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Punyasloke Bose

Fantasy


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Punyasloke Bose

Fantasy


The Man with the Golden Voice

The Man with the Golden Voice

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It was election time. All the parties were busy doing electoral meetings. The electoral candidates were giving speeches one after another finding faults in their opponents activities. The major flak was drawn by the political neta who was currently enjoying power. Time to time the debates and discussions turned heated and there was violence. This was no uncommon sight. We have grown up seeing this scenario for the past five decades and more. Fani or Falgu was one political worker and at times he became an activist. He was a professional or rather a mercenary. His job was to organise and mobilise forces and make them attend meetings of various political parties of different hues and colours and for which he got money for self and those attendees. All he did was for cash . His family was kept afloat on the political handouts he received round the year. Mind you the amount he collected was not paltry and was just near to the amount cut off for paying tax.


Falgu like other such candidates of his ilk was a college drop out. He was a good student and particularly in Maths he was outstanding. He could have carved out a good well paying job for him on this basis. But he was lazy. Then when he discovered that he could give good speeches then he didn't have to look beyond. He was hired like a revered guest by all the political parties to give speeches on their behalf. He didn't give a damn for what he said. Because what he said was with full affirmation punctuated by histrionics and emotion. All the gullible public swallowed whatever he said. One day what he said for one party, the next day it was reversed and spoke out eloquently for another. But Falgu never cared. The public listening to the speeches also didn't bother as long as they were being entertained by the histrionics of Falgu.

So as life moved on Falgu had his growing section of vast admirers. But there were some who didn't like his mercenary style of working without giving consideration to any ideology. He had built up a sizeable force of enemies who were jealous of his abilities and achievements and they were mostly from the political sphere. But Falgu didn't seem to bother even though he had been warned by his well wishers.


Then Falgu found an alternative to his present work. Now the Radio broadcasting had undergone a radical change. There were new entrants in this arena. Privatisation had boosted a new breed of entertainers. They were called Radio Jockeys. The people who had the gift of gab that is those that could jabber and chatter without break on any subject matter and with humour were best suited for this job.


Falgu had a deep data base of acquaintances many of who were political masters. Some of them had invested in this new field of Radio broadcasting in FM Channel. The new set of Radio Jockeys or RJs had still time to breed and grow. Falgu was a direct choice due to his innate ability to constantly jabber. Falgu was nicknamed Fab to take on a trendy character.


Very soon Falgu or Fab climbed the peak of success. His radio channel became a rave amongst the youngsters although Fab was no more a youngster. But he had a magical voice and he kept himself updated and trendy with the trends and likings of the youth and the teenagers.

Fab had become very rich and successful and commanded very good compensation for giving his services. Under him he trained many young RJs who got good jobs in new and upcoming Radio FM Channels.

Then one day after delivering his services Fab was returning to his car parked just outside the building of his Channel. Someone fired a range of bullets from close quarters and target was Fab.

 Fab slumped to the floor near his car. Two sharp shooters came close by and shouted out which sounded like a victory call. They shouted out that they had avenged a vacillator, an ideology less mercenary who just spoke for money, a traitor who never thought of any ethics. For the past many years the long list of his enemies were growing. Some were jealous of his new found popularity in a different sector. In the past Falgu had been targeted but that was limited to verbal assault and abuse but never had there been any physical assault. This was the first corporeal attack on him. So he had been taken totally off guard. He never comprehended that his life was so much in danger. Later a fledgling organisation an outlier in the real sense claimed responsibility for the attack. The sharp shooters were also arrested and booked for culpable homicide. 


Fani or Falgu and now better known as Fab was shifted to a medical center and later to a hospital in a very critical condition. He had lost lot of blood and had lost consciousness. Out of the many rounds that had been fired was from a moving object so had missed it's target. Just two had hit the target. One had hit the leg and one had gone through the throat. The leg injury was not much and with a surgery the repairs was done. But the one which had pierced the throat had dealt a mighty blow. The vocal chord had been severely damaged and in all probobality the man with the Golden Voice could lose his voice and speech. But miraculously Fab had survived. His countless devotees and followers were heart broken. They couldn't bear this turmoil in Fab 's life. Fab who could lose his voice forever, this was a lethal pain to bear to all his followers. 


But none knew that the sponsors of Fab had taken a fat insurance on his voice. His sponsors knew that this voice could not be replicated so they wanted to cover the risk. Now with the insurance claim the sponsors imported an expensive voice synthesiser as a substitute for the original voice of Fab. Then Fab did a three week simulation with the synthesiser to get into the groove with the arrangement. Magically he could do his adjustment with in a short time and people who couldn't see him couldn't differentiate it from his original voice. Then very soon Fab did a sell off Radio show much to the amazement of his countless fans. It was the Resurrection of the Golden Voice. 



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