To cut a long story short.....

All "good stories" begin with "Once upon a time..............". The first impression that this simple phrase conveys to my mind is that the story is probably going to be a very long one. And if this particular phrase is followed by "It was a time when....." within a few lines I am of the opinion that it is going to be a story with very lengthy descriptions. But as they say when in doubt take the safest path. So here I begin my tale with the conventional :
"Once upon a time..." I was a kid. Everyone was a kid once. What I am trying to imply is that I was a kid at heart. Some may wonder what on earth do I mean by a kid at heart. There are so many kids who act as if they are 60 years old, kids who carry a look of an illustrious member of some wise council, and kids who have such a boring life that even Boredom gets bored staying with them. These are actually kids with an old heart. On the other hand we have enough examples of old people enjoying life as if they were a kid. Playing pranks, enjoying the small and silly things in life. These are old men with the heart of a kid. I must not get carried away and make this story long just as the first line suggests. So I'll continue with my story.
"It was a time when..." my heart was a kid!! It may even be a kid now but it lately it has caught the habit of throwing tantrums and being as unpredictable as a teenager. I was afraid my heart was growing up and would soon grow old. I was afraid that it would stop me from enjoying and appreciating the little things. I was afraid it would stop being silly! Little did I know that I was soon to be proven wrong.
Just when the cloud cover was darkest, a ray of sunshine broke through it. My heart did something so silly that I was convinced it would never grow up. It changed its allegiance. Instead of obeying me it became a mercenary and started beating for someone else. Every time that person was near it skipped a beat and danced about playfully, without considering for one moment how difficult it was getting for me. Some might say that this is not really silly at my heart's part. But others don't know my heart as well as I do. If you have ever taken a kid to a candy shop you would know how difficult it is to exercise control. The greedy kid keeps on changing his sweet demands every two seconds. One moment he wants the orange one and the next moment he wants the mango candy too!! The same goes for my heart as well. Always behaving like a kid, it kept changing its demands. Lately it had stopped asking me for any candy at all which was a reasonable reason to worry. But now that it has once again made a demand, a so unreasonable and silly demand which only a kid can make, I am convinced that it was only behaving itself to ask for the most expensive gift.
Now that it has been denied its request, it has again started acting silly. It makes me do things I used to do as a kid. here is how the list goes,

 

1) Locking some poor guy in the toilet 

2) Climbing on an escalator that is coming down  

3) Reading "Goosebumps" and "Noddy" 

4) Irritating people with stupid questions 

5) Making prank calls to unknown numbers 

6) Drawing horrible sketches of food items  

7) And singing publicly in my not so melodious voice. 

8) ************************ ****************:- things which I cannot mention on this blog :)

Now I wont stretch this any longer. But I feel the need of issuing a warning in public interest that makes them aware that a grown up boy with a loony heart may spoil their day.

PS: All good stories end with "And they lived happily ever after....". Couldn't squeeze it in the main body so excuse me for adding it in the post script.