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I was shocked to read of the untimely, sad and completely unexpected passing away of Krishna Raj, the editor of the Economic and Political Weekly for almost 35 years. For someone of his ability, knowledge, and insight, he was truly the most modest, courteous, and unassuming person I have ever met. I consider it a great privilege to have known him closely many years ago. I probably first met him at the residence of my late uncle, the economist Dr. R.K. Hazari, in late 1969 soon after I had come to Bombay and joined the Tata Institute of Fundamental Research. EPW was then in a period of transition after the death of its founder Sachin Chaudhuri. Shortly after that Krishna Raj assumed editorial charge of the EPW. Soon after meeting him, for some reason partly connected with Krishna Raj’s courteous and welcoming personality and partly with the direction EPW was going in, I found myself going to the EPW office in the evening several times a week after finishing my work at TIFR. To many progressive people who happened to be in Bombay, permanently or temporarily, the EPW office offered a haven for intellectual discussion, argument, and exchange of opinion, facilitated by many cups of tea and the modest, gentle, but always incisive questioning from Krishna Raj. It always amazed me how the magazine would appear week after week on time, carrying some of the most incisive and important articles of the time on issues ranging from the mode of production in Indian agriculture to defining and estimating poverty in India. No doubt it was Krishna Raj’s genius to create order out of what seemed on surface to be chaos, provide a forum for all the important currents in socio-economic and political thought, and make EPW one of the premier intellectual journals of social, political and economic commentary, a position it occupies today. And do it seemingly effortlessly, his modest demeanor masking the many long hours and perseverance that lay behind the editorial enterprise.
He always had time for visitors. I left Bombay in late 1974 and only visited intermittently after that. I remember the last time I saw him in 1999. I dropped by Hitkari House almost unannounced after a gap of at least five or six years. We began talking and went on for over an hour as if it was still 1974. His warmth and courtesy were undiminished as was his interest in topics he could share with his guests. He will be sorely missed.
(Vinod Mubayi, New York)
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