Renu is not the first to carry out such experiments. In 1946, we have a published collection of reportage by Rangey Raghav. Titled Tufaanoke Beech (In the Middle of a Storm), it was on the Bengal famine. We also find that Zainul Abedin had left a secure job as an art teacher in Calcutta, on his journey making sketches of the famine. Chittoprosad Bhattacharya and the legendary photographer Sunil Janah were also documenting the Bengal famine. But reporting such a catastrophic event did not mean a distanced, dispassionate and objective chronicling of reality. How can one stay untouched? The young Renu moves a step ahead. Unlike his contemporaries living in cities, he did not have to travel as an outsider. He had to document his surroundings as an insider. And, as an insider, he witnesses not merely poverty, famine and backwardness, but also joy, happiness and other aspects of life, which his contemporaries completely missed out. Therefore, Renu’s rural folks are not merely victim figures. When he takes us to the subaltern lower caste tolas (rural caste neighbourhoods), we don’t only come across histories of exploitation and resistance, as scholars of subaltern school tell us. We also hear the sound of drums, “manjiraa”, and the laughter of “biktaa” (jester) in Bidapat Naach. In Naye Sawere ke Asha (Hope of a New Dawn), we have a young socialist, Gyanchand, who is himself a son of a peasant. He was born in a village and was sent from the party top brass of the state capital, Patna, to lead a peasant’s march, yet he does not recognise different varieties of rice. Having sketched out such a disconnect between the political leadership and ground realities, Renu does not stop. When the peasants march past Raniganj, as five people join, increasing the tally to 555, and when the women cutting paddy in the field stop singing out of bewilderment — Kisnu plucks paddy bales from nearby fields and says — “See Gyaanu Bhaiya, this is Naazir, this is Raangi, that’s Basmati, Kanak-jeer… a call for pilgrimage is given. Come, let us march dear peasants. Thus sang people’s poet Chunnidas.”