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The Cornflakes Saga

February 11, 2006

It all began that one fine morning when this little girl refused to eat cornflakes. She blatantly, stubbornly put her tiny foot down. And brat that she was, her poor mommy could do nothing but sigh in exasperation. Don’t be too harsh on the kid though. We didn’t have chocolate flavoured cornflakes then. Just the boring, plain, old cornflakes. 🙂

It so happened that this kid had a cousin. They were two kids who simply refused to stay civil and nice to each other. He would pull her pigtails and make her cry. She would smash his toy cars and gloat while he hurled childish vilifications at her. Thus went on their relationship never once showing the promise of improving. Their two mothers decided that there simply had to do something.

Their master plan: bring the terrors together. Now you wouldn’t think it was such a great idea. Still, that was what happened. That summer vacation saw the cousins united at the little girl’s place. The scene every morning went something like this. Her mother would warn both of them to behave. The little girl would stare coldly at him and he would give her a look that would put the worst governess-glare to shame. They would then sit for breakfast. It would invariably be – cornflakes!! 😀

She discovered that he didn’t like cornflakes any better than she did. A lot less, if that was possible. And also that he liked hershey’s strawberry syrup as much as she did. She was disgusted. Absolutely and utterly disgusted that this boy, whom she hated so much could have tastes so similar to hers. She then decided. She would rebel. She would do everything that he did not like. That would show him, she thought.

And so she jumped rope. Dressed up in pink. Sang in her loudest voice. Banged things together. And ate cornflakes. 🙂 Lots of it. Whenever she could manage it. She didn’t realize it but she was beginning to LOVE cornflakes. She would look forward to the once yucky breakfast every morning.

Age 10: Repulsed by cornflakes. On the verge of puking every single time.
Age 11: Sought vengeance. Made cornflakes a reluctant obsession.
Age 12: Loved cornflakes. Moved on to Frosties.
Age 14: Shifted affections to Chocos.
Age 15: Experimented with Fruit Loops. Concluded it was trash.
Age 16: Moved back to Chocos.
Age 17: Embraced cornflakes variant with Strawberry pulp. 😀

Though the two cousins are still brats and still hostile, at least one good thing came of it. Hail Cornflakes!! 🙂

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15 Comments leave one →
  1. February 11, 2006 7:58 PM

    When I suggested a cornflakes post, I didn’t realise there was such a saga to it! 😀

  2. February 11, 2006 10:15 PM

    @me
    yes yes…but now u know…it’s one of my very “fond memories”!!! :))

  3. sagaro permalink
    February 11, 2006 10:30 PM

    always liked cornflakes…and after the choco flavored ones, I used to pop them in my mouth once in a while(substitue for chips)…

  4. efreak permalink
    February 12, 2006 10:41 AM

    i liked frosties a lot as a snack..

  5. Kini permalink
    February 12, 2006 2:11 PM

    Sigh cornflakes, good cornflakes… And now, mess food, not so good mess food. In fact, don’t grow up S, it ain’t worth it I tellya! Cornflakes will be missed!

  6. aninonymous permalink
    February 12, 2006 2:54 PM

    hmmm…
    the cornflake saga: A fable about hating ones nosy cousins and eating cornflakes

  7. February 12, 2006 10:16 PM

    @sagaro:
    yup…went thru that phase couple of years back…weight machine took its revenge!! 😛

    @freak:
    frosties still my fav though!! 😀

    @kini:
    i sympathise…i really do!! 🙂 but yes…put it tat way…and growing up seem no fun!! :))

    @anin:
    ain’t a fable!! :O :O

  8. Gounder Brownie permalink
    February 12, 2006 10:55 PM

    You know, once I finished an entire bottle of lime pickle with my cousin…I was six and she was nine. There’s something about food when you are single digit old. Sigh.

  9. sagaro permalink
    February 13, 2006 3:34 PM

    And gounder I bet you spent the next day and night, as well in the loo…

  10. Gounder Brownie permalink
    February 13, 2006 5:53 PM

    @Sagora- You lose ’em bets!! HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHAAAA. Am a professional pickle eater, I am sir/miss. I’ve never fallen sick on pickle. On bread, yes. On pickle, NOOOOOOOO!!!!! Yay.

  11. February 13, 2006 9:47 PM

    @brownie:
    LIME PICKLE!!! not exactly the safest thing u could’ve eaten…but since u immune..guess itz wokay!! 😀

    and u get sick on bread?? *weird look*

  12. efreak permalink
    February 14, 2006 6:41 PM

    OFCOURSE U GET SICK ON BREAD!! SICK!! realllly SICK!! i cant as much as look at bread without puking! When all u get as breakfast for ONE whole year is BREAD and the miserable BLUEBERRY jam, trust me u get sick of it. I go without breakfast daily(and i normally eat a lot so this is a great achievement for me) rather than eat BREAD. SICK MISERABLE BREAD!! i dun mind sandwiches though.. BUT I HATE BREAD ESPECIALLY WITH BLUEBERRY JAM! I DESPISE IT! I ABHOR IT!

    PS sorry for the outburst but i cudnt resist it seeing ur “*wierd look*”

  13. February 15, 2006 6:38 AM

    @freak:
    outburst quite ok…i can understand…same situation wit idlis here!! 😀

  14. efreak permalink
    February 15, 2006 12:16 PM

    idlis? *wierd look* 😛 😛

    i love idlis. well in fact i love ANYTHING home-made as long as its veg….

    Well, i guess “the grass is always greener on the other side of the fence” 😀

  15. February 15, 2006 4:42 PM

    @freak:
    very very very true….bread anyday!! 😛

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