K.E.EBRAHIM KUTTY // 72 IS NOT THE AGE TO GO JUST LIKE THAT

 

                                                               

Malayala Manorama 

5th November 2025

Mr. K.E.Ebrahim Kutty (72) Under Secretary (retd) Kerala Public Service Commission 

passed away on 4.11.2025. 

He had succumbed  to the injuries sustained  in a tragic road  accident at Ulloor on 2.11.2025.  It was a hit and run at 4.32 pm that day. As he had been critically injured he was under treatment at KIMS Hospital, Trivandrum. But his life could not be saved.

                                                                       


                                                                         

The news shocked everyone who knew him. They couldn't believe it.

72 is not the age to go just like that.

It was not his fault at all. But someone has to be accountable. 

It is the callous indifference of the system that refuse to plan ahead.

For them it is one more on the road. Plain statistics. 

But the one who has gone is gone forever. The loss to the family is immesureable. Irreparable. Inexplicable.

They are left staring at a dark future. 

His friends have lost their greatest friend ever.

For the society, the good samaritan will never be there.

He had been multifaceted - as a son, husband, father, grandfather, friend, PSC Official and neighbour. 

The PSC Nagar was established at the Neerazhi Lane on his initiative. He was instrumental in ensuring proper maintenance of the road to the PSC Nagar. He had acted in amateur dramas. His neighbours recall that he would be going out for various purposes ten or twelve times day. Two of these were  for seeing off  his grandchild to the school and to receive the child on the way back. He had kept himself busy and active.

At home everything revolved around him. 

The poet once said,"What if the centre cannot hold."

His wife Razia was a very good friend of Lila. They were colleagues. They used to converse over phone on the 1st of every month. Razia did not break it even when they were staying with their daughter in England for a while. 

He had a fine sense of humour. One day he had remarked, "Nammal nellu kuthy chorundu. Innu ellavarum mobile kuthy chorunnunnu." Roughly translated into English it is, "We dehusked the paddy through hand pounding and ate the rice. Today we eat rice while hand pounding the mobile."

 

On that fateful day, he had set out from home on his scooter for a hair cut at the saloon. He parked the sccoter in front of a shop where Neerazhi lane branched off from the National highway and where the traffic is quite heavy.    Then he  walked on to his destination. Something he did as a routine several times a day. All through his life. 

But it was different this time.

He was very helpful to his neighbours. He was there for all their needs

He was very affectionate. The couple bonded well. Loved each other. 

It was a wonderful family.

He taught Malayalam online to his grandchild in England.

As both of them were employed and since they had no one to entrust the children with after the maternity leave of ninety days was over, they had to put the children in the nursery. Though it was  painful to them as parents, the children were well looked after by the nurses there.  The children grew up and did well in studies - one is a doctor and the other an engineer.

Yes, Allah had blessed them all abundantly until tragedy struck out of the blue.

Though shattered, it is certain the family would hold together and their resilence would lead them on.