[He was just 72. Too early, these days, to depart. Mehta was a true blue secular-liberal, with a commendable grasp of his political ambience. Quite upright in his own way. My deepest condolences.]
I/II. http://www.business-standard.com/article/news-ians/vinod-mehta-an-editor-people-loved-to-hate-obituary-115030800784_1.html Vinod Mehta ventured into areas where lesser mortals might have feared to tread -- either for fear of taking on the establishment or simply because it went against the normal credo. He staked his reputation by declaring Narendra Modi as the next prime minister, despite being highly critical of the man. At that time, every journalist worth his salt argued passionately that it would never happen, given the country's complexity, size and identity politics. One of the most acerbic and irreverent of mainstream scribes, he never minced words about politicians or fellow journalists or even spared himself. "I am a very verbose kind of person," he had once told an interviewer, with an unflattering candour. The self-depreciating Mehta also said that some people have even labelled him a "Congress chamcha". He also had a dog named Editor. Mehta shared a love-hate relationship with news channels, dubbing half of their content as a joke. "I speak rubbish on TV debates," he quipped, "yet I'm called again," he told a popular daily. Mehta came from a diminishing class of journalists who considered TV a notch below the print media. But he confessed to being flattered when people recognised him at the airports. He considered it to be a "nerve wracking" experience to appear on TV. Controversial as he might have been, Mehta never compromised with his values, no matter what happened. During his stewardship of Outlook weekly magazine, he went ahead with his shocking revelations on the Radia tapes in the telecom scam. In spite of knowing that the expose would damage the credibility of individuals and organisations, besides antagonising large sections of his fraternity, he stood his ground, unaffected by pressures or the barrage of criticism. He believed that those who had an ethical and social responsibility towards society should not be compromising their values for the sake of self aggrandizement. But then the aftermath hit his empire like a tsunami. A reputed corporate entity blacklisted the magazine. Prominent journalists boycotted Mehta. A news channel banned him from its programmes, though it must be said that he had published their version. Two years after the disclosure of Radia tapes, Mehta found himself reassigned to a ceremonial role, as the editorial chairman, after helming the group for 17 years. "Radia tapes," he told scroll.in, a media website, "are a benchmark in seriously damaging the reputation and credibility of journalists, both electronic and print. "The public at large still thought that we are great patriots, we did things in public interest, we would never publish things that were inaccurate, that we would not be swayed by monetary or other considerations." In opinion polls too, journalists made it to the top 10 corrupt professionals. Controversy continued to dog Mehta's footsteps, often described as "brutally honest and frank". Indian Express slapped him with a Rs.100 crore defamation suit, after he hinted darkly in an interview with Open magazine, that the story on the movement of the two army columns and the alleged coup attempt was planted. The government of the day refuted the news, coming in the wake of tensions generated by then Army chief Gen. V.K. Singh's date of birth. An unfazed Mehta coolly told the Mumbai Mirror: "What's the fuss, he (Shekhar Gupta) is perfectly entitled to sue me if he wishes to." Although Mehta went through a very tumultuous phase between 2010 and 2012, towards the fag end of his career, they formed a small part of his illustrious career. He had penned a succession of books over the years, beginning with "Bombay: A Private View" (1971), followed by "Meena Kumari" (1972), "Mr Editor, How Close Are You to The PM" (1999), "Lucknow Boy: A Memoir" (2010), "The Sanjay Story" (2012) and "Editor Unplugged: Media, Magnates, Netas and Me" (2014). "Editor Unplugged", a sequel to the "Lucknow Boy", has been described as an "honest, lively and irreverent" book, "both illuminating and entertaining". A reviewer at the amazon.in site says: "Vinod Mehta gives his unvarnished views on the media magnates he worked for, the colourful people that he interacted with, about politicians, about industrialists, arrivistes, frauds and a whole lot of other issues ... the sweep is wide." Mehta did odd jobs after graduation, before taking up his first assignment in 1974 as editor, Debonair, the country's first adult magazine. It helped a generation of Indians grow into adulthood. Later, he successfully launched the Sunday Observer, Indian Post, The Independent, The Pioneer (Delhi edition) and finally, Outlook, where he found his forte. He became a Delhiwallah and was married to Sumita Paul, a journalist. Mehta, born on May 31, 1942 in Rawalpindi, migrated with his family to India in 1945 and settled in Lucknow. He grew up in Lucknow's inclusive culture, which shaped him as an incorrigible 'secularist.' He attended La Martinere school and the Lucknow University there. II. http://www.business-standard.com/article/current-affairs/obit-vinod-mehta-the-man-who-had-editorial-chemistry-115030800226_1.html Obit | Vinod Mehta: The man who had editorial chemistry Mehta was known to be outspoken and had an unerring instinct for what would be read Anjali Puri March 8, 2015 Last Updated at 12:22 IST What Vinod Mehta had, in two words, was editorial chemistry. Dina Vakil, a Mumbai editor who had worked with him at the Indian Post newspaper, coined the phrase, and captured what it meant, in an email she sent me soon after I began working for Mehta at Outlook magazine. "Still remember him wearing his trademark papaya-yellow shirt, slumping in his editorial chair and looking utterly disconsolate until someone would come up with an idea that caught his fancy--the whackier the better--and then he would sit bolt upright and try to formulate the idea into a story that would somehow catch fire on its way into print." No wonder, then, that for every newspaper proprietor who dispensed with Mehta's independent-minded, lively editorship, after finding it politically expensive, there was always a new one coming along, sooner or later, asking him to launch or resuscitate something. These firings and hirings, which Mehta came to wear as badges of honour in his later years, when the tumult became a distant memory, are narrated with relish in the two books that contain his memoirs, Lucknow Boy and Editor Unplugged. His own errors of judgment are not omitted, including a colossal one that forced him to resign from the editorship of the Independent newspaper in 1989, 29 days after launching it. A a story based on a dubious RAW report, calling Maharashtra strong man YB Chavan a spy, which Mehta ran with an eight-column banner headline, blew up in his face. While his first assignment, the relaunch of the girlie magazine, Debonair, contributes great colour to the legend of Vinod Mehta, his reputation was built on his second one, Sunday Observer. Launched in Mumbai in 1981, on a shoestring budget, and with the kind of small, overworked, underpaid team Mehta reveled in spurring on, with a string of expletives and yet, remarkable accessibility, this was a newspaper Indian readers had never seen before. It was as different from the largely staid newspapers of the day as the unorthodox and open-minded Mehta himself was from, say, Girilal Jain, the then editor of the Times of India - an "ivory tower" editor with strong political leanings, rarely to be seen in the newsroom. Vinod Mehta: A checkered career Born May 31, 1942 in Rawalpindi Education BA, Lucknow University Launched / Relaunched Debonair, Sunday Observer, The Indpendent, Outlook Memoirs Lucknow Boy, Editor Unplugged Sunday Observer was sharply designed, and bursting with lively political stories and columns, sometimes by little-known writers that Mehta had decided to take a bet on. Featuring the first oped page in the Indian media, first rate coverage of the arts,and a feisty letters page, it was the sort of irresistible mix that Mehta would whip up, time and again, when he was given enough rope. At Outlook, Mehta had a 17 year run, a luxury he had never enjoyed before. Frequently appearing on TV, and becoming a fixture on Delhi's social circuit, he could have turned into an establishment figure. But he remained refreshingly free of pomposity and self-regard, and he did not lose his appetite for risk. As Editor Unplugged reveals, his bold decision to publish the infamous Radia tapes, which most of the media knew about but did not want to touch, led the Tatas (featured in the tapes) to withdraw advertising from Outlook, and strained his relationship with the magazine's owners. Eventually, Mehta had to step away from the editorship, and the newsroom, and become editorial chairman. As an editor, Vinod Mehta had a style inimitably his. A complex man - he makes the startling admission in Editor Unplugged that he has never known what is to fall in love - he exuded, at once, self-contained aloofness and deep engagement with his passions. It was sometimes said of him that he infinitely preferred creatures with four legs than with two. There were daily reminders that this sad hypothesis might well be true, and not just in besotted references in his columns to his dog, Editor. As you left the office in the evenings, you invariably saw stray dogs milling around the front entrance, waiting for numerous packets of milk to be opened, all courtesy Mehta. But, then, there was the equally curious sight of young shoe-shine boys and beggars crowding around him when he emerged from the office. Not the most expansive paymaster, and a great believer in no-frills offices ( one memorably, even lacked a proper loo), Mehta was yet a generous tipper. When encountered in office corridors, Mehta studiously avoided eye-contact, but if you ran into him at a party later in the evening, he was loquacious and genial, especially if he had had a drink or two. When you met him after you had stopped working for him, he greeted you like a long-lost friend. Perhaps the hardest thing to forget about Vinod Mehta is the air of childlike excitement about him when he thought a story was worth chasing. He not just gave a reporter untrammelled freedom to run with a good story, he actually ran alongside. A ferociously engaged editor, at his peak, he took afternoon naps with his feet up on his desk, but by evening was pacing up and down, sneaking up behind reporters to read over their shoulders, and even reworking layouts with split-second speed. At editorial meetings, his eyes lit up at the hint of scandal and controversy, and he was deeply suspicious of what he saw as preachiness or pretentiousness in a writer, though sometimes respectful of genuine erudition and originality. The worst thing he could say about a prospective columnist or a book reviewer was "boring as hell". Stories are legion about Mehta's knack of packaging a story more boldly than a nervous reporter had intended, especially since he was never too weighed down by political correctness. Once, in his Mumbai days, he famously gave a serious piece by a feminist writer on the pressures on women to conform to depilation and conventional norms of femininity, the headline: " I love my hairy legs". While, as editor in chief, Mehta towered over his Outlook team in age and reputation, it was remarkable that he never presented himself as an omniscient figure. He seemed to know exactly who he was: not a lofty intellectual but an editor with a strong instinct for what would be read, and one with a great talent for managing a diverse, and sometimes disorderly, crew. It was his insatiable curiosity for any kind of story, weighty or frivolous, that helped this elderly man, who was so computer illiterate that handwrote his columns to the end, establish a rapport with the youngest members of team. It was striking how open Mehta was to being contradicted, and even being overruled, at noisy editorial meetings. But of course, the tough decisions, like the one to run with the Radia story and annoy some very important people, were always his. Unlike some of his peers, he took them for the purest, most uncomplicated, of reasons -- that these were "bloody good stories" and he had a magazine to sell. -- Peace Is Doable -- You received this message because you are subscribed to the Google Groups "Green Youth Movement" group. 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