A high powered UDF Committee met at Thiruvanathapuram to discuss the Kochu Pillai-Valiya Pillai dispute. The constituents of the Committee were RC, OC and PC. (To help the uninitiated Mallus, it may be mentioned that RC is Ramesh Chennithala, KPCC President, OC is Oommen Chandy, Kerala CM, and PC is the irrepressible PC George, Chief Whip.)
“This father-son street brawl is causing acute embarrassment to the UDF,” RC started.
OC had a tired and harassed look. “Well everyone knows that father and son are on different planets,” he said cautiously. “But what I simply can’t understand is Balakrishan Pillai’s callous attitude towards his own son..”
“His own son?” PC interjected, “How can you be so sure?” PC always spoke his mind. No editing. No censorship. No fear. No hesitation.
RC intervened. “Can’t you see the striking resemblance, you moron? Ganesh Kumar even has Pillai’s voice. How could you even imagine…”
“I know! I know!” PC conceded quickly, “It’s just that Pillai-achan’s behavior often sends the wrong message.”
OC looked distinctly uncomfortable. “Yes, even a step father wouldn’t behave…” he said, choosing his words with abundant caution.
PC’s face bore an I-told-you-so look as he glanced at RC.
OC continued, “We are facing tough challenges on the political front. The LDF is trying hard to wrest the Piravom seat from us. Our coalition partners are on their own track. I don’t have to mention which group is giving the most trouble.” Now it was PC’s turn to look sheepish.
“We can’t afford to lose a single MLA,” RC stated firmly. “What if Ganesh is provoked into resigning his Assembly seat? Just imagine that!” For a moment RC almost sounded like actor Suresh Gopi.
PC grinned from ear to ear. OC spoke up. “That would be disastrous. Pillai will rush in to contest from Pathanapuram, and he will lose his deposit.”
“And the Government will fall. We all fall down! Amen.” PC announced, unperturbed.
RC was silent for a while. Then he said calmly, “Leave this to me.”
OC and PC looked at RC in surprise. “Whha..t are you g.g..ggoing to do?” they stuttered in unison.
“I shall call them to Indira Bhavan at 9 a.m. tomorrow,” RC explained. “Then I shall lock both of them into a small room and leave them there for the rest of the day. At 5 p.m. I shall open the door of the room and let the survivor out.”
PC heard a thud. He looked to his left. OC had fallen to the floor in a dead faint.