Core Values
A snapshot of values I believe in both as a person and to build organizations
Personal website of Vaishnav Sreekanth Menon.
A snapshot of values I believe in both as a person and to build organizations
Slowly, you smell the dew on freshly wet ground, Hear the gentle rustling of early spring leaves, the pitter-patter of the creek, and the quiet chirping of distant birds.
Tackling a classical TCP interview question beyond just theory
Manually perform each step that goes on during a TLS handshake to see what it's like
One of the (many) problems with running a production grade Redis cluster in my experience has been maintaining the topology of the cluster.
This poem is untitled, as all letters are:
When joy fills your eye As you star-ward facing lie, as does a tear from the sky, as does sweet whisper by the rye, or a waterfall's loud sigh all sign that your heart, once yours alone, is now all but one with mine.
Eyes as cold as ice, The used noose helps me Follow her up the red trail.
On the banks of the river she waited, so silently, smiling, nay smirking, at all that she could. The Stygian stood, and took what he would, as she then rose up above the dark wood.
Take a chance for cash and fame, For you too will lose this beautiful game.
These insects dare to use my name, To dance in blood, glory and fame?
First, a fresh spring dew, draped upon the hopes and dreams, of a thousand hearts.