Illanthirayan was the guy living right across my flat. His wife and kids were regular visitors to my home. We being the few rare South Indians in my colony. He had a computer business or a portal or something like that.
A couple of years ago, CBI landed up at his place late in the night and arrested him. He was suspected of sneaking out sensitive information to Al Qaeda and Lashkar E Toiba.
Never got to hear the full story until I surfed up this link. Apparently, he was also kicked out from ISRO, which is where he was previously employed, because of some fraudulent activities.
Huh! The quite Mallu living next door was silently betraying the nation. Pretty hard to imagine!
Disclaimer The
Neurotic One shall use this narcissistic recluse to blow his own trumpet, to
question the parentage of Communists and to blast the world for what it is.
Readers who do not concur, are requested to bend over and kiss his buttocks.
Readers are also strongly advised against side effects of reading Neurotica,
such as strong nausea, splitting headaches, insomnia, visions of Baba Sehgal
chasing you in a thong, suicidal depression, delirium, anti social behaviour,
transformtion into an ugly toad, nightmares about ugly and naked fat men, STDs,
Kafka dreams or brief flashes of intelligence.
If you do feel these side effects, oh well. Sue me.