Affable and accessible as he was, Vinod was also aloof, seemingly detached, if not distant. He was awkward in one-to-one interactions, avoided making eye contact, except when it was imperative to make an assessment. He rarely smiled despite his ready wit and redoubtable sense of humour. When he prowled the newsroom corridors, with his hands in his pockets and with his characteristic slouch perched on his tall frame, he wore a deadpan expression. So, why was this buttoned-up crosspatch popular with everyone who worked with him?
There are two types of editors in today's media world. The first type work absolutely for their owners, they are invested in their position, political connections and hefty salary. The second type is a much rarer breed. They will fight with their bosses day and night, ethics matter to them, they stand up for journalism and journalists. They are true editors. And a star among them was a certain 'Lucknow Boy' - the veteran journalist Vinod Mehta who passed away on Sunday morning in New Delhi.
Senior Indian politicians paid their last respect to veteran journalist and author Vinod Mehta at the Lodhi Crematorium in
Vinod sounded so happy, just so happy that day, the last day we spoke. He sounded utterly content and chilled out. And I was really looking forward to the book release as well. The week after our chat I read the advance copy of the book his publishers had sent me. To be honest, I read it twice. I had never read a more complete sequel.