A Chrome extension on the Web Store, a voice agent experiment, a few essays, and a software engineering notebook. Brewed in Madras, ground fresh in San Francisco.
An AI agent that places real phone calls on my behalf — ordering from restaurants, even when the restaurant's own line is another AI — and texts me the result.
Turns the new tab into notes and to-dos, with one-click capture from any webpage. No server, no analytics — everything stays in Chrome storage.
Hidden text in a bill email could make the bot lie about what's due. The fix: limit what the app can do when the AI is wrong, and check what a person sees against what the AI reads.
Claude writes the change, self-hosted runners test it on a sandbox Pi, and one tap in Telegram promotes it to production.
What I built, what I got wrong, and the one guardrail I couldn't move out of the prompt.
Seven principles, one ritual — a philosophy for the craft of software, in the language of Madras mornings.
Why success isn't always conscious. From Kohli's six at the MCG to the surgeon's hands: how thousands of hours of practice compress into cognitive muscle memory.