It’s the year 2013. A top Union Minister is at his secret farm house, sipping scotch on the rocks and smoking a Cuban cigar, while his men stealthily shunt bags full of currency notes. Suddenly, the door swings wide open and a man barges in, walking with a noticeable swagger, sporting dark glasses despite the night lights, and wearing a sleek leather jacket. He jumps and seats himself onto the table in front of the Minister in a jiffy.
“Mera naam hai Pal; Log mujhe pyar se Lokpal kahte hain,”(“Yen peyer Pal, Lokpal! Peyer kaeta summa addiruthilla,” — in the Tamil version) he says, followed by a long, seemingly incessant, mean-sounding laughter. Instantly, the Minister’s goons set aside their booty and charge towards the man with mega-sized sticks. The super hero grabs the sticks in the nick of time, almost like he had an extra pair of eyes at the back of his head.