Friday, May 26, 2006

8 days in the life of an editor--1

I’m translating a write-up by Hijam Rajesh, editor of the Manipuri edition of the Sa-ngai Express. I’m less interested in the subject of the piece than the prose itself. It is one of those you find only occasionally which transports you to the scene the piece is dealing with.

I don’t know if I can keep that touch in tact in my translation. But I’m trying my best.

The piece appeared in the 24th May 26, 2006 edition of the paper.



It was the 12th May. The scene: Tactical headquarters of the 293rd Battalion of MPA, the armed wing of the revolutionary outfit, UNLF inside the verdant jungles of the South East Manipur. My part: Meeting Mr RK Sanayaima, chairman, UNLF. Taken together I’m certain that it’s a milestone in my life as a reporter or a media worker. I guess all other media worker in the team have the feeling as I do.

Meeting chairman SanaYaima there in the middle of the no-roads land but still constantly ‘welcomed’ by the pre-monsoon rains, is, I’m repeating, is a milestone in my life—but meeting those MPA cadres who were escorting us there, to and fro and, spending 8 days amongst them, makes my journey there much more than just a milestone.

My point is not to project the combat fatigue clad MPA cadres there as kind of supermen, nor to extol their lives there as joyous one touching the primal nature perhaps with shades of Shangri-La. But it is to convey my feelings formed during those 8 days.

There were two objectives for our journey that started on 7th of May: One was to directly investigate the conditions of the livelihoods of the villagers along the Indo-Myanmar border and the other was to meet some important leaders of UNLF. I can’t say for other members of the team but for myself I have absolutely no prior knowledge—that’s before we reached the place—that we meeting SanaYaima, the chairman himself.

The members of the team, besides myself, include Irengbam Arun, editor, Ireibak; G. Robindro, jt. Editor, Poknapham; Yumnam Rupachandra, associate editor, Gagan, reporter cum cameraman, ISTV; Shashi, correspondent, Rohit, producer, and Rajesh Bhardwaj, cameraman, CNN-IBN; Snaju, correspondent, Inaomacha and Ingobi, cameramen, NETV; Phanjoubam Santosh, cameraman, PTI and Hemanta, editor, Eikhoigi Panthung.

In the morning (of 7th May) we left Imphal on a Tata Sumo. We spent the night in a place called Hengshi in Chandel district. We of the taste buds for spicy and rich foods had to cook whatever we could lay our hands on and eat that too!

On the 8th May, we came into contact with MPA cadres. That day also saw the start of the journey through the dense and mountainous jungles—escorted by the cadres. We were with the same cadres until 15th of May when they escorted us back to a place where they thought that we would be danger zone.

The scene that descended upon me was the total opposite of the perceived images of them. They were clad in combat fatigue and never lay their hands off the assault rifles for one moment in days and in nights. But they were so respectful towards others and their degree of dedication to a cause really touched me—I was drawn closer to them.

I was drawn even more closely towards them when we reached their tactical headquarters. By then, my admiration for them had also gone several notches up. Those young men almost snatched away my muddied t-shirt and track pant—coz they wanted to wash them for me! I tried resisting that—private laundry is meant to be for myself—but I was disarmed by their hospitality shown to a guest, that is, me. Presto! My t-shirts and track pant were before me all cleaned up white—that is, on the next morning.

On the way to the meeting with the chairman and again, way back after the meeting, their helping hands were there for us—ready for anything, anytime. When climbing down mountainous slopes, there was one cadre was behind me and another in front, literally wedging me to prevent accidental falls. When we happened to confront impassable tracks, they made roads for us. They would not let us touch any heavy objects—they insisted on carrying them themselves though they were already burden by the arms and ammunitions. On the 9th day, constant walking took the toll of us—even our thick jackets became too heavy for us—they even took such jackets from us to become the ‘burden of beasts’ themselves!

Among us there was one who is 5’ 11” in height and 113 kgs in weight. He is none other than Rohit Khanna, producer, CNN-IBN. On one particular day we were climbing down a steep hillside when it suddenly started raining. Besides being supported by a cadre in front of him another was desperately trying to weigh him down to keep the balance. But the sheer steepness and slipperiness of the slope got the better of him—he fell flat on his bottom. The cadre wieighing him down behind him, flew over him, all together with his assault rifle and fell flat on his face!

The very bulk of his heavy body is itself a burden for him already. But four of those cadres were keeping a constant vigil over him to avoid any accident.

One reporter was too tired to use his feet—he sat down, legs in front and just slide down the slippery slopes!

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