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Mishab!

Smiling face! where did you go?...... https://www.facebook.com/mishab.irikkur

(First Year Memoir October 7, 2023)

 

I never imagined that I would be writing such a memoir. It causes me a lot of pain and tears. Mishab means for me full of love Like a blooming flower. Mishab’s memories run deep. Anyone who met Mishab will never forget his face with smile. His welcome will be imprinted in everyone's heart at the very first meeting.

 

In 2011, I stayed at Sabarmati Hostel in Jawaharlal Nehru University, New Delhi. At that time Aslam from Malappuram took six months to get accommodation so he stayed with me till then. I think it's December, Mishab and Muhassin came to my room to see Aslam who was staying in my room. That was the first introduction of Mishap and me. He is very happy because I belong to Tamil Nadu. He conversed with me as Anna.

 

My friend Rahim was also staying in the same hostel. As I, Rahim and Aslam were staying at Sabarmati hostel, our friendship continued as Mishab would often come to our hostel and chat and sing with us. Later he also got Sabarmati Hostel. He was there only for a few months.

Although all state students’ study in the Jawaharlal Nehru University, I am close friends with Malayalam Mappila friends. Because of their love, warmth and politics attracted me a lot. I used to sing folk songs. Mishab, who is involved in it, often listens to chants in the evenings. He claps his hands and sings along. Will enjoy it very much.

 

Tamil students established an organization called Tamil Cultural Association and used to organize a cultural program called Tamil Maalai every year, followed by dinner and singing and dancing. I think in 2013, After the program we sang and danced to Tamil and Malayalam songs. I have one Video clip on that event. In that video Mishab's smile shines brightly. Watching that video now is heartbreaking. Tears appear.

 

In 2016 when he was staying at the Mahanadi Hostel, I used to see him often when I went to the Brahmaputra Hostel. He introduced us to his wife. I think that was the last time I saw him at the Brahmaputra bus stop.

 

In the Indian social structure Muslims are oppressed by religion and Dalits by caste. Dalits and Muslims must fight together against these oppressions. In that sense Mishab was a politically articulate person. He participated in many protests in the university. He made good friends with Dalit people. He showered a lot of love on me not only because I was from Tamil Nadu but also because I was a Dalit. He felt our pains.

 

Only with full political clarity and ideological strength can one converse with everyone in all situations with a balanced mind. Mishab lived as the best proof of that.

 

Whenever he sees me, he inquires with love “Jayapal anna. how are you?” That voice still rings in my ears when I think of him. All who were benefited and loved by him will never forget him and his smiling face. His memories will be with us till our last breath. Mishab's fame that left such an impression on us will last forever.

 

Jai Mishab.

 

With pain

Jayabal Solai

Chennai.