Subir never smiled. He didn’t have to. He could communicate virtually everything with that mischievous glint in his eye – amusement, appreciation, agreement as well as disapproval and disappointment. He used that glint to great effect to keep me, his boss and colleague in the RBI, on track. I couldn’t have asked for more. In our years together in the RBI, he proved to be a competent and understanding colleague, and in time became a trusted friend and an endearing well-wisher.
That unsmiling demeanour masked a keen sense of humour. He once substituted for me at IMF meetings in Washington,