The (k)nights in suburbia

i am searching for god, or Satan or whatever that could break the monotony, create excitement, give me anecdotes to tell etc.
about an year ago, sitting by seashore one early breezy morning, all we thought about was getting back to some warm nestling place. we stayed there for quite a long time nevertheless.. one year hence the memory is sufficiently hazy to feel nostalgic.
lets go another year backwords..what was i doing then? sitting on terrace, thinking aloud, discussing RDB, discussing the not-so-interesting test for masters, scandalizing and scaring few as we decided to test our vocal chords, and our capability as different species..and finally scampering to our rooms almost by early morning when the 'security' people decided enough was enough..
Memories are comforting, though sometimes they make one sad, reflect and say those were the best days etc..why do peole want to change world? leave legacy? is it so that one evening they could fall back in reverie, tell stories of lost worlds and wonderful nights.. do you think that's what god does in his free time? well there are three options, yes/know/ don't know.. but you must respond otherwise nothing will happen.. maybe another insgnificant moment will be past when you chose to be aloof even though you had a chance...