Thank you for the kind words in your Editor’s Note on Brother Mukundan’s Letter (DV Oct. 1, 2005 p.17). I am still alive. Sometimes I wonder if I am still physically alive. Actually it is the memories of those good old days that keep me still alive. Anyway it is very interesting to note the time and the way I happened to appear in the memory of my most intimate brother-cum-colleague, Mukundan Peruvattur.
I was and am still wandering in the streets of Calicut uncared, unnoticed even by my most beloved colleagues. If I can use the word fortunate, yes, I was not at all fortunate enough to receive a smile or even a wishing from the leaders and writers of the great revolutionary movement with whom I spent my youthful years.
I don’t feel pained because this is quite natural in this extremely Brahmini Sed society. What I could do is very little. But I am satisfied in the sense that I have done my level best to do justice to the mission I had undertaken-even doing injustice to my family.
The most important lesson I learnt is that no one can achieve or succeed under the existing system without the support of a caste or a community in which one is born or that of the community for which one is working. DV’s “caste identity” theory has another proof.
Many who talk and write about great ideas and thoughts really don’t mean it. I was very late to realize this stark truth. Such a late realization of this cruel truth caused heavy casualties in my personal life. Thanks to Babasaheb, better late than never.
(varaprathp@yahoo.co.in)
