About a century or two ago, the Pope decided that all the Pakistanis had to
leave Italy. Naturally there was a big uproar from the Pakistani community.
So the Pope made a deal. He would have a debate with a member of the
Pakistani community. If the Pakistani won, the Pakistanis could stay. If the
Pope won, the Pakistanis would leave. The Pakistanis realised that they had
no choice. So they picked a middle-aged man named Bala to represent them.
Bala asked for one addition to the debate. To make it more interesting,
neither side would be allowed to talk. The Pope agreed. The day of the great
debate came. Bala and the Pope sat opposite each other for a full minute
before the Pope raised his hand and showed three fingers. Bala looked back
at him and raised one finger. The Pope waved his fingers in a circle around
his head. Bala pointed to the ground where he sat. The Pope pulled out a
wafer and a glass of wine. Bala pulled out an apple. The Pope stood up and
said, “I give up. This man is too good. The Pakistanis can stay.”
An hour later, the cardinals were all around the Pope asking him what had
happened. The Pope said, “First I held up three fingers to represent the
trinity. He responded by holding up one finger to remind me that there was
still one God common to all religions. Then I waved my finger around me to
show him that God was all around us. He responded by pointing to the ground
and showing that God was also right here with us. I pulled out the wine and
wafer to show that God absolves us from our sins. He pulled out an apple to
remind me of original sin. He had an answer for everything. What could I
do?”
Meanwhile, the Pakistani community had crowded around Bala. “What happened?”
they asked. “Well” said Bala, “First he said to me that the Pakistanis had
three days to get out of here. I told him that not one of us was leaving.
Then he told me that this whole city would be cleared of Pakistanis. I let
him know that we were staying right here.” “Yes, yes,.. and then???” asked
the crowd. “I don’t know”, said Bala, “He took out his lunch, and I took out
mine!”
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