erala sobs. She has every reason too-the death of an unknown student so rattled and shattered the Malayali psyche. The gruesome bloodshed outraged all and evoked all the empathy to the victim.
At Maharajas ,Abhimanyu, the wispy little man was loved by all with his folksy small-town image. He felt all the feels for the famished men around who had a threadbare existence while his gut got baked of starvation. Caste,cread and religion have never barred his way. He saw only humans. The frugal but industrious youngster fed his friends in the Ooru while his belly remained a wind instrument. He would not have been resentful to the monsters who grappled him and held his arms locked behind to make way for an easy kill.
Hours back he was inaugurating the area meeting of the DYFI unit of Vattavada at Koviloor . Echoing the last words of Vemuna of Hydrabad ersity who immolated himself ,revolting against the inimical and predatory trampling and usurping the Dalit rights by the religious elites, he spoke in a strong tang of border Tamil-lingo :”Anaivarum jeevikkana etta ooraka samoohamake maran puthuthalamure thayyarakkanam.Matha theevra vadathilninnum naatte naam pathukakkanam. Jathi-Matah chinthane puthuthalamurakkum valakathukkul kadathividunnvarkethire mun echirikkayaka irikkanam”(The new generation must equip itself to transform this country in to a place where people can harmoniously. We are to insulate the country against religious fanaticism). Soon after, he hurried back ,squeezed like a wedge in a Horticultural Van,to the campus to be part of the graffite scribbles for the freshers day. After the blood-and-guts arguments over graffite rights that followed, he was brutally stabbed to death by the trained henchmen of the killer gang-a well crafted crime plot executed with lethal precision.