Name: Mr. Prolapendu Sanyal,
Age: 36 yrs,
Residence: Maldah, West Bengal,
Profession: Photo Journalist.
All he was looking for was some snaps of immoral-unethical activities in his locality. Being a photo-journalist, working for an English Daily, he was desperate to manage a sensational investigative report further supported by photo-proofs. At late hours of night he went to the locality encircled by numerous registered and unregistered Saloon-Bars cum well-known dens for the oldest trade of human history—where no activities or gestures were considered to be immoral. He faced a group of hooligans with his SLR Camera as his sole weapon—had some shooting (surely a few bull’s eye hits) before they landed on him and threw him on the railway track in front of a speeding locomotive. And the rest was bleeding body parts cut into small bits.
As a professional journalist he was dying for a cracking news story—or may be he considered it to be his duty for the later generations to come to sweep away all that was unethical from the society in which they breathe—all he wanted was to unmask the so called gentlemen and focus the spot-light of reality on to their faces—who can tell!
But finally he was found there on the railway track—with blood clots and thrashed body pieces.
All he was looking for was some photographs and he was found dead. But the rest is history. He has written history anew.
Source: Ananda Bazar Patrika (A leading Bengali Daily), Dtd. 30 May’2007
Age: 36 yrs,
Residence: Maldah, West Bengal,
Profession: Photo Journalist.
All he was looking for was some snaps of immoral-unethical activities in his locality. Being a photo-journalist, working for an English Daily, he was desperate to manage a sensational investigative report further supported by photo-proofs. At late hours of night he went to the locality encircled by numerous registered and unregistered Saloon-Bars cum well-known dens for the oldest trade of human history—where no activities or gestures were considered to be immoral. He faced a group of hooligans with his SLR Camera as his sole weapon—had some shooting (surely a few bull’s eye hits) before they landed on him and threw him on the railway track in front of a speeding locomotive. And the rest was bleeding body parts cut into small bits.
As a professional journalist he was dying for a cracking news story—or may be he considered it to be his duty for the later generations to come to sweep away all that was unethical from the society in which they breathe—all he wanted was to unmask the so called gentlemen and focus the spot-light of reality on to their faces—who can tell!
But finally he was found there on the railway track—with blood clots and thrashed body pieces.
All he was looking for was some photographs and he was found dead. But the rest is history. He has written history anew.
Source: Ananda Bazar Patrika (A leading Bengali Daily), Dtd. 30 May’2007
hi,
ReplyDeletean obituary to Mr. Sanyal. it is like an editorial or tribute to some great and brave soul.