When the Election's Over, Turn Off the Lights
A burgeoning economy, a vibrant democracy. But I can’t even get my seven hours of sleep every night, while our elected representatives and the bureaucrats bask in the cool of…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).
A burgeoning economy, a vibrant democracy. But I can’t even get my seven hours of sleep every night, while our elected representatives and the bureaucrats bask in the cool of…Continue Reading →
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