Paranoia Principality

A 'funny' portrait (narrative) of an Indian world-prince (diamonds) whose infatuation with a housekeeper (Mena) and encounter with a Martian draws him to detention(s).

An alien-themed romantic comedy loosely inspired by A Fish Called Wanda (Kevin Kline). Hope you like (signing off!), 

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I've been living in India as a Catholic scholar of blood-diamond corruption in Asia/Europe but started to feel under the spell of metaphysical paranoia when I'd hired a new maid/housekeeper named Mena who'd been hypnotizing me with her humble charms and magical beauty and enlightening the 'aura' of my very comfortable home in Kerala (New Friends Colony).

My name's Amlan Satan, and I'm a born-again Christian/Catholic, and I work doubly as a blood-diamond infiltration operationalist in places like Northern Ireland (United Kingdom) and discovered a strange enchantment when I hired Mena as my personal housekeeping maidservant and started chatting about her (casually/anonymously) with my Facebook-chess opponents.

I'm an 'avid-fan' of sports-mementos/diamonds and like collecting civilization treasures or gems of the sportsmanship dialogue/matrix and enjoy celebrations of great legends like Gavaskar, Maradona, Bo Jackson, and Jim Courier. My cricket toys/collections are quite nice and remind me why I like 'hybridizing' society-IQ with ideations of aesthetic dollars. It's my secret hobby, which satisfied me (completely!) until I met Mena.

MENA: All your kitchen/den belongings are in 'good-order' Amlan, and I'll arrange your personal items (bedroom) Saturday.

AMLAN: Mena, I'm gifting you this special/modern Maruti (SUV) for V-Day, and consider it a special 'magic' of capitalism-chess.

INTERPOL: Blood-diamond corruption today threatens the gem-exchange and makes terrorism-woe in Northern Ireland (UK).

CATHOLIC PASTOR/SERMON (Kerala, India): Blessed are those find patience in Scripture(s) and the 'majesty' of defined IQ!

While working as a diamonds-operator in places like British Columbia and Delhi, I learned my 'James Bond' diamond-scholarly life had become a weight of dense study, and Mena conversely made me feel more 'metaphysically-paranoia' that I'd been justifying transcendence to neglect the 'order' of things, of life itself, and considered making Facebook-IQ superior to intelligence-works.

That's when a Martian contacted me, an alien named Endymion spying on humanity from Earth's moon. He hacked into my Kerala computer-terminal and challenged me to draw a stalemate-condition(s) chess-match against him to justify a non-Invasion policy and self-exile isolationist decision for himself (in the Earth deep-ocean abyss) but not if I failed, requiring me to muster/blend my patience...with wit(s). I triumphed!

ENDYMION: Damn; you've used a swift rook-bishop double-line array leverage to counter my queen-knight advance(s), man!

ME: Cool, very cool; I'm retiring and marrying Mena; I wish you well, in the ocean-abyss (self-exile!) with this achievement.

ENDYMION: Your confident/calm/focused humility has saved your species, Mr. Satan.

ME: Excellence...all the best!

ENDYMION: Send me a photo of one of your treasures/sports-collection as a memento of this diplomacy-compact.

ME: Of course; I'll send you my Toy-Story chess-set portrait or perhaps my 'vintage' Gavaskar (India) cricket-sports card!

ENDYMION: Excellence...all the best (damn).

MENA: Amlan and I've been married 1 year (expecting son); he harbors a calm secret (not curious!); giving him life's date(s).

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"Money is everything" (Ecclesiastes)