[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.

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