Where Cursus began

I’m Aditya. Yash and I have been best friends since school, five years of trust I’ve never had to explain. He breaks, I rebuild, and neither of us means anything without the other.

Before I build anything, it goes through Yash first. Every idea I bring him gets turned over and shown from both sides, where it holds and where it breaks. Never waved through. Never shot down outright. His instinct under pressure is always the same: take the problem, however big, and cut it down to the smallest next step that’s actually within reach. He’s the mirror for the wrong things I’m about to do, the one person I go back to, stuck or not, who always finds a way through.

Whatever Yash gets working, however rough, is where I start, pulling it apart, pushing it until it’s fast, unbreakable, built to hold up past whatever it was originally built for. We built Axiom CMA™ together the exact same way.

It shaped how I approach everything — a jack of all trades, master of none, but often better than a master of one.

I’m drawn to the goal that might not work over the one that’s guaranteed to, bigger ambitions, harder paths, on purpose. Most of what I’ve actually learned came from the decisions that went wrong, not the ones that went right, and I’ve stopped pretending otherwise.

I was thirteen the first time I built something that worked, an RC car chip, a couple of motors off Amazon, wired together into a drone that flew, barely, but flew. That kid hasn’t stopped since.

Destroyer and rebuilder. The canvas only exists because we both keep showing up.