<p>dchow08: I really liked your essay. Correct me if I'm wrong but the "aura of the classic table" is likened to UChicago itself, right? Anyway, well done.
Here's my own one on the table. I got waitlisted.</p>
<p>Jane helped lay out the table cloth, as the dew slowly soaked in and held the cloth firmly to the lush bed of grass beneath it. The chilly Chicago weather nipped at her ears, as she looked up at the sky, searching for any sign of rain or other mysterious force that might break their midnight meeting. All that looked back at her was a perfect night, the vast expanse of clear sky, fringed at the horizon by a scatter of trees, and embedded with the tiny diamonds that litter our universe. ‘Crystal clear’, if you may. </p>
<p>Josh followed her gaze, as he took his place on the cloth. It was an odd mix of people- some veterans, others just finding their feet in this offbeat gathering, but all there quite by accident- strolling through the grounds aimlessly, lost in thought, feeling the need to talk but not anything specific nor to anyone in particular, accidentally bumping into these soft, esoteric voices ambling through the chilly air. Finding this an intellectual outlet of sorts. They sat there in no specific order, as each person just made themselves comfortable, the word itself holding a different meaning for each of them. The conversation neither floated at the centre nor at any other specific point, but instead lay in the thick air that enveloped them, floating through the wide canals left between their bodies, often bumping into these human banks and transferring its vigour from point to point, the thoughts from person to person.</p>
<p>“Marvellous. Aren’t they?” Josh asked, his eyes also transfixed at the heavenly lights floating above them.</p>
<p>“‘Jewels'-my grandmum would call them.” Revealed Jane, surprised at her own forthrightness in her first words to a completely unknown senior.</p>
<p>“Aren’t they, now?” prodded Joe, probably the laziest person on campus, but somehow wide awake at this time of the night. Excited to the brim, with a steely glint in his eye, he passed on his latest experiment with bread and meat. Though an old timer at this ‘table’, he enjoyed each night more than the last. “Always wondered what it would be like to be one- floating up above everyone, watching on as the world continues its inane movements at the crazy pace it does, the craziness of which will only be truly realised in the serene environment up there. “What do you think, Jane?” he continued.</p>
<p>“Want to be one?” Jane reflected, growing accustomed to her own comfort with this group of complete strangers. “My grandmum used to tell me that that’s what you became when you died. Someday, I’d want to meet her up there. I guess that’s a yes then.” </p>
<p>That statement alone seemed to spark off a glow of conversation, as Judy and James took sudden interest in debating the different beliefs on life and the even more different ones on death, further invigorated by their heated religious battle in class that day. Jonathan joined in and veered into the political notions backing such beliefs and questioned whether the concept of acceptance in heaven, based on actions on earth, was at heart a capitalist ideal of rewarding the best. He equating it to Darwin’s theory of evolution and the ‘survival of the fittest’. Unsure where she had landed herself, Jane looked around amused as James countered Jonathan by claiming that Darwin’s ‘survival’ meant continued life on earth whereas according to karmic philosophy the ‘fittest’ or the best are given leave from being on earth. Hence it wasn’t ‘survival’ that was given to the fittest, instead quite the opposite.</p>
<p>“Its ‘Moksha’ then, that you’re chasing Jane.” I explained, “Freedom from the cycle of life and death.”</p>
<p>“Ah, ‘Moksha’, is it?” Joe asked nobody in particular, “Tell me, how badly would you want Moksha? What would you be ready to give up to attain it?”</p>
<p>There was a sudden yet gradual silence. </p>
<p>“Life.” Thought Jane but immediately realised the dilemma, “In a quest for ‘moksha’ even life is too insignificant a contribution.” Her thoughts continued, amazed as much by it as by the group of strange, yet somehow already familiar, people around her trying, in their own unique way, to arrive at an answer.</p>
<p>The halo of conversation continued to glow, no longer in words, but instead in thoughts, as each person, lost in their own world, searched for that one thing that meant more to them than life itself. Lulled in her thoughts, Jane thought of her grandmother and, as if to look at her, turned her head heavenwards, but in vain. Instead of the litter of stars she saw a host of clouds crowding up the ceiling. She looked down at her watch- it was three o’clock. Gently lifting herself, careful not to wake the others up, she smiled away from the warm mass of bodies, delighted at her midnight ‘discovery’, one that was going to be a regular part of her for years to come.</p>