The title was directly lifted from the subject that Mojo used for the mails that went into the planning.

TOP SECRET was intentional. It had to be. It was TAAP SECRET matter

It all began in the back seat of the KSRTC red bus that we took to chikkamagalur on our way to Mullainagiri trek. The masterminds – Mojo, Ranger, Sudhaam & Sandy(the ditcher).

The original plan was to embarass Thamie in front of his classmates on his arrival back home. We just wanted to ensure that the first words out of his mouth as soon as he lands in Bangalore would be, “Yen Chappa gaLu sisya!”(In his typical mid-england accent).

Draft Version of the plan:

Gather about 10-12 kumaarrs. Dress them up in typical Mandya lungi – shirtsu. Arrange for a band – Tamte Dholu. and to top it up some Annamman dancu. As soon as he sets his foot outside the terminal, to jump at his feet with “Addbiddvi buddhi” and put a “Notina haara” on him.

Some additions to the plan also included arranging for some ‘chakkas’ to embarrass him even more.

But the plan needed some refining provided the fact that the venue for this kumaarrgiri plan was the Bangalore airport. and the ‘maamas’ over there weren’t our actual ‘maamas’ to just let us go ahead with all these nakhras.

The revised plan:

Dress code : Formal attire, with ties. [of course we are the corporate kumaarrs now ]

The ‘Notina haara’ was too good an idea to ditch.

If not the ‘tamte dholu’ band, some ‘noise making apparatus’ as a replacement.

And of course a video camera to capture all the kumarrgiri[ which will be uploaded to Youtube/Kumaarrs soon ]

Ranger went about finding out the flight particulars from Thamie a couple of days earlier. He was flying by emirates, via Dubai. The fact that he would land here around 1745hrs ‘local time’ on a friday evening made it much more easier for us.
Another good news was that his parents weren’t going to be present at the airport to witness the ‘brutal assault’ that was to be meted out on him

The D-Day (14th December ‘07)

25 Rs.1000 notes( of course fake ones ). Check.

Shawl( oddisoke) – Missing! Replacement – A typical haLLi ishtyle patpate towel. Check.

Tilak(for the welcome) – small packet of Kumkuma from Chan’s house. Check.

Placard( to clearly indicate our presence). KG cardboard & markers(from Rami’s office ). Check.

Chamki material plastic Garland from the local fancy store at Domlur. Check.

‘Noise making apparatus’ – Chikk makkLa aaTad peepi. Check.

Cameramen. Ranger with 850IS & Sathya with S5IS. Double check.

Arrival time. Check. Double Check. Triple Check.( To ensure that the TAAP SECRET plan doesn’t turn into a self-goal )

1725: Flight landed.

1727: Rami is the first of the kumaarrs to reach the venue.

1732: Ranger’s in with the news that the flight has landed at 1725. Rami panics at the non-presence of the other kumaarrs.

1741: Baby & Sathya ( with his state-of-the-art rash driving on his Apache) reach the venue.
1749: Sudhaam also reaches the venue.

1750: Ranger & Sathya prepare the HUGE placard.( btw it read, “Thamie, SeineKumaarr. Chappar CEO in the making!” ) Sudhaam & Rami busy with the ‘Notina Haara’. Baby busy looking out for Thames & explaining our weird attire & crazy acts to the visibly surprised onlookers.

Everything is set. Jayu is still stuck in Airport Rd traffic. Katti is still stuck in Intermediate Ring road!

THE MAN arrives!(But to our disappointment, his classmates who were supposed to be witnesses to this historic assault were nowhere to be seen around him )

The ‘hawa’ begins! Thames thoroughly surprised to see a few familiar faces around, and very much embarrassed at what was happening to him. More so was his younger bro who kept quiet throughout the ‘act’.

Notina haara put. Chamki haara put. doDDa Naama put. The rest of the Kumaarrs did the ‘Thamie dance’ (reference Smriti ‘06 video) around THE MAN. Finally the words were out, “Yen chappa gal sisya!” (but this time with a hint of French influence to his mid-English accent). “I liked the attire though boys. Good stuff.” In the meanwhile OhJa signals his arrival with his ‘peepi’ sound. Katti c00l d00d still stuck in Intermediate ring road decides to take an U-Turn instead. All sort of Patel pics put at the airport with various poses around THE MAN. With Thamie speaking about the highlights of his trip for about an hour and the other Kumaarrs celebrating the success of the ‘act’ by relishing on the imported chocolate.

So this was how Operation SeineKumaarr [TOP SECRET] was successfully executed.

P.S: Seine is the Thames of Paris

“Billy.. Billy!”
“Huh?”
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing”
silence..
“When is she leaving?”
“Tomorrow, morning”
“Aren’t you going to send her off?”
“No.. not a chance. There is no point. You don’t understand”
“I..”
“There is no point. I knew it would come to this, things just weren’t meant to be. It’s too late”
“It’s never late”
“No use. Can’t do anything now. I had so many opportunities to tell her, so many. But it’s all over now, what’s done can not be undone. She’s will be gone and there is nothing I can do about it. Don’t tell me anything now, please.”
silence..
“I’ve got to go now. What will you do?”
“Nothing. Nothing“

.. To be Continued

I am already deteriorated. It’s noon in hot summer where along with my chums I was hunting for new accommodation. It was ineluctable for us as we had informed the proprietor about vacating. I had ditched breakfast in morning. Ya we loved that word – ‘Ditch’. Frank wouldn’t have lived that word. He applied this all his assignments, internals, debate, project and the outcome was never abominable.

Kody finally called an agency and we saw some dwellings in evening. The house was finalized and decided to shift on weekend. We packed our belongings and started to move in forenoon. Anton, lazy as always delayed in packing. We reached the destination before sun set. After unpack of luggage we had our dinner. And Kody is a nice cook. I assisted him and Anton lying next to TV. I wrote mail to all my friends about the new residence. After finishing my work I went to sleep. Slowly closing my eyes and the dreams are just in front me. I felt the presence of Fiona. And this has become routine every night after she left and I didn’t find any difference in our new place either.

I could hear the CNBC headlines from the neighbors TV, early morning 7 30. It’s Sunday, one peaceful life in the whole week. I went out to collect the news paper and oh my God and I see Fiona, waiting for someone to open the door. ‘What a surprise’. The refulgence of her face was striking my eyes. It was been past 4 years since she left me and there wasn’t a minute change in her. She came in and we had breakfast together. She had got transferred here last month.

Mom and Dad arrived after an hour. I had told them about Fiona before. They were happy to see her. In the noon Fiona decided to go shopping and Mom accompanied her as she was going alone. One hope impinging my mind – how can I convince her not to live me again. She wont I guess. Ya… ‘hope is good thing’.

After Mom and Fiona left, Dad went to meet his old pals, Anton and Kody to Racecourse. I started watching Nickelodeon and I could hear the door bell. It is the second shock of the day. It’s ‘Tristan’. I could see tears in her eyes. I guessed she was in some trouble. Tristan was good friend of mine from childhood. She was very close to me until I found Fiona. She was pretty good looking, charming and innocent girl. She started to explain how much she likes me and had waited for me from long time. I told her Fiona just came back I will be looking forward with her. I tried to convince her but see was weeping.

I got the break as my cell started to vociferate. The caller says she is ‘Sarah’, and she is not able to find my house. I guided her how to reach my place. Oh ya… met her few days back in project meeting. But why the hell she wants to come to my place? I checked my e mails and I can see 2 more gals looking forward to meet me.

Its 2pm in the afternoon and Sarah reached my place. Sarah was astonished to see Tristan but she didn’t ask about that. She tried to convince me to enroll some dance class with her. I was undecided. And Fiona returned from shopping. I introduced Sarah to Fiona. Sarah acted as if she knows me from past many years which made Fiona uncomfortable. Tristan still weeping.

Now wait a sec this is impossible. I feel something wrong. How can this happen?

I opened my eyes and I am in old apartment. Then i realized, Fiona was a good name.