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How I Maximize Efficiency at Work

February 21, 2025

I am a developer with six years of experience, having worked in both startup and enterprise environments. I began my journey at Ola Financial Services, a small startup, where I navigated daily chaos and contributed to multiple product deliveries within a short span. For the past five years, I have been with Flipkart, where we have shipped numerous products, pulled many late nights performing NFR , tackled production issues, stretched through weekends to meet timelines, mentored several juniors and learned from experienced seniors. I am writing this article to share the strategies that help me stay efficient—both as an individual and as a team player. If you use any techniques that aren’t mentioned here, I encourage you to share them in the comments. 1. Get maximum Clarity Try to get utmost clarity of the task at hand. Iterations can be minimized when...

ଜୀବନ

July 29, 2023

କିଛି ଅସରନ୍ତି ଆଶା କିଛି ଅକୁହା ସ୍ଵପ୍ନ ବିଜନ ରଜନୀ ନିସଙ୍ଗ ମନ ସମାଗମ ରେ ପରିତ୍ୟକ୍ତ କୋଳାହଳରେ ନିଶବ୍ଦ ଆରାମ ପାଇଁ ପରିଶ୍ରମ ମରୀଚିକାର କଟାକ୍ଷ ଆଖିରେ ଲୁହ ପାଦରେ କ୍ଳେଶ ଶେଷରେ ଶାନ୍ତି ମନୁଷ୍ୟ ଜୀବନ କିଛି ଅସରନ୍ତି ଆଶା କିଛି ଅକୁହା ସ୍ଵପ୍ନ

An encounter with the Ghost

August 27, 2022

“This is the story of how a little courageous boy helped catch the thief. Remember fear lies only in your head. Fear is a greater foe than the object of its origin. Those who can overcome it achieve great things in life.” - As Mr. Mohanty (the literature teacher) finished reading a prose, the school-bell rang declaring the end of today’s school. - “I want all of you to write the answers for the questions in this chapter. Write it in your own words …” - Impatient Bunu could not hear further. He and his backbencher friends had their bags packed and ready. They were waiting for the teacher's signal to run to the playground. To Bunu’s dismay, the front benchers started assembling around the teacher to ask doubts, delaying dismissal of the class. While coming back from the playground with Amit, Bunu saw Siba, Priyanka and Ritu arguing about something. Amit and Bunu approached them. “Hey you guys!! Siba here is boasting that he had met a ghost near the village graveyard. His c...

Reality Check

November 05, 2021

Govind threw his bag on the floor and sat down in a chair on the veranda. Frustration was quite evident on his face. He called out to Bharati for a glass of water. He called out again, after a few minutes, for there was a delay in obeying his order. Still, there was no response. He went to the main door and found it locked from the inside. He went around the house, a bit more annoyed, to discover the cause of the disobedience. The back door was open, his two years old daughter was sleeping on a mat, and their dog was guarding her. Bharati was attending to cows in the backyard. She could not have heard Govind. On a usual day, Govind would have found a reason to initiate a quarrel, but today he was occupied with some thoughts. He had a glass of water and went back to the chair and his thoughts. Govind was a peon in a newly formed private college in their area. Well, we can safely, considering the average age of educational institutes, call a ten-yea...

A meet with my Great Grandmother

July 18, 2021

The corridor was long, stretched infinitely on either side. The ceiling, the floor, and the walls were painted bright white except for the red doors on the walls, resembling the corridor of a hotel room. I knocked on the door, whose nameplate read ‘Debaki Rani Acharya’. My heart filled with nervousness and excitement. A woman in her late twenties opened the door. She greeted me with a smile and asked me to come in. My presumptions of the size of the room diminished as I stepped in. Like magic, the scenery completely changed. I was standing in front of a cottage. Everything appeared familiar as I looked around. It was my village, just not the way I remembered it. The house was the predecessor of the one I grew up in. A few mango plants, each not more than a man’s height, were planted near the fences. My earliest memory remembers them, fully grown, seventy-eighty years in the future. In the summers, my sister and I used to be woken up early by grand...

Knocking at the door of sin

June 19, 2021

My younger self, in its solitude, once did something which could be considered taboo in society. I was staying in Bangalore for my job. I spent most of my weekends sleeping, procrastinating, going to movies with friends and occasionally reading a book. I had a long weekend for four days, Thursday to Sunday, owing to Rakshya Bandhan (a Hindu Festival) and some other occasion, I do not remember. My two friends with whom I used to go to the movies and my flatmate were not in Bangalore. By Friday night, I was sufficiently frustrated by my boredom. Rain in Bangalore circumscribes my motivation for going out. On Saturday, after lazily browsing through youtube and watching some documentaries, its suggestion algorithm led me to some videos, video-journals on the plight of sex workers in cities like Delhi and Kolkata. Disdain of the society towards them dribbles down on their children as well. Lack of health care and education enhances the gap ...

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