My Mother Asked for a Good Morning Text. I Built a Second Brain.
My mother wanted one Good Morning text every day. I made a cron job, then somehow gave the whole thing an agent architecture.
Hello World! I'm anshuman 🚀
Welcome to my personal website.
Hey there, curious wanderers of the web! I'm Anshuman, aka freāk (just on discord actually).
I (20 M) am an undergraduate student at Manipal Institute of Technology majoring in Computer Science.
I am a Radiohead-head (i own 2 merchandise and counting) and when i am not
bed-rotting, consuming all sorts of media, jamming out to "Creep" or "No Surprises" (had to
mention these two because you too would know so), you can find me fiddling around with code,
dreaming up wild projects, and occasionally failing spectacularly at making films and telling
stories (i suck at it honestly).
Somehow, between obsessing over Thom Yorke and debugging my life, I’ve built AI models, led hackathon-winning teams, and even wrangled government APIs into behaving (mostly). If you’re here for deep tech, bad jokes, or a glimpse into my questionable life choices - welcome aboard.
My mother wanted one Good Morning text every day. I made a cron job, then somehow gave the whole thing an agent architecture.
I (over)think, (maybe) therefore I am (not).
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Once in 3rd grade, my class teacher aka Rani ma'am asked me why don't i have a surname and she was dead serious this time like what could possibly be the reason that you don't and your sister has a first name, a middle name and a last name.
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