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(Also, n2mywyn is my current ear-worm. Feel free to let it play in the BG while you read further.)
I’ve recently established a foolproof benchmark of self-evaluation.
I ask myself this: “Will this bite me in the backside when I’m famous?”. Think about how would it look on the title page of The New Yorker.
It is what I ask myself when I am about to do what the demon on my shoulder just asked of me. (btw, this happens way more often than it should).
Yesterday, he ordered me to give…
I’d pick an intelligent self-doubter over a confident idiot on any day of the year, any year of my life.
I was born and raised in an overtly patriarchal society.
There, whatever the man of the house said was the word. Who made more money or had a better qualification didn't matter.
Things didn’t get done as long as there wasn't a man who could look unreasonably angry and pretend like he knew everything.
Back home, If a car was being serviced, my uncle who never opened the bonnet or even owned a driving license in his 50 years…
I spent about two years of my life as a “traveling learner” as a part of my job. My job was to go places, talk to people, get to know the work, work culture, and foster relations among people inside of the company.
During my journey through the world as a qualified Engineer, I have learned to spot one common denominator among those who are reliable and trustworthy.
It is spectacularly simple and yet such a hard thing to do at work — to utter the sentence, “I don’t know.”
I once met this lady who was an experienced project…
I updated my profile picture on Facebook after a year and a half.
As if I gave the world a mass-panic-attack, I got phone calls, WhatsApp messages, and instant dm’s from friends and well-wishers. (Spoiler alert, you will see the picture at the end of the article).
“Change your profile pic immediately!”.
Maybe I watch so much Netflix that I have become desensitized to looking at legs. Or maybe, I’ve walked around so much that I started to assume legs are just a muscular part of my body, which by the way also look good.
Whatever be the reason, I…
The ratio of people who spin-off into a self-owned business to those who dream about doing it is notably tiny. The first and the most important question that stops one from getting off the floor is clearly — “What should I do?”.
In fact, as long as you are willing to “Do something about it”, says Viswatez Repakula, a self-made entrepreneur, you don’t have to look far to generate money by making the world a little more perfect.
Here the story of Viswatez, an Indian immigrant from Anantapuram, Andhra Pradesh to Stuttgart, Germany, and a Project Manager from Porsche AG…
If you are new to leading a project in data science, you will have many questions despite having gone through the same steps one too many times as an intern, or an engineer in the team.
When it comes to leading a project, you need a bird’s eye view into what makes your project a good product. Something your clients will kill or die for.
In order to give you a blueprint for the organization of your upcoming project lead role, here are somethings that are common to every data science project from the scratch.
First and foremost, set up…
Hardly ever is the suffering of real-life worse than the one in our head.
Hate is intoxicating. Unlike love, which can leave your mind by the morning after, hate is a bath we like to stew in. Important loved ones ironically compete for space in your head with the peripheral-few who you love to hate.
How to get over someone who occupies an unreasonable amount of space in your head, rent-free?
Let’s explore what stoicism has to offer to get over the sickness of hatred.
Your hatred is triggered when you find in another person proof of your perceived threat.
I cannot wait to see
How being old would be
Whether I will hold up until the end
Or would I sooner be free?
I want to know which parts I’d remember
and what never deserved my time
I’d like to see who stuck longer
And who was never to be mine
I want to know if my old man
is standing by my bedside
watching me as I wake up,
thanking heavens I’m alive.
I want to see if in future
the leaves still fall to the ground
Or will there be metal birds
that don’t ever make a…
On the face of it, every social media business has only our best interests in mind. They all want us to be rich, famous, and mentally healthy. Every now and then, we also get a survey about how you are feeling about the app, complete with smileys, custom videos, and balloon emojis.
Is that enough though? Here are some addictive features which hint that the app-makers don’t really care. There must definitely be ways of rethinking these features to not harm the user.
Why do the apps care enough to tell you via email that you have a notification, but…