The Tenth Anniversary Founder’s Day Parade is about to begin. The long-awaited arrival has taken place secretly with the King having descended onto the only land of his dreams, his own little Kolaazham. Right behind the King, the sun and the moon and the rains and the birds and the trees and the animals and the insects and the machines and the paper ads and the tableaus and the floats and the vehicles and the thousands upon on thousand spectators are all thronging the streets of this mystical, mythical, real Union Territory for witnessing the colossal Parade. Amid the all-round gigantic eruption of celebrations and noise there are lives lived, there are missions to be accomplished, there is history, there is myth, there is reality, there is joy, there is remorse, there is laughter, there is pain, there is wonder, there is failure, there is villainy, there is hope. Here then unfolds several stories that happen in a day in Kolaazham’s next instalment; Life and Times in Kolaazham Part II: Founder’s Day.