Cornflakes

the other day, i stopped at my aunt's place. as she shovelled cornflakes into her perpetually squawking son, she spoke at length about the everyday problems that an average housewife faces everyday. this certainly did boost my marriage paranoia which has been escalating ever since i entered adolescence. the girls who would put on pretty ribbons and frills to go out to play suddenly grow up to become aliens concerned with their settled life which was at that moment of life,of no concern to anyone else who should have been concerned about it. puberty can either do you wonders as boys suddenly awaken to the possibility of girls being, well, girls. or, it can hamper your progress as a normal sane individual as you take to the geeky path. at any rate it is very astounding how much information gets stored in the brain, irrespective of its value. boys have to remember their music, bikes, cars and good pickup lines. the girls have more work to do in absorbing gossip, processing it, sorting by date, person and issue and revealing their knowledge at the proper times. the tomboys have the most work to do in following the middle path that requires all the aforementioned skills.

at such times, they need some energy and memory retentive skill boosting material. what can be better than cornflakes, manna for the identity starved people! the wonders of the combination of flaky fermented orange chips with the pure whiteness of milk claims to act faster than any drug. with cornflakes by our side, no one can beat us at impressing the opposite gender. as i say this, let us, by the power of cornflakes, imagine the kellogs mascot do a jiggle for us... even before we see the orange hue of the sunrise, mother keeps a bowlful of similarly coloured cornflakes at the table. she hopes we shall excel at education by the grace of the soggy flakes sinking into the milk. naive souls! little do they know where our true aspirations lie. recharged, we start the day by flashing the devil's horn or going wheeee! and getting back to the inpression business. all hail cornflakes! mother of all aspirations....and no, i wasnt paid to advertise cornflakes..