Baltej's 340 Blog

  Distribution Partner with Vegetable Delivery Startup In March 2020, as the world tried to adjust to a new normal, I too found myself stuck in my room like everyone else. At the time, my aunt, a gynecologist, was living with us, completing a fellowship at a leading public hospital in my city. I saw her leave at 7 a.m. before most of us were awake, and return late at night, sometimes close to midnight. I saw her fellowship get extended by six months, I saw her unable to visit her children due to travel restrictions. She was one among close to a hundred first responders in my neighborhood who had to face the virus firsthand. I felt the need to share that burden, to contribute to my community in some of our hardest times. In April, I was lucky enough to get to opportunity to work as a Distribution Partner with Otipy, a vegetable delivery startup. As a distribution partner, my job was to organize and deliver the prepacked orders of fresh vegetables every morning to each customer. Addi...

Distribution Partner with Vegetable Delivery Startup In March 2020, as the world tried to adjust to a new normal, I too found myself stuck in my room like everyone else. At the time, my aunt, a gynecologist, was living with us, completing a fellowship at a leading public hospital in my city. I saw her leave at 7 a.m. before most of us were awake, and return late at night, sometimes close to midnight. I saw her fellowship get extended by six months, I saw her unable to visit her children due to travel restrictions. She was one among close to a hundred first responders in my neighborhood who had to face the virus firsthand. I felt the need to share that burden, to contribute to my community in some of our hardest times. In April, I was lucky enough to get to opportunity to work as a Distribution Partner with Otipy, a vegetable delivery startup. As a distribution partner, my job was to organize and deliver the prepacked orders of fresh vegetables every morning to each customer. Additional...

 My parents are both Indian, and for the most part so am I. But having spent two years in North Carolina and every summer from the ages of 9 to 14 in New York City, I'm not quite completely Indian. In fact, with each passing year I spend away from my homeland, I lose a few more words from my Hindi vocabulary, and my ability to read the language I could once recite lengthy poetry in fades faster still. I know for a fact that at my core I am a survivor, not just because of the time I spent in North Carolina battling Childhood Leukemia, but because of what came after. At the age of 6 after a month on bed rest, I had to re-learn how to get out of bed and walk again, first out of my room, then out of my hallway, then out the doors. I've never been fast or super athletic, but I've always kept moving. Life didn't stop for me at four when I was diagnosed, or at five when I relapsed, or at six when I received my cord blood transplant, so I don't plan on stopping anytime soon...