The Hall of Valhalla

Dosa Hut epic – Vol - 3

There was utter chaos in Chicago. The stocks plummeted and two senators and seven CEOs committed suicide. Catastrophe descended on the entire world. The last thing anybody wanted now was a child custody case and the Dosa Hut supremo grounded beneath it. Stock holders had mass brain hemorrhage.

Meanwhile, Raghu and Vasanth were back from Morocco. Things did get out of hand but never out of reach. With the typical calm and steely resolve, they set about doing the inevitable.

They entered the cozy Chicago bungalow.

"How bad is it?" wondered Vasanth aloud.

"I told you it was a bad idea" Thalai said and he made no attempt to hide his discontent.

"I know...but I guess this is actually what we wanted. We just have to make sure it doesn't happen again...more than once is not pleasant"

Thalai pondered over it...

"it did wonders for Mick Jagger... and the press love it"

"Yeah...we can turn the tide easily and make it work for us too" said Vasanth as he made himself comfortable by the pool side.

Thalai was walking at a furious pace...it generally meant nothing.

"Should we call Nadhas for this one?"

Vasanth nodded his head as he reached for the phone.

Some arbit land masses, oceans and islands away, the Mediterranean sun shined brightly. The Seville beach in Southern Spain was Nadhas' personal favourite. It was also crucial as the 'cargo' volume that crossed the Straits of Gibraltar was huge. It was so important that Nadhas spent most of the summer there. The loud beats of the hip hop music blared in the personalised giant speakers and tried to drown out the sound of the sea.

Nadhas sipped on the cocktail as he enjoyed the massage administered by the carefully handpicked and finest of the Spanish women-folk.

The phone rang.

Nadhas calmly took the .65 caliber and blasted the speakers of the stereo. He hated any kind of disturbance.

The phone still rang.

For a moment, Nadhas considered putting the Spanish chick out of service permanently. But then, logic dawned on him and he picked the phone

The conversation went so:

Nadhas - " " (a nod)

Vasanth- "Nadhas, Kozhi"

Nadhas - " " (a nod again)

click.

A very faint smile spread across Nadhas' face.

The same arbit landmasses, oceans and islands back, the city of Philadelphia was bustling with the usual action.

Kozhi briskly made his way to the subway station. He could not help feeling satisfied with himself. Nobody had even a faint clue about what he's just done. But this is how people climbed up didn't they? A few whispers won't hurt the big men...But it could help the smaller ones a lot.

As he descended the stairs, Kozhi had no clue what whispers did to big men... He didn't know they screamed...

He didn't know they killed...

posted by Vasanth Rao @ 7:30 pm