He Made Mine. Did He Celebrate His?
Being the Bong that I’m, there should have been more posts regarding the biggest of the Bengali festivities – Durga Puja on my blog. But I find myself posting more…Continue Reading →
My school leaving certificate spells my name as Soumyadip Choudhury (সৌম্যদীপ চৌধুরী), some call me The Chaiwallah. I work and live in what is generally referred to as Delhi NCR (work in Noida, stay in Ghaziabad).A part of my work profile labels me as a journalist (of the Internet kind) and my areas of specialisation includes technology. The Internet is the primary area of personal and professional interest and I also build products for the Web. I am currently with Network18 as Technology Editor and Product Manager at IBNLive.com. In over nine years of employment, I have worked with HT Media, Career Launcher, The Times Group, NDTV and Network18 in various capacities. As a chronicler of popular culture via advertising, movies, photos and more, I maintain a popular blog, Cutting the Chai, since 2005. The blog also doubles up as a digital archive of India's popular culture.Have been hard-wired to everything tech since childhood, I have a penchant for making and repairing (and occasionally breaking) things. My wife and family suspect that I am secretly married to my laptop.Was born and brought up in Shillong and that is the place I still call home (in the physical world).
Being the Bong that I’m, there should have been more posts regarding the biggest of the Bengali festivities – Durga Puja on my blog. But I find myself posting more…Continue Reading →
A few bomb blasts. Many killed, many more injured. A regular phenomenon. The locations change. The results similar. What will…
Serial bomb blasts rock Delhi. They can bomb us, maim us, kill us, but our spirit remains unshattered.Continue Reading →
I still recall the last paper of by university degree exam. I was elated. Not because my pre-results calculations had…
I’m not exactly a party pooper. It’s just that I don’t feel comfortable in a crowd of unfamiliar drunks. Office…
This tag thing reminds me of the relay races I used to participate in at school and never won. I with my non-athletic traits, I was usually the weakest link…Continue Reading →
Blood is life. Blood is important, therefore blood relations are so valued and letters of passion are written in the…
I counted. It’s 40 steps from the street below to my third floor flat. Mount Everest is 8,848 meters high.…
When the distances are unchallenging, I prefer to traverse them on my own feet. Last Saturday, there wasn’t much to do at work and the usual afternoon blues didn’t come…Continue Reading →
Whenever my blank-balance starts to get a little cozy, my palms start itching. My last itch-session led me to get…
“The Indian blogging community (or blogosphere, as it likes to call itself) is essentially a bitchy, selfindulgent and an almost…