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A Script for the Algorithm | Data Structure Coding Interview

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Disclaimer: This post deals with the traditional “coding” interview where the focus is on solving one or more coding problems. I have interviewed in a double-digit number of companies from India, the US, and Europe and this post is a culmination of those experiences. This is the stable, generic approach I use in my interviews. Interviews have certain aspects of randomness due to factors like the company you’re interviewing for, the interviewer, job role etc. Despite this, there are certain steps you can take which will help the interviewer judge…read more

Jan.25
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Wormsign

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We have this saying “Upar wala jab bhi deta, deta chappar fad ke”: Whenever god gives us something, he gives it to us in heaps. In my case though, it’s usually been the opposite. My greatest moments of happiness, accomplishment, and peace have always been conjoined with my worst mistakes, failures, and turmoil. After my biggest success ever in 2020: finding stability and standing on my own feet, I also subsequently proceeded to do the shittiest thing I have ever done (sorry Wish and Youhou). I betrayed the trust of…read more

Dec.03
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Train your AI’s, people!

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The world of information is big and scary. It has beautifully illuminated corners, while also rumoring about niches where if you wander in by mistake, and choose to struggle on, you’re greeted by mountains of incomprehensible terminology, and sentences of slippery schrodingerish meanings which seem to elude you while being right within your grasp. For many people, they face this monster at the bright young age of Math, while some face it when colliding with an unknown territory far into the future. But over time I have realized that there…read more

May.14
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Compress and Distress

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Audio added to provide rhythm to the poem:   There lived a man alone at home, We shall just call him X. And in his house there lived two ghosts, Called compress and distress. The man he thought he was healthy But burdened under stress. For the ghosts like tapeworms sucked through him His spirit and creative best. He lived a life full of fire And ashes and duress. But he thought he had let them go At therapist’s behests. He knew he was a being still played It was…read more

Aug.06
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90’s kids

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90’s kids are a generation of nostalgia. So much technological advancement happened in such a rapid timeframe when we were growing up, that we clearly remember now-obsolete tech. We’ve grown from a huge-ass landline to a computer more powerful than we can imagine in our pocket. It is a major thing. And it sparks nostalgia for our seemingly “simple” childhoods because all this development skews our mental timeline to make it seem farther back than it was. Our childhood wasn’t technology based! We grew up with chalk, bows and arrows…read more

Apr.09
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The heart mechanic

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A light step here, A quick foot there, And he quickly came to bear. A bright dressed fellow, Wearing a brighter grin, Eyes shiny blue; hair all brilliant green. His purple suit did flash the eye, His yellow pants did entice; His bright red cape did dazzle, in all of our clumsy sights. “Ho!” Called I, “Queer you seem; Your gait’s stealthy but aren’t unseen. Wherefore you come from, Where’ve you been? Come share with me how you have your sheen.” Unfurling his laugh; Of happy perfidy, He sat to…read more

Dec.25
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The revenge of the rose

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It was the year 2012, and I woke with a craving for junk food. My eyes opened to a sparsely furnished dull room. The bright pile of clothes lying on the corner of the bed contrasted starkly with the dirty faded white of the overlooking wall. Dust had filled up the empty space on the floor, where it lived along with the wrappers and other knick-knacks I had abandoned. The slightly pungent smell of untouched worn clothes irritated my nose. Stretching myself, I shuffled out of the now empty bed…read more

Nov.06
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The Owner

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The old clock started it’s song at exactly six thirty. Champaben woke up at six thirty one, and her day began. Quickly getting ready, she woke up her dependents one by one, dealing with each of them in turn. They were all like her children, and she was responsible for their day beginning properly. Years of practice had set her schedule just right. She started the stove, and put the cut vegetables on the pan. Simultaneously, she started preparing breakfast. Her hand moved of its own accord, accustomed by years…read more

Jul.18
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The man who flew

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I   There was once a man,a thirsty man to boot.He had always, in his head, a plan,one you could never uproot. A man who laughed at others,for their unthinking conformity.One untouched by their flutters,Ironclad in his solidarity. For he believed in himself,the one who didn’t deceive.And on a plan for oneself,sneers are greatly received. He began as one among millions,just a face lost amongst others.But twas’ not his wont to be a pillion,and slowly he rose from the gutters. Calmly but surely, step by step,he crawled and caught many…read more

May.14
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The Aghoris

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http://qr.ae/nWOQ4 Upon reading this answer, someone asked me: Your heroes?My answer: No. But I understand their quest. I understand the lusting for knowing the unknown that they do. I know the clarity of mind which is brought about. The absolute brilliance with which your mind rises above the mediocre and revels with the gods. Where it rises above time and space into the infinite, and you see yourself for the nothingness that you truly are. You see your decisions having no effect; you see the futility of conciousness. You see…read more

Mar.20
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