Anukriti

maybe I am a forever @a16z portco early employee 2nd startup as an early hire in a a16z company stoked to say the least

@Parkerlawyer Wowowoow! I love this ❤️

In 1998, I was fired from my corporate job while 9 months pregnant because and I quote, “my priorities would be elsewhere after the baby is born.” The lawyer I hired told me I didn’t have a case because discrimination like “that” was almost impossible to prove. So I got pissed. Took the LSAT. Went to law school. Passed the bar. Had 3 more kids. Twelve years later, another woman from that same company was fired for the same reason. She sued them for a million dollars, and won, partly because I had kept every piece of evidence from what happened to me years prior demonstrating a systemic pattern of discrimination against women. That company no longer exists. My law practice is thriving. And that baby they said would derail my priorities? She’s a brilliant attorney now working at my firm. Turns out my priorities were indeed, elsewhere.

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Visiting India in a week, what are the odds I go to 100INR to 1 USD?

@katieburkie @harvey Hi Katie, would love to connect!

We are growing. So are the people who work here. Hiring @harvey across all roles and geos.

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We’ve got so many exciting plans and are building our dream team. DMs open and happy to get on calls ASAP :)

@rak_garg Acha go to Kabab Sharab, that’s above mid. Obvs not Delhi food, but good enough!

Is it just me or are all of the upscale Indian places in NYC beyond mid. I’ve now been to Ambassador’s, Bungalow, Junoon, Musaafer, Gupshup. Each more disappointing than the last.

@rak_garg It is true and the only truth!

@bitforth yup, exactly how it should have been done!

corporate ladder climber here, I’ll tell you exactly what I would have done in this case: I would have escalated this immediately to leadership for visibility. I would have created a war room or incident channel and pulled in stakeholders. At this point, all I care about is creating a visible paper trail of events. Then I would have put the cost front and center for everyone involved and reframed the whole thing as a business problem because VPs and C-levels don’t care about a bug in some pipeline. Now, if you want IC credit, you say: “I wrote this pipeline” “I caught this issue” “I fixed it” If you want leadership credit, you say: “I pulled the right people together” “I led the response” “I drove this to resolution under time pressure”

@maggielove_ @shefiorg Those chunky thighs 🥰 mine turns 1 in 3 weeks and I wouldn’t change a thing!!

Summer turned one yesterday. Her first word is "ahh-choo." She takes two steps and then sits down, looks at me like she's checking if I saw. She screams like a pterodactyl in restaurants. She loves to be held by her grandparents. She shares her food with anyone who'll take it. I wake up every morning and think, I made the best human in the world, and I know every mother thinks that, and I still think it. Everyone warns you about the death of the maiden, the version of you that exists before motherhood. The late nights, the freedom, the body you used to live in, the life that was just yours. They tell you to grieve her. I braced for that. The grief never came. At least not yet. Maybe it will. Maybe I wake up in two years and want her back. But right now, a year in, I don't feel like I lost something. Life feels rounder. I have to miss things now. I have to make different decisions. My body isn't what it was. My weekends belong to a person who just learned to walk. I'd been told my life would get smaller. It feels like I got more whole, not less. That doesn't mean it wasn't hard. Going back to work was hard. I cried. Two days a week at three months, and even that felt like too much too soon. The mornings when Summer has separation anxiety and I have to hand her over, screaming, and say goodbye. I'm rethinking things I never thought I'd rethink. There are days I just want an hour that's mine. There are moments that are lonely in a way I wasn't prepared for. But the surprise of this year is not how hard it is. Everyone tells you that part. The surprise is how much I love the closeness. How physical motherhood is and how much I want it that way. I'm still breastfeeding — day and night, more hours than I could count — not because I should be but because it's this tiny, warm place of bonding that I can't imagine ending. I'm her immune system. Her nutrition. Her comfort at 2 AM when nothing else works. I was designed for this in a way that still amazes me, a year in. When she's sick, I take the day off. When I make a weird sound and she belly-laughs, I do it again. And again. Until she's gasping. A lot of parenting is mostly just being a good clown. You find what makes your specific person light up and you don't stop. She's reconnecting me to something I lost a long time ago. My own ability to be completely absorbed by a moment. To think a sound is the funniest thing that's ever happened. Neuroplasticity disguised as peek-a-boo. I can't believe she's not a newborn anymore. She looks like a toddler. I can see the girl she's becoming and it takes my breath away and also makes me want to slow everything down. A year ago I cracked myself open and something new walked out. Two things, actually — her, and whoever I am now. Happy birthday, Summer. Nothing is you.

@Nick_Davidov I remember using Fridge No More in 2020 and had a great experience! Was surprised to hear that it just vanished

In 2021 our portfolio company Fridge No More raised $19M and opened 49 stores in NYC, employed 300 people and was able to deliver goods to your door in under 15 minutes, paying above minimum wage to couriers (they were actually so happy with their jobs they offered to work for free when the company couldn’t get funding). Unlike Mamdani’s store they had to pay rent and taxes. This is $387K per store including all the R&D, CapEX, and a central processing facility. Somehow when a socialist politician is trying to do that it’s 100x more and takes 3 years. Remember my words it will not end at $30M. Very soon they’ll ask for more.

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@karine_hsu Want to partner? Been thinking in this space and built something linkedin.com/posts/anukriti…

lots of interest, building something :)))

@maggielove_ I clutched onto every word! Not because my birth story and yours was same, but the sentiment is same.

longer version: Last Easter Saturday, I was eleven days past my due date, running a bath at 10 p.m., listening to Rüfus Du Sol, crying. Not because something was wrong. Because nothing was happening. I’d done everything. Acupuncture three times that week. Spinning Babies stretches on the bedroom floor every single night, Jon timing me. Walking through the park until my feet ached. Hugging trees — actually hugging them, bark against my cheek, my belly pressed up against the trunk. I’d logged off the internet. Logged off email. I was cooking three meals a day from scratch, eating better than I ever have in my life, journaling pages and pages of nothing coherent, just when are you coming, when are you coming, when are you coming. And still. Nothing. My last trimester fell almost entirely inside Lent. I didn’t plan that. But as the days stretched past my due date — day one, day five, day eight, day eleven — I started to feel like the season was holding me in something I couldn’t have held alone. Lent is a desert. Forty days of wandering and waiting and not knowing what’s on the other side. I was in my own desert. Going in for monitoring to make sure she was still okay. Coming home with no baby. Climbing into the bath again. I didn’t want to be induced. Everyone had an opinion about that. But I wanted to wait for her. I wanted to trust that she’d come when she was ready, even when I was losing my mind. There’s a thing that happens when you’re overdue that nobody prepares you for. The waiting becomes the whole world. You can’t plan anything. You can’t commit to anything. You just exist inside this unknowing, suspended, your body enormous and aching, your mind running through every worst-case scenario, and all anyone says is any day now. But Lent taught me something that spring. The unknowing is the point. The desert isn’t a detour. It’s where you get stripped down to what you actually believe. She came on Easter Saturday. I labored for thirteen hours. I threw up. The contractions were so hard I lost time between them. I didn’t get an epidural. I chose that, and I’ll tell you why. Growing up Catholic, the story I heard every spring was this: the miracle comes after the suffering. Not instead of it. Not around it. Through it. The passion of Christ isn’t a metaphor for discomfort. It’s agony and humiliation and a body breaking on a cross. And then — life. New life that didn’t exist before. I wanted to feel all of it. The bitter fruit and the sweet. I wanted to taste every contraction because I believe — with my whole body, not just my mind — that the fullness of life includes the pain. That you don’t get the miracle at the end of the easy part. You get it at the end of the part that almost broke you. When I started pushing, the nurses told me to stop. They said I wasn’t ready. I pushed anyway. They saw her head thirty seconds later. And here is the thing I’ve been turning over for a year now. On the weekend where Christians everywhere hear the story of death becoming life — where a body is broken so that life can begin again — I went through my own version of that. Small and human and nothing close to divine. But real. The maiden in me died that night. She’d been dying slowly for nine months, but she died for real on that bathroom floor and in that delivery room. And in her place — through pain I can’t describe and wouldn’t trade — life. I don’t think giving birth makes you God. I’m Catholic. I’d never say that. But I think women get to taste something most people only hear about in church. What does it mean to break your body open so someone else can live? What does it mean to die to who you were so that new life can walk the earth? I know what it means now. Because I felt it. Every contraction. Every wave of nausea. Every moment I thought I couldn’t do it and then did it anyway. Summer turns one this month. And every Easter from now on, I’ll remember it in my body.

I went into labor on Easter Saturday. Eleven days late. I’d been crying in the bathtub listening to Rüfus Du Sol, hugging trees in the park, and losing my mind waiting. I didn’t know it yet, but I was living the oldest story I’d ever been told. My last trimester fell inside Lent. I didn’t plan it. But eleven days past my due date, the desert stopped being a metaphor. I was wandering. Going in for monitoring. Coming home with no baby. Climbing into the bath again. Growing up Catholic, the story I heard every spring was this: the miracle comes after the suffering. Not instead of it. Through it. I didn’t get an epidural. I wanted to taste every contraction. I believe — with my whole body — that you don’t get the miracle at the end of the easy part. You get it at the end of the part that almost broke you. When my body started pushing, the nurses told me to stop. I pushed anyway. They saw her head thirty seconds later. On the weekend where Christians hear the story of death becoming life, I went through my own version. Small and human and nothing close to divine. But real. The maiden in me died that night. And in her place — through pain I can’t describe and wouldn’t trade — life. I don’t think giving birth makes you God. I’m Catholic. I’d never say that. But women get to taste something most people only hear about in church. What does it mean to break your body open so someone else can live? Summer turns one this month. Every Easter from now on, when I hear the story of rebirth, I won’t just believe it. I’ll remember it in my body.

lol this is burner account or you are a guy right ? I have been going to Lucknow, much much bigger city than Varansai for last 30 years and nothing has changed. I feel even more unsafe now and would not walk around. Previously I did, now I would not. I would not let my daughter stay a day in Varanasi or Lucknow.

Ok so it’s time to share a story… As a kid, never in their life my parents thought that there would be a day when they will send their daughter all alone to anywhere in UP. Noida was something everyone was afraid of going specifically after sunset. But cut to present time.. I did my bachelor from amity noida (traveled and stayed till late evening for 4 years) Last year I visited Varanasi, along with my girl bestie (just two of us) and we enjoyed and stayed at ghats till 10pm And not even for a second we felt unsafe. THIS IS WHAT CHANGE LOOKS/FEELS LIKE.

@eglyman github.com/datawithak Not just weekends, after the baby sleeps, build projects!

We only hire builders (and we’re on a hiring spree)! Reply with something you've built. I'll read them personally. We’re interviewing the best ones. You’ll be a good fit if you: - work best without permission - default to “how could I automate this” - had weird teenage hobbies - spend your sunday making side projects - have more Claude agents than cousins - shipped something this week - make prototypes, not powerpoints - don’t like hierarchy - are good at games: chess, monopoly, poker - would take dinner with Elon over $100k Good luck, Eric

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