By the middle of starters, the miracle was evident, once so ever more. The fact that we came from different world-views altogether and still could produce sane products at work seemed almost like a miracle.
Nothing bares a man more than a dinner table. You can read his appetite, loss of appetite, even his hiding of his appetite and link it all with the bits and pieces he says and emotes and in due course you'd understand the ways he's familiar with and why he is the way he is.
So, you see, if people really gel at the dinner table, there rarely remains anything about the other that they can't appreciate. And that's what makes it so difficult, to dwell far away from clichéd conversations and really integrate at the dinner table where people come not only from various standpoints of life but from different kinds of lives altogether.
If you'd ever been in a grind of all mix ethnicities, you'd have a better view of what I am saying. Nonetheless, the divides exist and extend with not only geographies but also with schools of thoughts.
What makes it so difficult for us to appreciate what another thinks is funny or inspiring or mad or whatever?I could in the course of time come to align myself with the idea of the funny joke but then will I ever be able to gather all the right context behind it if I didn't belong to his place? Never. Will someone else from the other groups understand the humour I enjoy without knowing the exact point I narrated it from? Nopes.
And yet, this is what we do incessantly and practically, all our lives. Integration, with the world around us, while it chooses to accommodate us or deems us unacceptable. We are happy when a dialogue with the world around is successful and a communication is established and we grow remorse when there's no interface to hold a dialogue with.
Needless to say, our satisfaction and meaning of life seem to emerge out of such medley.
Is that really true? Who renders meaning to the medley as such?
Needless to say our satisfaction and meaning of life actually emerge from the maker of such medley.
We are truly happy when we connect to the true soul of the world around us and we grow remorse when we are don't see the meaning of happenings around us or are deceived to find a wrong meaning. Bad integration.
So, what if someone takes the pain to not only align me to the idea of the joke but also ingrain in me the complete version of the context that I was missing?
I will then be able to appreciate not only the joke but literally each and every thing that I am exposed to!
So, if someone could ingrain the infinite context of eternity in the time bound slices of whatever number of years of our lives, will we be able to live minus the things that produce despair in most of us? How will it be to live a life beyond the geographies we come from, the education and governing systems that we had subscribed to, the constant grill of comparison and peer pressures of our environs and even the seemingly unlimited but actually limited aspirations of our own minds!!
Sounds insane?
And yet, someone has done it years back. He took a piece of bread, blessed it, broke it and passed around the table. He also took a cup and after giving thanks passed it around the table again. And all who ate and drank of it literally partook a part of him who shared himself in the bread and in the cup. And by virtue of doing that, as if literally they were born again.
They were born again in the knowledge of not only the complete context but also learnt how to apply it in various circumstances.
They had partaken of the one who came to integrate them to the true soul of the world; so they appreciate their lives truly to the fullest, not only to their heart's content at present but also beyond the extent of their imagination of the present and times beyond.
**If you feel puzzled with the last paragraph and are curious, do google and find out the context!!
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