Anyways, this time round even my home net connection failed me; so was feeling soooo left out that I decided to come to office. Its mayhem over here. One day I am not here, boss was about to leave on his Europe trip, so gave him all the stuff I prepared, and checked on all the bachchhas; they were having party (literally behind me!). Once everything were brought to order it was already midweek.
Then, it started. A bad taste in mouth (because of the fever stuff); blocked nose (cant even enjoy a good fag!), and a sudden lull at work. So the urge to bring the good taste came back. Tried having a load full of sweets from the shop beside; yet it was not back. Suddenly looking at those children playing in the park, brought back some memories. Memories of a prankster, the undisputed head of Mischief Mongers Inc. And with those memories, I don’t know when I started smiling all by myself. I am sure this is one person, my blog friends have not met. In fact all my posts and comments have somehow given me an image of a very serious, may be romantic, broken heart poor-thing? Have been awarded the title of “Borus” too (oh – I gracefully accept that!). But – there was, and still is hidden somewhere in there, a person who was master of mischief. So I decided to start this section. Though there are so many that I can start a whole new blog with them, but decided to grace this space with them instead.
So, where do I start it from? May be from the very beginning? The oldest memories? Now this can be a non-chronological thing. Will put them as and when they come to mind, this is my space after all. And all those deeds are worth recording someplace.