The Cupcake Theory

My bestie and I are complete opposites, so to say. If I am a raging dinosaur, she’s the Buddha in my life; ever so calm and peaceful, giving me her nuggets of wisdom and pulling the cheekbones of my hexagonal face( due to my lack of chubby cheeks) calling me her Nemoticon. Yes, that’s what she calls me, because according to her, due to the myriad expressions that my face can execute I do not need emoticons while communicating.

Figure 1: No other picture captures us better!

I am her baby, be it to take care of me when I am sick or to satiate my insane cravings, especially late night ones. Visiting her was nothing short of a vacation for me (we used to live good 17km away) during which I only used to sit and read in her balcony comfortably on her bean bag while she took care of the more mundane activities. During one such visit she took me to my favourite cupcake place (Cupcake Noggins, for you Bangaloreans) for dessert after dinner. It was this day that the cupcake theory came about. After devouring the absolutely yummy cupcakes ravenously, I cribbed to her about my cupcakes getting over. She looked at me with her Budhha like smile and said, ‘isn’t this how it always is? We cry over the cupcake getting over rather than being grateful for having had a chance to have the yummy cupcake in all its glory’ A cupcake! This was just a cupcake! And she managed to spin something which made such profound sense. This is our cupcake theory.

Figure 2: Never underestimate even the smallest of things or experiences

How many times have we cried and cribbed about a promotion at work gone amiss, a relationship not working out, that job interview we did not crack, a friendship gone sour? But have we taken even half the time to be grateful for having been blessed with that opportunity? Of the learning we were fortunate enough to take away from that incident? We often miss out these little joys of life in our search for the bigger, more important ones. Not every journey is undertaken in search of a destination; sometimes the journey is more beautiful than the destination itself. Let’s relish the cupcake before it’s over. Food for thought; from a humble cupcake, of course.