An Untold Story: Part I

This is Part I of 'An Untold Story'. The preface can be found here

Rains have been quite hard this year and the entire city has been flooded at this point of time. But the Rain Gods were in no mood to relent, with rains lashing across all parts of the state. It was 2 am on a Sunday morning. It was a time when the entire Dumeelkuppam locality was asleep, except one man. He was sitting in front of his computer, and analysing the globe's latest developments on crime, using a Windows media player (Yes, Thats our hero). Random mouse clicks and Enter key strokes marked his acknowledgement of the impending grave danger to Planet Earth. He typed some stuff furiously on the monitor and then turned to show his face. Out of nowhere, a garland of roses came flying to grace his shoulders. He thanked the Almighty, let out a little smile and went to sleep. Deep within, Kaptaan knew that he was 'The One' chosen to save Mother Earth.

Tomiyaami Aguckhi saw an email with priority level set to 'Highest' flashing on her desktop. Aguckhi was 22 year old, a bit short, but nevertheless very good looking. She did her graduation in the Tom Yum Kum University in Japan, and she was working as the seceretary to the Japanese President. She opened the attachment in the email, and she could see, ofcourse on the Windows Media Player, Kaptaan speaking in Tamil. Aguckhi was well versed with the Tamil language, so were the thousands of Presidential seceretaries across the globe. Kaptaan had proactively arranged an intensive training camp for them in Madurai, the previous year. Kaptaan said "Aliens from planet XXX are planning to launch a massive attack on our planet. The date though not very clear is not too far. We are running out of time."

'Houston.. We have an issue here... An impending alien attack not far away... Wake up the President, the White House Resident.. Yay!! That rhymes... Over and Out...'

The American President's dreams on the German Chancellor were cut short by the SOS message. The President was understandably not pleased. He called up the British Prime Minister.

'Trony. Did u hear the news?'

'Yes Gargle'

'Damn you Trony. Didn't I tell you to call me Gorgeous?'

'Duh, huh!! Yes yes.. Just that calling you by that name is a bit difficult to Gargle, err digest'
'Anyways, What do you mean by aliens?? Are they Lebanese?'

'I am not very sure. Intelligence reports say they are from some other planet. Is there a Lebanon outside Earth'

'May be. You never know!! What do we do now??'

'What about an emergency meeting with all the G8 members or the UN Security Council or an Al Jazeera statement?'

'I do not think those ideas will work. The only solution lies in calling up Kaptaan'

'Kaptaan!!! Who is this Kaptaan?'

Before he could finish the question Sin a time Sittaal, the famous footballer appears out of nowhere and drills his head right into Trony's chest.

'You deserve this for your ignorance about the world's saviour Kaptaan'

'Xavier?? Is he Xavier or Kaptaan??' queries Gargle, apparently confused between saviour and Xavier.

.... to be continued ......