The recent passing away of senior journalist Madan Shahu on May 8, 2016 has saddened many people in the country.
He looked at life, its beliefs, its ramifications, and his work from a niche of insularity. He was not prejudiced against any belief, did not behold hatred of any stripe, and had never been a foot soldier of any virulent nationalist credo.
It was the requiem of Madan Shahu, with all its magnificence. His body lay splendid in the wooden byre while the office colleagues of 25 years had gathered there.
The recent passing away of senior journalist Madan Shahu on May 8, 2016 has saddened many people in the country.
He looked at life, its beliefs, its ramifications, and his work from a niche of insularity. He was not prejudiced against any belief, did not behold hatred of any stripe, and had never been a foot soldier of any virulent nationalist credo.
It was the requiem of Madan Shahu, with all its magnificence. His body lay splendid in the wooden byre while the office colleagues of 25 years had gathered there.
