Balls

Well, not the ones you are thinking of. The balls, well, ball in question was a little basketball stress-buster-type-thing. Their basic function is to be held in the hand, and be squeezed. Its great fun, and apparently gets rid of stress too. Two birds with one stone.
Oh, as I found out later, this little thing also bounced quite well, and did so exceedingly well of other people's head. Especially the forehead, where there is no hair to interfere with the elastic collision.

Damn all collisions.

Well, the little basketball was provided by Vrinda, and I got my hands on it after break, after a major battle for possession with Prateek, who also fancied having a nice miniature basketball.

The ball was, however already firmly in my grasp, and thus began the struggle for possession.
If anyone doesn't already know, PC is a giant of sorts, six foot two and quite a decent bit across, now that he doesn't get much exercise. Since I am five feet sevenish, and lean, this would seem to put me at a great disadvantage. But no, this was not true. Because all the effing size and body weight in the world can't help you pry open someone's hand.

What can, however, is nails. Which, by the way, Prateek also has. Needless to say, once he brought out his secret weapon, I surrendered the coveted object to PC.

what's the moral of the story? Size doesn't matter, nails do.

Take that any way you like.