THE ATTEMPT ON SIR CP'S LIFE: A CONFESSION

K C S Mani Died with a Guilty Feeling

Ambalapuzha Konattu Madam Chidambara Iyer Subramanian Iyer, known better as K. C. S. Mani (2 March 1922 - 20 September 1987), was a socialist activist of Kerala who is known for his attempt of assassination on C. P. Ramaswamy Aiyar, the then Diwan of Travancore, a princely state in India. This incident was a turning point in the history of Kerala, forcing the Diwan to leave Travancore and flee to Madras after assenting to merge Travancore with the Union of India.

On 18 July 1947, Chithira Thirunal Balarama Varma, the Maharaja of Travancore, made the declaration that Travancore would announce sovereignty on 26 August. On 25 July 1947, then-25-year-old Mani attacked the Diwan in front of the erstwhile Music Academy (now the Swathi Thirunal College of Music) in Thiruvananthapuram, following a concert in the evening. Ramaswamy Iyer was wounded. Following the incident on 25 July, the Maharaja informed the Viceroy of India of the decision to join the Union of India.

At the instance of Kumbalath Sanku Pillai, a Congress leader known for physical actions, K C S Mani recorded the story of the assassination attempt. Here is the story in his own words:

K C S Mani

The freedom struggle in Travancore strengthened while I was a student. As a person born in Ambalapuzha, I was inspired by N Sreekantan Nair to jump into politics. I joined the Socialist group. Since they could not do political activity in Travancore, Sreekantan Nair and his associates had shifted their base to Cochin. From there, the Socialist groups helped the State Congress activities in Travancore. When I reached Cochin with Sreekantan Nair, all the major Socialist leaders including K N Gopala Kurup, Mathai Manjooran, Janardanan, A P Pillai,K S Joseph and T P Gopalan were present there. After a few days, myself and A P Pillai were sent to Kollam for political activities, along with Gopala Kurup. Janardanan was part of the team. Kurup had the supervision. He was in charge of the financial resources.

It was a period when the police were on the lookout for political activists. I moved with them like a pet dog, being a novice in politics and a non-speaker.

One day when we were discussing the developments, Kurup all of a sudden, lamented: "If someone had got rid of Sir C P Ramaswamy Aiyar, all the issues would have been solved."

People were really fed up with the administration.

I responded: "Even if Aiyar is gone, someone will be there to replace him and the issues will remain as it is".

"No, issues will get solved if he goes," Kurup explained. He added that Iyer has correctly assessed all the prominent individuals and communities and their weaknesses, like no other. It is impossible for another to match him."

The discussion ended there.

 Janardanan and I moved to a secluded area and discussed it seriously. I needed to have the organising or speaking capacity of Janardanan or other leaders. I wanted to do something for the country. I thought the essence of what Kurup shared gave me clarity on what to do.

"Why not me for the action?"I asked Janardanan.

"If you can, proceed,", Janardanan replied, "but you will not be alive after that. You will be hanged." 

Attack on Sir C P

It seemed Janardanan was unaware of my mental state. I am not boasting; I have never taken life seriously. Life is not as sacred or permanent as to be afraid of death. If my death contributes something to the country, that death will be heroic. Hence I am ready to attack Sir C P-I told Janardanan. Janardanan said that we should discuss the idea with "Annan." We approached Kurup. After hours of discussions, he agreed. But it was not enough. The action needs strong moral and financial support, which will not be forthcoming even in extraordinary situations. We discussed names of Congress leaders, who are courageous enough. Kurup revealed that Kumbalath Sanku Pillai had earlier shared his readiness to support such an action if somebody came forward. He was even ready to face the repercussions.

Sanku Pillai had known Kurup and Janardanan, but not me. Hence it was essential that I win his trust. Sanku Pillai always had shared a dream of his with Kurup-the bust of Sir C P in front of C P Inn in Thampanur should be destroyed. None had come forward till then for the action. Once Sanku Pillai himself had ventured to do it with the help of Kadachikatt Nanu Pillai and they had waited in the compound in vain. The area was always busy.

Janardanan prodded me to show my mettle by destroying the bust."Yes," I agreed.

I could not sleep at all in the night. The body was getting heated up. I was determined to win Sanku Pillai's trust. Thiruvananthapuram was not a familiar place; I had been there only a couple of times.

Sanku Pillai

I discussed again with Janardanan and A P Pilli; We took certain decisions. 

Janardanan gave me word that A P Pillai would accompany me to Thiruvananthapuram. Pillai agreed to show me around the place and arrange the weapons to get the bust destroyed. Pillai selected Chellappan Pillai, a worker at the Rubber Works to help us with these essentials. Chellappan was soft-spoken and had a good physique and courage. He was not at all worried about the repercussions.

Kurup came up with a budget of Rs 10 to implement the whole plan. With that, I boarded the next bus to Thiruvananthapuram and reached the Union office of the Rubber Works at Chakka, by 5 pm, and met Chellappan. By 7 pm, Chellappan came with a hammer. Union leaders K Balakrishnan, K Pankajakshan, and Sadananda Sasthri arrived. Only Balakrishnan was aware of my mission. We spent our time talking till 9 pm, dispersed myself with Chellappan and reached Thampanur. Chellappan's friend and co-worker Velayudhan Pillai was also with us.

It was not easy to accomplish the action and then escape at that hour. We walked to a Theatre, the name of which I don't recollect. The movie was 'Thyagayya." The show was over by 1.30 am. We approached the Sir C P Inn. There was a slight drizzle. Even then the area was not deserted. It was impossible to destroy the bust without the attention of others. But we were not ready to return without accomplishing the mission. We decided to do it, come what may. I asked both Chellappan and Velayudhan to move to the area below the over-bridge on the western side. All three need not be in peril. Though they refused to relent initially, they finally yielded to my pressure and moved away.

I jumped over the western wall of the compound and reached the main gate of the Inn. A car came all of a sudden, seeking a room. I moved away and hid under a tree, A man came out of the Inn and informed the people in the car that rooms were unavailable. I sat under the tree for some more time. My hand accidentally hit a rock. It weighed 5-6 pounds. Holding it in my hand I moved towards the bust. With all my might I hurled towards the bust.

None of us knew of the material with which the bust was made. The rock rebounds after hitting the bust. Though I lost the hope of destroying it, I hit the bust with the hammer three or four times, hard. Nothing happened. Then I hit the nose of it and I could see it cut and thrown away from the body. I heard noises around me, calling for the seizure of the aggressor. I jumped over the iron fence on the southern side and reached the railway premises. I had held the branch of a tree beside the fence to get over it; today the tree has grown up and I have tried to catch the branch several times after that night, in vain.

I met Chellappan and Velayudhan below the Overbridge and we walked to Petta. The three of us were walking weapon depots-we were carrying daggers, knives and axes. I realised for the first time that fear makes man a coward. If someone had asked us where we were going, we would have finished him off.

At Petta, I think we slept in the Union office. I left for Kollam in the morning. The news of the destruction of the bust had reached Kollam before me. It was published in a paper called 'Yuvakeralam'. The paper closed down within a few days.

Sanku Pillai and Gopala Kurupp were arrested. While Kurup was arrested Janardanan was very much inside the home but was spared since they didn't search the place. With the arrest of Kurup, we lost our breadwinner and we decided to surrender. We decided to hold a meeting at Padinjare Kollam, presided over by me, in which Janrdanan would speak. Janardanan was against me getting arrested. But I was not eager to work without him being outside.

We were not even able to raise the cash for buying the paper to make wall posters, announcing the public meeting. We got information that Kannanthodath Janardanan Nair, who had gone underground had arrived in his house at Kureepuzha. He gave me Five rupees; he embraced me "for the action".

We were sure that a surrender would bring us torture and a possible lock-up death. Sanku Pillai came out of Jail on parole to attend the funeral of a senior family member. We met him at Koyivila. The three of us moved away to an isolated place and conspired to assassinate Sir C P.Sanku Pillai offering his wholehearted support. He said he didn't even mind being the first accused in a case related to it. It would be a proud moment, he said.

We were given help by all the youngsters in Karunagapally Taluk; they include Sankara Pillai, Puthan Veetil Ramakrishna Pillai, Nareenchi Karunakaran Pillai, Kovoor Karunakaran Pillai, Mararithottath Raghavan Pillai and Banglavil Madhavan Pillai.

I pledged to assassinate Sir C P during the upcoming Education Conference at Thiruvananthapuram, which Sanku Pillai endorsed. He helped us with some cash and we bid farewell. We reached Thrissur where Sreekantan Nair was camping. Mathai Manjooran sent a person with us to locate the camp. When we briefed him on our plan, he was furious. He didn't approve of two in a group making their own decisions. He expressed disbelief in my capacity to attempt the action.

Our initial decision was to shoot down Sir C P with a revolver. But we were not in a position to pay for it. Our enquiries revealed that a revolver would cost around Rs 1000-1200 in the black market. It needs a lot of training to shoot. Hence we zeroed in on a knife.

We could not accomplish action during the education meeting towards the end of October. I waited for a suitable opportunity. Sanku Pillai came out on parole a couple of times again. We met and told him about the issues involved in procuring and using a revolver and our decision to use a knife instead. He said what is important is to get it done, by hook or crook. Sanku Pillai had no weapons to offer; he guided us to Kaithavanathara Raghavan Pillai, who would get a knife made for us. After a couple of days, he handed over the knife to me. This happened at the end of January 1947.

As days went by, peoples' struggle against Sir CP's Independent Travancore gained momentum. I knew that I would never get a chance if I got isolated in view of the struggle. I waited for an immediate opportunity and it came as news in the dailies-he will be there as a speaker in the anniversary celebrations of the Swati Thirunal Music Academy. The King will inaugurate the function. Sreekantan Nair and Janardanan had banned me from sharing the secret with anyone. But I can't keep anything to myself even now. The move was known to a lot of people associated with Sanku Pillai at Karunagapally. I had informed several youngsters, who were in close contact with us in Thiruvananthapuram. Only two front-line leaders knew of the move: Sanku Pillai and T M Varghese ( According to Sanku Pillai's autobiography, G P Neelakanta Pillai also knew- Ramachandran).

N Sreekantan Nair

As the Academy celebrations drew near, discussions grew stronger. Sreekantan Nair, Janardanan, T P Gopalan, K S Joseph and A P Pillai had worked as a revolutionary committee. The resolution to assassinate Sir C P was discussed officially in this committee. Sreekantan Nair, from the beginning, was not in agreement with me doing the action. His personal commitment towards me and my mother's knowledge that he was behind my political entry, stood in the way. He would be responsible to my mother for my loss. But he didn't express his thoughts openly for the reason that it would be interpreted as cowardice.

He informed the committee that he had another candidate better than me, for the action. Except for Janardanan, everyone on the committee endorsed the view. The committee of 7 dismissed Mani as the candidate.

I had been living with this only intention for the whole year. I had become one with the idea. I had also boasted with many. I would become a laughing stock if I am dismissed. I am committed to the people for this patriotic action.

I begged the committee; they refused to relent. I lost my patience and roared: "I resign from your committee; I am more indebted to Sanku Pillai than you people. This is a question of my self-esteem. I will do it without your help."

Sreekantan Nair budged; all the opposition faded away.

Sreekantan Nair passed a budget of Rs 65 on July 15 to assassinate Sir C P. I bid farewell to my friends and left Thrissur. I reached Cochin at night, with K S Joseph. He had two sten guns with him. We slept at the Congress camp. 

At Cochin, I felt a sudden intuition to see the mother of Sreekantan Nair, Janaki Amma, who had loved me like a son. She was in a critical condition. I reached Ambalapuzha during the night itself, saw her and left early morning for Maririthottam at Karunagapally. The knife was kept there. Taking it, I reached Adur via Kayamkulam. From there, boarding an Express coach, I reached Thiruvananthapuram, by 6pm. I took a room at the TBR Boarding and Lodging, on 19 July.

Most of the leaders had left Thiruvananthapuram, fearing arrest after the killing of Rajendran in the Petta police firing. Some were at Cochin and others at Anchuthengu, which was in British India. Our associates were at Anchuthengu. None of whom I knew were in the city. I had an introduction letter from Krishnan Nair of Cochin, to a friend Sadasivan in Thiruvananthapuram. When I enquired for Sadananda Sasthri, his brother Thankappan informed me that he had left for Anchuthengu. I met Sadasivan and told him of my mission frankly. I sought his help to get a pass to the Academy compound.

K C S Mani, then

Sir C P had left Thiruvananthapuram for Delhi on 19 July, at the invitation of the Viceroy. He was expected back on 25 to be present at the Academy. A sense of fear gripped me. If he doesn't come back? Is the God playing a game? On whose side is the Almighty? 

I waited since there was nothing else to do.

July 25 arrived. At 3 pm, I had a shave and a bath before I stepped outside. A moustache was kept for the evening. I wore a Khaki knicker inside, and a mundu over it.A Khadar Juba,without a Banyan. I had met both Chellappan Pillai and Velayudhan Pillai meanwhile-they agreed to accompany me to the Academy and then wait outside.

I left the hotel spending even the last penny of the budget allotted for the mission. A small amount was due at the hotel. Both Chellappan and Velayudhan came, and we began our journey. I went in. There were chairs in four-five rows, on the two sides of the shamiana (pandal) with a way in the middle. I sat on a chair on the left in the first row. Unfortunately, a Brahmin who had worked in my native town for some time, whom I know, came and sat next to me. We shared some stories. He didn't know that I had become a political activist.

The chopping knife was attached to my knicker, under the mundu. Around 5.30 pm, Sir C P Ramaswamy Iyer reached the venue. He stood in front of me, with his back, waiting for the King to arrive. My hand went to the handle of the knife. I gripped it strongly. Should I now? No, wait a little more. He will be here for a long time. I took my hand off the knife.

From the time I was inside, I was shaken by the feeling that all my actions were absurd. There was no reason for a personal enmity towards him. I had been never sent to a lock-up. I had not been tortured. There had been several people who suffered torture. Why can't one among them?

I was immediately shaken by another feeling that thoughts were becoming unnatural.

I looked at the watch of the person sitting beside me. I looked at the small needle moving around. I remembered the last moments of the characters I have read in fiction; instantly the faces of the poor workers who were killed at Punnapra-Vayalar came as a parade in my mind. I thought of the hapless families. I controlled myself. I have to be thoughtless; I have a mission to accomplish.

I think it was 5.30. The King arrived and he was welcomed by the Dewan and other dignitaries to the dais. The inauguration was over within minutes. Sir C P spoke for some time. He explained the idea of independent Travancore.

The King left after the inauguration. The music concert began. Sir C P and his Political Agent listened to it sitting in the chairs in front of the dais.It was Semmangudi Sreenivasa Iyer,on the concert.I don't remember exactly. At about 7.30 pm Sir C P stood up and began walking out. He has to go out, past me. Here he comes. My heart began beating like the piston of a 150 HP engine that was pumping. I gripped the knife hard. The time has come. The marching bugle began beating in my brain. Chariots and horses passed before me, fiercely. I saw the fluttering tricolour of India, above them.

To move easily, I got rid of the mundu, jumped to the front and hacked with all my might. I think the first blow didn't hit him. I hacked again. I don't remember how many times I did it. If I am to remember and describe it in such detail, I should be an avatar, not a human being. Lights suddenly went off. I don't know how it happened. Somebody seized me.

Both myself and Sir C P were in the midst of a multitude. I could not cut him down to pieces. Lights were on again and went off. I put the knife down, shoved off the ones who held me and came out of the crowd. Fear gripped me; I jumped to one side of rows of chairs. The people who sat on them stood up and moved apart. I appreciated the cowardice of my native brethren for the first time in my life. I came out of the Pandal one after me. All of them were trying to figure out as to what happened to the Dewan. I walked back.

Sir C P in his last days

I could gauge the impulse in my legs to run. But a running man will catch attention and will be caught immediately. Hence I didn't run. At the same time, I was afraid that my legs might lose control and run. I fell down and crawled. I moved towards the fence on the western side. I jumped over the fence, falling down on the drainage road. The strangling noise of the leaves on the fence reverberated like the shots from a thousand field guns. I fell on my knees since the distance from the fence to the road was far more than I had assumed. I felt that I was losing consciousness. It was not a familiar terrain. I didn't even know that a road existed there. The needles on the fence poked holes in my shirt. I got rid of the shirt on the road.

I met Chellappan and Velayudhan at the railway line, after the hotel, where I was staying. We went to Chellappsan's home at Petta. He borrowed through his wife, Rs 10 from a neighbour and we reached our hotel back. We settled the bill, took my dresses and went back to Petta. I spent the night at Chellappan's home. In the morning, I boarded a train to Kadaikavur, and from there, reached Palakkad, via Dindigul. I had something to eat only the next morning at Palakkad since my purse was empty.

I stayed there at the house of Madhava Menon and Sankara Menon, who were the sons of Kollangode King. They had the news from dailies; A P Pillai had told the elder one, who was in Cochin the day before that a person called Ravi did the action. I was welcomed as Raveendranatha Menon, cordially by them. They informed our Thrissur camp of my arrival. Sreekantan Nair, K S Joseph, Janardanan and Gopalan reached Palakkad by evening. I was taken for a safe stay in an estate at Chittoor. I spent several days there, cut off from the outer world.

After a couple of days, the police informed the public that the assailant was Narendran of Petta. Assessing that the police had found out, I was taken to Palakkad. Baby John then was a student at Victoria College. I stayed in his lodge. We got information that the police were groping in the dark. Sir C P left on the 19th day of the attack. I began travelling for free.

I was arrested during the reign of Pattam Thanu Pillai and spent a couple of days in the police lockup. The case was dismissed by the First Class Magistrate at Thiruvananthapuram.

No one still knows how the lights went off at the academy during the episode. Police inferred that it was part of the larger conspiracy. It remains a mystery.

( Translated by Ramachandran )

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POSTSCRIPT:

A Sreedhara Menon, a noted historian, based on research has proved that Sir C P had resigned much before the assassination attempt but was continuing at the request of the King (Triumph and Tragedy in Travancore: Annals of Sir CP's Sixteen Years in Travancore.) In a note to the King (January 11, 1946) he warned that if he declined to join the Union, support of the British army would be necessary. But "English character in general and Englishmen in particular will always swim with the tide. To rely upon British help and assistance would be unwise". Yet, he met Sri Conrad Corfield, Political Adviser to the Viceroy, on February 24, 1946, and claimed an independent status for Travancore (S. Menon, pages 233-4). Sir C P changed his stand after having taken up the active advocacy of the cause of independent Travancore in the interests of the Royal Family after his return to the State.

N Padmanabhan Achari, a renowned ivory carver at the Travancore School of Arts, repaired the nose of Sir C P's bust.He was assisted by K Ramakrishnan Achari. Padmanabhan Achari’s grandfather Kochu Kunju Achari was the head craftsman who made the golden chariot for Swati Tirunal in 1842. Later, he and his son Neelakandan Achari made the ivory throne for the Great London Exhibition of 1851.

Born in Ambalpuzha (Alapuzha dist of Kerala) a traditional Communist stronghold, Mani's ancestors were feudal landlords. He was the son of Chidambara Iyer and Thangam Ammal.

After Independence, Mani served as a member of the local panchayat for more than a decade.

Mani married Lalithammal from Senkottai in 1963 at the Subrahmanya Temple in Valliyur. He was then 41 years old, 18 years older than his wife (who was born in 1940). The proposal was introduced by Mani's sister Lakshmi, who was married from Senkottai. Lakshmi knew Lalitha's father Venkatarama Iyer, who was a motor company mechanic, very well.

According to Lalitha, she was taken by Lakshmi to Konattu Madom in Ambalappuzha, and at that time, Mani was not there. Sometime later, Lakshmi told Lalitha to clean her face and feet in the pond on the southern side. After coming back to the Madom, everyone went to Ambalapuzha Sri Krishna Temple, and while going, she met her future husband speaking to a stranger in an Ayurveda pharmacy. Two weeks later, their marriage was conducted. Mani's hair had already been grey, and his teeth were removed after a serious disease at the age of 30. Mani and Lalitha did not have children. Lalitha outlived him for 30 years, finally dying on June 14, 2017, aged 77.

Mani contested the Kerala Legislative Assembly from the Kuttanad constituency in 1965, as an independent candidate (not the nominee of any political party, But RSP leaders instructed him to submit the nomination, So he could be considered as an RSP Candidate), winning only 920 votes. The election result:

Constituency 96 KUTTANAD 1 . THOMAS JOHN, KC 25319, 51.54% 2 . V. Z. JOB, CON 15067, 30.67% 3. SONNEY SEBASTIAN, IND 7684 15.64% 4 . K. C. S. MANI, IND 920, 1.87% 5 . A. K. SANKARA PILLAI, IND 134, 0.27%, ELECTORS: 64880 VOTERS: 49608 POLL PERCENTAGE: 76.46% VALID VOTES 49124.

Mani felt alienated by the party as well as the state in the later years of his life. He spent his last days abandoned and struggling with diseases. When he suffered from loneliness, he found solace in devotion. The feeling of guilt overpowered him. During some nights, after Ambalapuzha temple was closed, he conducted 'sayana pradakshinam' around the temple. Sometimes, he went to Sabarimala without informing anyone. Mani died on September 20, 1987, at age 65, in the Chest Diseases Hospital, Pulayanarkotta, Thiruvananthapuram.

While with Malayala Manorama, I met Chellappan Pillai in 1996 at his home to do a larger story on the attempt. K Pankajakshan, Secretary of the RSP, facilitated the contact. I could not complete the story then.

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Illustration of the attack done by Sarath Sunder Rajeev, Assistant Professor, Dept of Architecture, College of Engineering, Thiruvananthapuram. Padmanabhan Achari is his great grand uncle and Ramakrishnan Achari, maternal great-grandfather.

© Ramachandran