The Tea

One of the things that almost anyone can make is tea. Ingredients being simple and obvious it's hardly to be wrong when it comes to making a cup of tea for yourself. This might sound so random but stay with me for a moment here.

When you make tea, you need fire, milk, water, tea leaves, sugar and a utensil. You go anywhere on earth, you won't be able to make tea without these ingredients. For the sake of arguing you might bring up black tea or green tea or something like that, but the point is you need a basic set of ingredients to make tea and that's applicable everywhere.

Then comes the additional ingredients, like cinnamon, fennel seeds, ginger and stuff like that.

Now let us compare this with life, for the sake of being philosophical because the post can't be just about tea right?

You and everyone around you is nothing but tea, in a utensil called life. The basic ingredients like water and fire makes up your soul, absorbing the taste and being the basic essence of the whole final product. Directly proportional to the richness of your soul is the ingredients you add later, the ginger, the cinnamon, the fennel seeds, these are your experiences, which you put in the utensil of life. Which your soul absorbs in itself, the people you've met, the lives you have changed, the acts you have done, all these stuff add taste to your life or the tea that is being prepared.

And finally when the whole process is done, the tea is prepared, it gets into a cup which is your body. Now the cup is the least important thing and probably something which is given the most attention to.

Ironically everything we do in our lifetime is protect the cup, change it with time, get new fancy one, differentiate between cups on the basic of their colour or design. Which in real life we do by differentiating between people on the basis of caste, religion, colour, sexual orientation and what not.

And all this for what? We all have the same tea inside us, one which is made of the basic ingredient of soul and enriched and prepared by each one of with the use of additional ingredients like our experiences, acts, etc.

We came from the same utensil probably, as some of us might be similar in so many ways but just happen to be in different cups. Which makes us judge each other, hate on each other, despise each other. For what? What is the fight about? Isn't that a waste of a beautiful life we've all lived both individually and and collectively?

Well, the cups will break eventually, making a tasty pot of tea is the point.