The bus swerved along the dust path. She woke up with a sudden start and looked all around her. The rest of the passengers of the bus were fast asleep. The bumpy drive had killed her sleep and her thoughts veered to a handful of people who called themselves “Sinister Seven”!!
As the name suggests, they all had a shade of grey in their nature and whatever they gave the gang was just an extension of their personalities. The gang which came together as a quirk of destiny, but had formed such a notorious reputation, that even thinking of them sent shivers down people’s spines.
She thought of the gang leader, Bhai, they all called him with due respect. He was a philosopher dressed in the guise of an automobile geek. He religiously set the strategy of the gang, doling out his advice to all and sundry. The kingpin, his words and plans were always the Omertta for them all.
Bheja fry a.ka. Nerd. He was the operations guy for the gang. He always stood out among the otherwise rowdy gang for his mild nature. But that was just a camouflage for iron glove with which he handled the Bhai’s men!! Unknown to all, he nursed a passion for dance, and finally made world know of the same when he danced his heart out for the World Sinister Meet…
Icehead a.k.a Thanda… A weird name you would think, but that was how he was. Nothing in this world seemed to shake his resolve to not react to anything that even shook up mother earth. Everything had just one reaction, a smile. He was the go to man in extreme crisis, for his lack of emotions helped the gang think straight. However he could bring out extreme reactions from the rest with his impromptu musical rendition, given his talent to make up lyrics even for the most famous songs…
Hero a.ka. Chikna, the charmer in the whole gang. The huge female following the gang enjoyed (despite their wild image) was mostly his contribution. He just had to smile and the world was at his feet. He was the PR man for the gang, building a reputation for them among the other Sinister gangs.
Then there was Netaji or Leader, the name which was given to him, given his interest in the local college political scene. He was known far and wide for being a mediator par excellence. He had to his credit resolved many disputes for the gang. His negotiation skills had also won them many a contracts in the dark world. A true personality!!
DJ , they named him, for his great musical talent. His wisecracks had all of them in splits. He was the crisis man. He was a storehouse of trivia. The looked upto him for the details when micro planning was desired.
The guy who completed the gang, their global face. They called him Chota Bhai. The guy who kept their supply of arms and ammunition intact in times of drought and flood.
His main task was to keep the gang standard in line with other international gangs.
Together thy made up the fabric of a group which spread dread whenever they gathered together, their laughter too often mistaken for crack of thunder, such was the impact it gave to the outside world.
(However there was a catch; after revealing so much of insider information, she had to go underground with police protection. … Happy Rakshabandhan my dear bothers… This is just my way of saying thank you for everything and I am truly proud of what each one of you have turned into.. true gentlemen ….
Psst.. but please fess up to the world that all the weight I put on is because all the secrets I store for you!!! And yeah our war cry “Lukkhagiri Rulezzzzz”!!!)