Mayank Singamreddy

Mayank Singamreddy

in SF, figuring out what great work means for me


applied AI @ Meta

ex Apple genAI


as a young man I was lucky to have a tough childhood

because loss teaches you to look for more

fully convinced myself I was going to be a monk in the mountains


but man makes plans, and god laughs


now i do a poor job of remembering god

and push my limits as a founder

currently building infra for agentic commerce


DMs open

  • universal bookmarks — text a number in my phone with a link from any platform that automatically extracts the contents of the link and saves it to a bookmark dashboard I can search, play with, etc.
  • zendesktop — agent proactively identifies what I'm focused on and removes all distracting elements from the screen. for example, hides the menu bar, hides ads, catches notifications and only lets important ones in, redesigns sites to be minimal, etc.
  • friendfindr — it was so easy to make friends in school because everyone had to be there, and you saw people multiple times. sign up for a cohort of 8 people you have to meet 5 times over the next 5 weeks. if you don't show up even once, you pay for it.
  • constraints — a lot of problems have many attempted solutions that don't work (friend making apps, dating apps, sobriety, etc.) I loved that idea where you pay money if you don't complete your to-do list.
  • delightful design — I really like design and the concept of ideas that feel wonderful. Linear is a great example of this. The "need" was "solved" but they found PMF with something made with love for the user.
  • Microtransactions — I'd much rather pay per-usage than a subscription. I will not pay 20 bucks to try a new app. But 3 dollars and 11 cents to run one prompt, hell yeah.

A merchant sent his son to learn the Secret of Happiness from the wisest of men. The young man wandered through the desert for forty days until he reached a beautiful castle at the top of a mountain. There lived the sage that the young man was looking for.


However, instead of finding a holy man, our hero entered a room and saw a great deal of activity; merchants coming and going, people chatting in the corners, a small orchestra playing sweet melodies, and there was a table laden with the most delectable dishes of that part of the world.


The wise man talked to everybody, and the young man had to wait for two hours until it was time for his audience.


With considerable patience, he listened attentively to the reason for the boy's visit, but told him that at that moment he did not have the time to explain to him the Secret of Happiness.


He suggested that the young man take a stroll around his palace and come back in two hours' time.


"However, I want to ask you a favor," he added, handing the boy a teaspoon, in which he poured two drops of oil. "While you walk, carry this spoon and don't let the oil spill."


The young man began to climb up and down the palace staircases, always keeping his eyes fixed on the spoon. At the end of two hours he returned to the presence of the wise man.


"So," asked the sage, "did you see the Persian tapestries hanging in my dining room? Did you see the garden that the Master of Gardeners took ten years to create? Did you notice the beautiful parchments in my library?"


Embarrassed, the young man confessed that he had seen nothing. His only concern was not to spill the drops of oil that the wise man had entrusted to him.


"So, go back and see the wonders of my world," said the wise man. "You can't trust a man if you don't know his house."


Now more at ease, the young man took the spoon and strolled again through the palace, this time paying attention to all the works of art that hung from the ceiling and walls. He saw the gardens, the mountains all around the palace, the delicacy of the flowers, the taste with which each work of art was placed in its niche. Returning to the sage, he reported in detail all that he had seen.


"But where are the two drops of oil that I entrusted to you?" asked the sage.


Looking down at the spoon, the young man realized that he had spilled the oil.


"Well, that is the only advice I have to give you," said the sage of sages. "The Secret of Happiness lies in looking at all the wonders of the world and never forgetting the two drops of oil in the spoon."