#First casualty
Once upon a time, Comrade Arsho, the self-styled revolutionary of SFI fame, had declared with great philosophical depth that slapping a dignitary like T. P. Sreenivasan was no major offence. It is merely a revolutionary pat on the cheek.
History, however, has a curious sense of humour. Years later, when the universe decided to return the gesture it was on Arsho’s nose. The comrade’s revolution suddenly transformed into righteous indignation.
The same crowd that once hailed “protest slaps” as political expression now mourned a “fascist attack. Truly, consistency is the first casualty in the world of revolutions.
The aftermath, too, had all the flavour of a tragicomedy. Arsho, who once mocked complaints as bourgeois weakness, now ran from police station to press conference demanding justice.
Social media, ever eager to replay irony in slow motion, dug up the old video of him thrashing a CPI woman activist and hurling caste slurs The CPM leadership, masters of selective amnesia, merely adjusted their spectacles and declared the matter "under examination ".
The moral stands clear: when one sows blows, one must be ready to reap them, sometimes right on the nose.

