The New Indian Express, Oct 29, 2013
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Debdas was an unsung hero among journalists. He believed in his work, ethics and kept away from any attention or glare.
A professional par excellence and a thorough bred gentleman, he was glued to his readings and responsibility which he always discharged with elan and maturity.
Extremely shy and self-effacing, he maintained a superb balance between his family and work and excelled in both.
He was well informed, knowledgeable, good at language and had a mastery over journalism.
At 51, he looked boyish, though his strange colour sense insofar as attires are concerned drew chuckles from among his younger colleagues. Debdas was an icon for his peers and subordinates.
His trainees are spread all across the country and are beginning to miss their ‘master’. A softy- his only drawback, got him reprimands from his superiors but he would not care. He believed in creating journalists with ethics, skills and taught them to bring in human touch in their writings. But never demolished their spirit. And he succeeded in his own silent way willing to take the flak for others’ mistakes.
He was very protective of his wards. That was Debdas who was in the midst of writing his first book that remained unfulfilled.
It was a long journey for a Kalahandi boy from Bhawanipatna to New Delhi to Jaipur to Vizianagram to Vizag and Bhubaneswar and each move enriched him, taught him the ways to be a perfect journalist, a human being and a gentleman.
By the way, he was an excellent mandolin player who wanted to make a career as a musician.
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