OK, so maybe I'm not the mischievous type. But you have to admit, being around mischievous people may seem irritating but deep down you know you're having fun. It's when the forced down part of you comes out, rearing its sniggering head. Everyone has a little mischief in them. Seeing someone use that character to its full use just prompts you to bring out your own little bit. Let's be honest here. Supposing you see some poor soul walking down the corridor and you see another shady looking person stick out his leg. Eventually, if the leg isn't seen the poor coul trips. You know you want to laugh, even if you feel bad for the guy. Mischief can also be called being 'troublesome'. But sometimes mischief is just plain fun.

In one's life there's sure to be a mischievous moment. At least one. Perhaps when you hid your classmate's lunch basket and watched with sadistic delight as he or she searched endlessly until you burst out laughing and showed him or her where you had hid it.

Or the time when you tortured your teacher with the help of your classmates as she sadly tried to keep you all quiet?

Or the time when the whole class pretended there wasn't a test that day so the poor teacher postponed it without her own knowledge.?

What about the time you pretended to be sick on a school day when you knew perfectly well that you were as free of diseases as a frog is of getting chikkun gunya? Your parents would've have cooed over you, telling you to sit back and relax and bunk the day of school. You would give an angelic, innocent, teary smile will inside it was one of satan.

Later, when you got a job and you placed a farting cushion on your boss's seat.. mischievous or not?

Well? Most readers would remember these times or anything related to it. And just the thought brings out little old mr.snickers out again doesn't it?