The Vanilla Flavour

Reminds you of that ice – cream you had a zillion times, the amorous ones have a sly smile on their face, some recall of a movie and rest still bewildered with the common yet so uncommon title.

For the start, the ice – cream ones can stay, the amorous ones can leave, it isn’t a debonair or a playboy post, the movie ones can think and the bewildered ones can definitely read on.

I was just wondering how that vanilla scoop makes our life simple, serene, calm, and composed and a happy one at the end. Confused? Read on.

We are swayed by the plethora of colors and flavors around us, but they are not the ones we can have day in day out. What can really stick with us for a long time is a boring, dull, unfashionable commoner. Beat this, an exotic cuisine at every dinner or your basic roti; a mock tail every morning or your regular tea/coffee, your designer outfit to sleep or your casual pajamas/shorts/boxers. You are getting the drift, aren’t you?

Similarly, life just loves vanilla, the common one, though we are always in the pursuit of the exotic. With so many years passed by, and lots of water flown, I’m tempted to identify the vanilla in some of my life events.

Once a female mosquito fell in love with me and her smooch hospitalized me. As is the case with all patients, someone had to stay with me in the night. The person who eventually stayed was just an acquaintance whom I barely knew, just some casual interactions and pleasantries was all that we had exchanged. It was an assorted surprise, not a vanilla at that. I was never able to thank him with all my heart but recently when his profile flashed on facebook, I did what I should have done long back. His gesture wasn’t a vanilla scoop that you often taste. A vanilla man serving his vanilla, but the moment it’s in your hands it turns exotic.

In pursuit of an exotic career, I ended up in a vanilla job. Though not exactly work wise but definitely pay wise. When the world around me was relishing their exotica’s, I was bracing up with my vanilla. Years later, the vanilla turned exotic, all my years bracing up with the vanilla paid off. I had to thank those years of vanilla to really value the exotic. Those vanilla years made me stand up, made me learned, made me wise and enterprising.

Today I still live a vanilla.

Being vanilla is really difficult, so at times you need to add some toppings, may be an additional flavor. I have done that. I have had my moments too.

But I still live a vanilla.