A lot of falthu memories from school seem to have gathered over time.
What fun it was to be around with friends, carrying zero cares of the world, moving aimlessly across the school grounds and talking rubbish (I still practice this one feature :-P). I remember running along the corridors and refusing to take the stairs that led to the terrace. They were rumors of a ghost parading the school. So we would climb three to four steps in gangs, to avoid close encounters-motto in action was united we stand and divided we fall,  and quickly run down yelling "bhooth bhooth!". Probably it was just another random outdoor sport we liked. Also, during the same time, an earthquake hit our city. Now this event only added more "masala" to the bhooth concept. The telugu word for earthquake is BHOO-kampam. Kids spread around the latest addition to the list of rumors that this bhookampam also erupted from the terrace in the school. Basically, the terrace was a big no no (hmmm....makes we wonder if these things were spread about by the school's management to keep us away from the terrace). My memorized list of telugu vocabulary at the time, or any other language for that matter, was on the lower end of the spectrum. I associated this BHOO-kampam as another BHOOth and happily accepted it to be a friend of the already existing bhooth. Such was my evolved brain, har tharaf man maani, kuch bhi suno aur kuch bhi samajh lo offer :-) Hahahhaha.....surprisingly I do so for a lot of words even now, I guess old habits die hard!

After passing out of preparatory school our madness with the bhooth stories got better and more refined. We didn't want to end it with climbing down a flight of stairs, a Fellowship of the bhooth pakdo mania was called into action. We would wait after school hours till the school was almost empty and run through all the buildings in the school. I remember clearly well that we moved around like the penguin spies in the movie Madagascar. Of course, we maintained good records of everything we observed, a daily journal made out of a fresh notebook covered with a glossy brown paper AND a sticker on it was updated regularly. Every rubbish noise or event was a potential poltergeist, theories were developed, inferences from the already collected data were established, spooky stories were recounted to upgrade our fears-just to increase the losing spirits of the members in the fellowship. All the results added to one explanation and one explanation only- the church.....and the graveyard beside it! We speculated that the evil arose from the graveyard and soon would take over the school and haunt all of us because some kids threw stones beyond the wall separating the graveyard from the school. The evil were angered. But how do we prove this? For several days we wandered across the school, tried to sneak into the graveyard - such efforts went futile because our watchmen yelled at us for performing foolish stunts, and other ideas of the kind were implemented. As with most other jobs taken up as kids-attention deficits crept into our lives, basically that "life is calling where are you" happened. Other distracting projects came up and I cant seem to recollect what our precise conclusion was-I guess the starting was neat but the ending was a bungled up job :-P.
But who cared really during those times....we weren't answerable to anyone about it ....we did it out of fun and stopped when it didnt make any sense and therefore stopped being fun.....Sigh.....I wish I could incorporate such an ideology in my current work !