Life with a school boy

By the time we reached final year, we knew project is the only thing that can save our skin now.  Three years of fooling around ensured this was our last chance to up our overall percentages.  After months of planning or lack of it, we finally had a team ready, and what a team it was.  

School boy remained the most exciting of them all.  He seem to know any good looking girl walking on the road from his school days, if ever we found one.  It was his innocence with which he thought we will beleive every thing he said that made him so 'kickable'.  

I remember our trip to Bangalore.  D***y bird had managed - or he said he managed - an internship program for us at Ashok Layland in Hosur.  We never saw the face of it.  Never the less the visit is etched in my memories because of one man, the school boy.  

It all started while we were on our way to Bangalore, in a KPN bus.  This was a no frill bus.  After a disastrous start to our project search at Rajapalayam and others, we didnot have a lot to go with any ways.  Four of us had occupied a seat almost mid way in the bus,  behind the driver seats.  Sometime late in the night, while we were trying hard to keep our heads stable on the metallic frame of the seat as the bus moved at fabulous speeds only managable by state transport buses, our school boy suddenly got up.  He stood on his seat as is searching for some body in the front row.  Bird some how managed to pull him down as it was dangerous.  Front seats are generally reserved for ladies if you remember.  "What the hell were you doing. You might get all of us beaten up before we reach Bangalore" Bird scolded.  

The response from school boy was as sweet and innocent as you can ever get "I couldn't see the driver from here, so just wanted to confirm whether he is still there"