In the childhood of us 20-odd-year-olds, there was always a boy at the center of attention whose shenanigans were what made him like us. What a day it would turn out to be when we suddenly break a glass or pull our little sisters hair! Voices from around the house would then carry the melody that we were busted!Whoooooooops!e had a boy, Abbas Gholi KhanSo rude and crudeAli Mardan Khan, was his nameAbout whom the maid was in despairAli Mardan Khan had turned into our nightmare and our only hope