
Auld Lang Syne, when i was a notorious rebel and a menace to my neighbourhood and school, i was indeed happy. It doesn't mean that I’m unhappy now but more than that: euphoric!! Just that I visited to one of our most frequented and lovely places again: "memories". The delights of nostalgia, which i indulged in, rekindled all those naughty and mischievous sparks within.One pastime that I proudly (silly) recall was heading my own club. It was a silly club. It had a head (me) but no mane (name) though. Activities of the club were even wackier than the unstoppable Head. Don’t know why? How? And what? I ran it. We, the Knights of neighbourhood, discussed building wax castles on the sands heaped up for construction, conspired to take revengeon complaining aunties with scary tummies and uncles, who fed those tummies. Once we had also planned to teach some bear-like man of the construction house a lesson or two! His acts, just like his hair, were bear-like, thick, dense and daaark. That idiot had taken our ball (cricket ball) and had cut it. So that evening we, the club, had watered set of bricks kept for construction, thinking that would soften, dissolve and make bricks useless but no use.........Yes, the most exciting and prestigious activities of the club were bullying, getting bullied, teasing, mocking, fighting over totally nonsense and crazy topics, name calling, & of course playing and many more Back to reality: Each one of us would have had such countless events. Most of the times, we realize that words are insufficient to translate our emotions and experiences into communication. You just wish to re-live them or experience them again. But a very few lucky ones of us ever get a chance (theory of natural selection or selective elimination!!). I hereby declare that I am the chosen one, hahaha. With all dues paid to reality, maturity and our stature in this point of life, I still have a chance to vent out that little devil everyday. Courtesy: 3 things: My team, an acquaintance and more significantly my Friend!!. Alike me, my Friend chari boksi is funnier, nastier, naughtier and wiser too. We, dangerous duo, play pranks, scare and irritate others, discuss alpha to omega, yes... tickling funny bones and bursting out bellies and mind out, all the way through. I feel most happy, comfortable, euphoric, creative and craziest...simply put: imp feels at his home. Our unending amusing peak performances are live wire and sane people in the vicinity (peeping toms, eavesdroppers, and victims) have out of body or near death experiences!! Calvin, Dennis, Tom, Jerry, Dilbert or Cal-loose, Terry, Jom, Jill, Obelisk...all of them gave up and are put to shame. Roles are interchanged too. We live thousand lives in a single convos...most unstoppable fun and creativity happens everyday in my office. Thanks for lambdas and Hertz for they sync so easily, Thanks chari boksi and U know u should also thank me twice for this. Club came to life again! Minds just fart out with ideas...Some honourable names on this occasion are Ricci and Calendar "Nut"ya. Let there be this background music of laughter through out your life. Amen! Insha Allah.
Scene from a Calvin & Hobbes:
Part 0:
Calvin: Our top-secret club, G.R.O.S.S.-- Get Rid Of Slimy girlS!
Susie: Slimy girls?!
Calvin: I know that's redundant, but otherwise it doesn't spell anything
Part 1:"Hello Susie, this is Calvin. I lost our homework assignment. Can you tell me what we were supposed to read for tomorrow?"
"Are you sure you're not calling for some other reason?"
"Why else would I call you?"
"Maybe you missed the melodious sound of my voice?"
"WHAT? Are you crazy? All I want is the STUPID assignment!"
"First say you missed the melodious sound of my voice."
"THIS IS BLACKMAIL!"

