Khaali dimaagh Shaytaan ka ghar...

For a lot of time, I have been trying to think of ways to avenge my van driver's brutalities against my harmless existence but I keep forgetting about them until every morning. I have found myself and my van mates very creative when it comes to inventing names. So like good girls, we'd never argue with our respected-when-present van uncles but would coin them fitting referrals based on their 'characteristical' attributes.

I remember, two years back, we had a van wala who used to wear that freddy-like cap, so we referred to him (amongst ourselves of course) as Uncle Nightmare. Then, there was this other driver who had serious staring problems - he was rightfully labelled as Uncle Taardhoo the other day .There was also an uncle who was as little as Lord Farquaad of Shrek - I dunno why but soon he was entitled as Habibi. May be that had something to do with his Shaikh style goatee. So yes, that's kind of our tradition. Now, I do remember some of us discussing what could we call the second last one, while lamenting his brutalities against us, amongst ourselves - the unarmed students. 0:) I guess, that thought evaporated everybody's mind not just mine. But one day, I managed to ink it before it could disappear into nothingness. I thought, we could call the deadly commando - the Spartan King of Today. Uncle Spartan must have been either a court martialled fauji or a reincarnated punctual Nazi or may be he was simply possessed by some grudging gora spirit. He could have been a desi version of  Robocop too, as everything he did was so calculated and accurate that there was no chance of him failing to achieve his target. For him success was 'getting to college the earliest'. And people who messed with his target, like, posed potential threats in his way to success (Stop pointing your fingers at me! What about Sana, eh?) were either tagged as 'shout-ats' or preferably 'leave-them-at-their-doorsteps' aka 'make-them-miss-their-school' types by none other than our very own furious Uncle Spartan. And, yes, I have been pretty much honored as being tagged as both. :P He was also ultra sensitive about how his vehicle got treated. Now, you must have gotten the hint that Commando Sahab was VERY serious about time .....I mean he was NEVER late, not even a minute - he could come early but NEVER late. And I shall stop here -- I don't know, if this pretty controlled description has entered into the forbidden Territory of Gheebat. Hence, I'll just let it evaporate. :)