue?'

'How do flowers blossom? How rider is done! How the fragrance smells from the earth. How do the clouds get dark as the monsoon arrives? '

'What do you mean?'

'That's it, sir! As if all these things were natural, this image was created spontaneously. I thought it had to be made and I did it. '

'Who is this statue!' Vijay Singh asked Ruab.

'The king whom you have defeated, that of our king.'

Suddenly, Vijay Singh said in victory: "If you can make such a magnificent statue of a defeated king, I am a winner ..."

'No.'

'What not?'

'I will not make your image.'

'why not ? Is it not the craft of art to present the feat in such a defeated man? '

The performer said: 'When the dynasty had conquered the town, they were brave, the state they were in today was theirs yesterday and losing in a fight is like losing a feat. If our king had run away with his back, then his men would have felt stigmatized. He has fought bravely. '

'So you refuse to take the stab in your hand?'

Yes, sir, as you would like to dismantle this idol today, and tomorrow another king will dismantle your idol and I am not the creator of such fractured idols.

Hearing the sculptor's words, the victorious King's pride was aroused. He drew his sword and said: 'I can blow your head in just one instant, but I will punish you with a great punishment. Take the hammer in your hand and break the image of this man in your own hands. If this is delayed then this sword ... '

There was some peace. The sculptor did not fall down. He stood up, pulling his chest, saying: 'It is better to lose heart than to lose heart! Play sword ... '

Vijay Singh became a bower, he asked again: 'Have you never destroyed any of your idols?'

'I have destroyed many of my idols, sir! But they were all my raw idols. None of my idols have fully embodied my art. Such an idol is the only one and Srimanji! My job is to create beauty, not destroy it. This is the work of the kings. '

Come glory against Vijay Singh! Understand that was a direct insult. Deadly humiliation.

Some felt that Vijay Singh's sword revolved around the artist's neck.

But the sword was thrown.

Everyone was amazed.

Vijay Singh says: 'Artful! I have won your king, but this stone statue won me over. You won me over, the victory of the weapon is the victory of the end. I have to change that belief. I have to honor you, your people, your king, because today you have given me a knowledge of beauty. Has given the knowledge of the protection of beauty. '

When new orders of affection began to be released, Vijay Singh was looking at the sculptor and his sculpture.

He wondered if the sculptor did not own the sculpture?