Arindam Das: An Intrepid Journalist Who Paid The Big Price For Being Fearless

The shock has led many to raise several questions, some pertinent and some not so. Indeed it is easy to speak with hindsight wisdom and even easier to become an armchair commentator, offering views on anything and everything without any practical experience. The fact, however, is journalism (read field reporting) entails certain professional hazards, and those well-versed with covering crime, disasters, extremism and other such beats are at times faced with certain situations where personal safety and the call of duty creates a dilemma. It was perhaps one such to-go or no-go dilemma where Arindam made the wrong choice and paid the biggest price.

I was among the millions of hapless people who watched the incident live on television and prayed for everyone’s safety. For me, the incident was no less appalling and numbing as it would be for a dear friend. Because I knew Arindam for over a decade and a half and shared a close bond. On September 16, he had through a text message proposed that we met the same evening, but unfortunately due to certain personal commitments I had excused myself, realising little that it would be our last conversation and our next meeting could possibly be in the netherworld.

As the reality of the sad incident gradually sinks in, I have been constantly thinking if Arindam’s story could have been any different. On several field assignments (for example: the Maoist attack of Nayagarh in February 2008; cyclone Phailin in October 2013) I had seen Arindam’s drive to do something extra. It was not necessarily the pressure from his bosses or organisation that led him to take the additional risks. He was fuelled by a passion to excel and get into the thick of action. He was fearless as a reporter and was even appreciated by his organisations, colleagues, friends and fellow journalists for doing whatever it takes to get to the truth. Yes, at times, he failed to control the adrenaline rush and took avoidable risks. Not that he wasn’t cautioned about it. On more occasions than one I had personally lectured him against risking his life for gathering news. Arindam would patiently listen but when the time occasioned a risk he would find it irresistible and invariably jump into action. It was as if the thrill of reporting from the edge defined him.