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Security, OSINT & Threat Intelligence Engineer C3iHub Indian Institute of Technology, Kanpur Kanpur - 208 016, UP, India.
nisarga[at]cse.iitk.ac.in |
I'm a Security, OSINT & Threat Intelligence Engineer at C3iHub, the cybersecurity technology innovation hub at IIT Kanpur. The director of IIT Kanpur, Dr. Manindra Agrawal, reached out after reading my CBSE writeup and hired me, and called me "a talented young engineer with significant potential". I don't have a college degree.
Mostly:
I got online early and started taking things apart about as soon as I could. Everything I know is self-taught. Before C3iHub:
I'm autistic and I have ADHD, both diagnosed. I used to think they were things to work around. Now I think they're probably the reason I can do most of what I do. The CBSE portal took twenty minutes to break and three months to stop thinking about. My brain has never been very good at letting things go. This applies to people too.
I grew up believing that being exceptional was the safest way to be loved. Rank, work, whatever came next. I got good at collecting things that look impressive written down. None of them made the lonelier years much less lonely. There is something strange about being praised for how far you're going while quietly wishing someone would ask you to stay.
I watch too much anime and listen to Radiohead, Weezer, Clairo, TV Girl and Mitski. Somewhere between Creep, I Bet on Losing Dogs, and relating to Shinji from Neon Genesis Evangelion more than is advisable is probably most of me. Some songs still belong to people I don't speak to anymore. I let them.
I'm queer. I care about privacy, human rights and digital rights. Maybe there's something personal in that: I think everyone deserves to be understood without having to surrender every part of themselves.
I think every line of code ever written is political. GNU/Linux is the obvious case — the licence is the argument, and it exists because someone decided that who owns your software is a question about freedom, not convenience.
I've mistaken kindness for love and love for permanence. I've held on too long and said the right things too late. Somehow, none of it made me cynical.
I still think there is nothing more intimate than being remembered in small ways: a song saved for you, the seat beside someone, an insignificant detail kept for no reason other than that it was yours.
Maybe love is just attention, given gently.
Between May and August 2026 I sent 60+ vulnerability reports to CERT-In. They cover critical government portals, dating apps with user bases in the millions, funded startups and companies valued in the billions. Some of my public writeups are linked below.
xp_cmdshell and RCE, and a public S3 bucket enumerating 2026
answer sheets and question papers. Examiner account takeover and mark
alteration were possible on the system evaluating Class 12 boards across
28,000+ affiliated schools.ast.literal_eval, unauthorised project creation, unauthenticated
ticket-transfer modification, and missing authorisation checks across
several endpoints.On the C3iHub appointment:
This website is one index.html file that I wrote by hand in a text
editor. No framework, no build step, no static site generator, no package
manager, no dependencies. The CSS lives in a <style> tag in
the head. There isn't even a webfont. Whatever serif you're looking at right
now is whatever your browser decided a serif should look like. I like that.
There are zero <script> tags. The only JavaScript running
here belongs to Spotify inside its iframe, which is also the only third-party
request this page makes. Every image lives on this server, including all
fourteen 88×31 buttons. I copied them instead of hotlinking them because
making somebody else's server deliver a 4 KB GIF every time you visit my
homepage feels vaguely impolite.
index.html — 18,511 bytes
It lives at /homepages/global/nisarga/ on
turing.cse.iitk.ac.in and gets deployed with scp over
SSH. There is also a ~/public_html on this account that looks
exactly like the place a personal homepage should go. Nothing reads it. I found
this out only after putting the website there and wondering why absolutely
nothing happened. As far as I can tell it exists primarily to lie to me.
I think websites should be allowed to be this minimal.
Hand-written HTML. Hosted at CSE, IIT Kanpur.