Good ole days

I am definitely taking advantage of the free calling to London and rewiring my connections with an old family friend Hardik. I hardly remember calling him by that name, coz it was "bhailu" all the time. Anycase, Bhailu, please don't get mad at me when you read this. Anyways, the point is, we were talking of the good ole days at Bombay, or Mumbai, though Bombay is way more appealing. The good ole college days, the bunking, the wada paavs, the canteen food, lying to mom and sneaking out to watch a movie, or sneaking out just to hang out with friends. Wat carefree days!!!!! I was the PJ queen in the college. I went around torturing everyone, considering the sadist that I am. I loved it. Just a few days back, i got a forwarded email of these PJs, some of which did tickle my bone, and some of which, were plain disgusting. Is there a way to get back to those times?