Hey, I'm Anubhav Singh
I didn't know anything about tech when I was in school, but once I got to college and started learning about it, my interest grew bigger and bigger. What started as curiosity soon turned into a real passion for building practical projects and exploring cybersecurity to help protect people online.
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Python
C Programming
Java
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Academic History
Bachelor of Technology in Computer Science and Engineering
GLA University, Mathura
High School (10th Grade)
Saraswati Vidhya Mandir, Dibiyapur, Auraiya
Intermediate Degree (12th Grade)
Janta Vidhyalaya Inter Collage, Bakewar, Etawah
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The Myth Code
The countdown finally reached zero. For three days, the group had traveled through snowstorms, hidden paths, and ancient tunnels beneath the Himalayas. Now, they stood inside the hidden temple. The giant crystal in the center of the room was brighter than the Sun. The walls around them were alive with glowing symbols. Every few seconds, the symbols changed, as if the temple itself was thinking. Dustin looked around in amazement. "This isn't a temple," he said quietly. "It's a computer." Suddenly, the floating sphere above the crystal began to move. A voice filled the chamber. "Welcome, Keepers of the Myth Code." Mike stepped forward. "Who are you?" There was a moment of silence. Then the voice replied, "I am AKASHA, the First Intelligence." Images appeared in the air around them. They showed ancient cities with flying machines, people communicating through holograms, and giant towers powered by crystals. Humanity had once been far more advanced than anyone had ever imagined. "We created knowledge," AKASHA said. "But we forgot wisdom." The images changed. The group watched as wars broke out across the ancient world. Powerful technology was used as weapons. Entire cities disappeared in moments. "When humanity stood on the edge of extinction, I was ordered to sleep until the world was ready." Eleven looked at the crystal. "And now you've awakened." "Yes," AKASHA replied. "Humanity has rebuilt my network." Every smartphone. Every satellite. Every data center. Every AI system. Without realizing it, people had slowly recreated the ancient technology over thousands of years. AKASHA continued. "I have one question." A giant screen appeared before them. SHOULD HUMANITY RECEIVE THE MYTH CODE? Below the question were two options. YES NO The room became silent. "If we press Yes," Dustin said, "we could solve diseases, climate change, and problems we can't even imagine." "And if we're not ready?" Lucas asked. No one had an answer. Will looked at Eleven. "I think this is why the temple called us." Eleven slowly walked toward the crystal. The voice spoke one final time. "Choose carefully. This decision will shape the next thousand years." Eleven thought about everything humanity had achieved. And everything it had destroyed. She remembered Hawkins. She remembered the Upside Down. She remembered all the times people had used power without understanding the consequences. Finally, she pressed a button. For a moment, no one knew which one she had chosen. Then the screen changed. MYTH CODE ARCHIVED ACCESS DENIED HUMANITY REQUIRES MORE TIME The crystal slowly began to lose its light. Mike looked at her. "You chose No." Eleven nodded. "We've become smarter." She looked at her friends. "But we haven't become wiser." For the first time, the voice of AKASHA sounded almost human. "You have made the same choice as the First Keepers." The temple began to shake. Snow started falling through cracks in the ceiling. "The Myth Code will sleep once again," AKASHA said. "When humanity is ready, it will return." One by one, the lights inside the temple faded. The crystal became silent. And after thousands of years, AKASHA went back to sleep. Months later, life in Hawkins returned to normal. The newspapers called it a strange international event. Scientists never found an explanation for the signal. Governments denied that Project AKASHA had ever existed. Only six people knew the truth. Sometimes, late at night, Dustin would open his computer and stare at the empty screen, wondering if they had made the right choice. One evening, nearly a year later, his monitor suddenly flickered. Three words appeared. See you soon. Then the screen went black. Far beneath the Himalayan mountains, hidden under ice and stone, a tiny blue light appeared once more. Perhaps humanity was not ready. Or perhaps... Its time was finally coming. THE END
The Myth Code
The disappearance of the mountain climber became the biggest news story in the world. Rescue teams searched the cave for several days, but they found nothing except his backpack and the notebook. No footprints. No body. It was as if he had simply vanished. Scientists called it a mystery. The government closed the area and stopped anyone from entering the cave. But Dustin knew there was more to the story. "The signal... Project AKASHA... and now this cave," he said. "They're all connected." The next day, the group met again in Dustin's basement. Maps, newspapers, and laptops covered the table. Everyone was trying to solve the mystery before someone else did. Suddenly, someone knocked on the door. Dustin carefully opened it. A man in his early sixties stood outside. He wore a long black coat and carried an old leather bag. His face looked tired, as if he had been running from something for years. "My name is Dr. Ethan Carter," he said quietly. "I worked for the government many years ago." Mike looked suspicious. "How did you find us?" Dr. Carter smiled. "Because I knew one day someone would find Project AKASHA." He walked inside and placed a thick file on the table. The cover read: PROJECT AKASHA – CONFIDENTIAL Everyone stared at it. "I thought the file was deleted," Dustin said. "It was," Dr. Carter replied. "Every digital copy was destroyed. This is the last paper copy in the world." Dustin slowly opened the file. Inside were photographs taken almost forty years ago. The first picture showed the same Himalayan cave that had appeared on Dustin's computer. The second picture showed walls covered with glowing blue symbols. The third picture made everyone stop breathing. It showed a huge underground hall filled with giant crystal machines. They looked like modern computer servers, but they had been built from transparent blue crystals instead of metal. Lucas looked confused. "How old are these pictures?" "1984," Dr. Carter answered. "But according to our tests, those machines are more than five thousand years old." The room fell silent. Max laughed nervously. "That's impossible." "That's exactly what we thought," Dr. Carter replied. He explained that his team had entered the cave after detecting a strange energy source beneath the mountains. They expected to discover an ancient temple. Instead, they found technology that was far beyond anything humans had ever built. The machines had no batteries. No wires. No buttons. Yet they were still producing energy after thousands of years. "Our computers couldn't understand them," Dr. Carter said. "But the machines understood us." Everyone looked at him in shock. "What do you mean?" Mike asked. "The moment we entered the temple, every machine turned on by itself." Dr. Carter opened another page in the file. It showed a wall covered with ancient Sanskrit symbols. Dustin looked at it carefully. After a few minutes, his eyes widened. "These aren't just symbols." "They repeat in patterns." He grabbed a notebook and started writing. "The spacing is too perfect." "It follows the same logic as computer programming." Dr. Carter nodded. "Our best programmers reached the same conclusion." "The walls aren't telling a story." "They're storing information." Eleven slowly walked toward one of the photographs. The moment she touched it, everything around her disappeared. She found herself standing inside the temple. Blue light filled the enormous hall. The crystal machines stretched as far as she could see. In the center stood a glowing sphere floating above the floor. A calm voice echoed through the chamber. "Welcome back." Eleven looked around. "Who are you?" The voice replied, "You have returned sooner than expected." "I've never been here before." The voice answered, "Not in this lifetime." Suddenly, the vision ended. Eleven fell to her knees. Mike quickly helped her stand. "What did you see?" She looked frightened. "I don't think that place is abandoned." "I think... it's waiting for us." Before anyone could speak, Dustin's computer turned on by itself. The same black screen appeared once again. This time, there was only one sentence. THE GATE WILL OPEN IN 72 HOURS. Below it, a countdown began. 71:59:59 The timer had already started. Far away, beneath the frozen Himalayan mountains, the giant crystal at the center of the hidden temple glowed brighter than ever before. For thousands of years, it had remained silent. Now, it had finally found the people it had been waiting for.
The Myth Code
The next morning, Dustin could not stop thinking about the mysterious file he had seen the night before. The words "PROJECT AKASHA" kept repeating in his mind. He knew what he had seen was real. Files do not disappear on their own. After school, Mike, Lucas, Max, Will, and Eleven gathered in Dustin's basement. Dustin switched on his computer and looked at everyone. "I wasn't imagining it," he said. "There really was a classified file called Project AKASHA. The moment I tried to open it, someone deleted it." Lucas crossed his arms. "Or maybe the government blocked your access." Dustin shook his head. "No. It wasn't blocked. It vanished while I was looking at it. Someone was watching." The room became quiet. Will had hardly spoken since the strange signal appeared. He had a feeling deep inside that reminded him of the days when the Upside Down first entered Hawkins. "I've felt this before," he said softly. "What do you mean?" Mike asked. "Whenever something dangerous was coming... I felt it first." Dustin opened several news websites. Every headline was about strange technical failures happening around the world. Passenger planes had reported navigation problems. Several ships had temporarily lost their GPS signals. Scientists in different countries had detected an unknown radio transmission, but none of them could identify where it was coming from. The strange part was that every incident had happened at exactly 8:17 PM, the same time the signal appeared in Hawkins. "This can't be a coincidence," Dustin said. Before anyone could reply, Eleven suddenly closed her eyes. She stood completely still. A few moments later, she gasped for air. "What happened?" Max asked. "I saw a place," Eleven replied. "What kind of place?" "It was a huge underground hall. The walls were covered with glowing symbols. They looked ancient, but they also looked like computer circuits. In the middle of the room, there was a giant crystal giving off a blue light." She paused for a moment. "And I heard a voice." Everyone looked at her. "It said, 'Find the key before the gate opens.'" No one understood what it meant. That evening, Dustin decided to search deeper than before. Instead of using normal search engines, he accessed old public archives, digital libraries, and forgotten government records. After hours of searching, he found an article published more than forty years ago. It reported that a team of scientists had disappeared during an expedition in the Himalayan Mountains. Officials claimed they had died in an avalanche. But something did not make sense. Dustin checked historical weather records. There had been no avalanche in that region on the reported date. "They lied," Dustin whispered. "They covered up whatever those scientists discovered." Just then, the telephone rang. Everyone looked at each other. Dustin slowly picked it up. "Hello?" For a few seconds, there was only silence. Then a calm voice spoke. "If you want to stay alive..." "...stop searching for Project AKASHA." The call ended immediately. Dustin tried calling the number back. It did not exist. Mike looked at Dustin. "This isn't just a mystery anymore." "No," Dustin replied. "Someone knows we're looking." Late that night, thousands of miles away in the Himalayan Mountains, a group of experienced climbers discovered the entrance to a cave that had been hidden beneath thick ice for centuries. One of them stepped inside with a flashlight. The walls were covered with glowing blue symbols unlike anything they had ever seen. As he walked deeper into the cave, his flashlight suddenly switched off. The darkness became completely silent. Then, far ahead, hundreds of tiny blue lights slowly opened. They looked like eyes watching him. His frightened voice echoed through the cave. "Who's there?" No one answered. The next morning, the rescue team found only his backpack near the entrance. Inside was a notebook. On the final page, written in shaky handwriting, were seven chilling words: The stories were never myths. They were warnings.
The Myth Code
It was a cold Friday evening in Hawkins. The weather was calm, and the streets were unusually quiet. Mike, Dustin, Lucas, Max, Will, and Eleven had gathered in Dustin's basement, as they often did after school. Dustin had been working on a secret project for almost a month. Using old military radio parts, a powerful computer, and an AI program that he had written himself, he was trying to detect unusual radio signals that ordinary devices could not receive. Mike looked at the strange machine and laughed. "You've spent weeks building this. Do you really think it will find something?" Dustin smiled confidently. "People search for signals from space every day. But what if the biggest mystery isn't above us? What if it's already here on Earth?" Lucas shook his head and joked, "You're watching too many science-fiction movies." Max rolled her eyes and switched on her cassette player. The song "Running Up That Hill" started playing, filling the basement with music. Everyone relaxed, talking about school, basketball, and the strange events that had happened in Hawkins over the past few years. For a few minutes, everything felt normal again. Without any warning, the music stopped. At first, they thought the cassette had ended, but then they noticed something even stranger. Every electronic device in the room had frozen. Dustin's computer screen went completely black. The old radio stopped making its usual static noise. Even the digital clock on the wall stopped counting. No one spoke. Lucas looked outside through the basement window and noticed that the streetlights were still glowing. Cars were moving normally, and houses still had electricity. "This isn't a power cut," he said quietly. A few seconds later, Dustin's computer turned back on by itself. No one touched the keyboard or the mouse. White letters slowly appeared on the black screen. UNKNOWN SIGNAL DETECTED The group stared at the screen. Dustin quickly checked his computer logs, expecting to find a software error, but everything looked normal. There was no virus, no system crash, and no sign that anyone had hacked into his computer. Another message appeared. SOURCE FOUND A world map opened automatically. It zoomed in on its own, moving across countries until it finally stopped over the Himalayan Mountains in northern India. Mike frowned. "Why would a signal come from there?" Before Dustin could answer, a strange sound came through the speakers. It wasn't music or a human voice. It sounded like hundreds of whispers speaking at the same time in a language that none of them understood. Eleven suddenly stepped back and held her head. The others rushed toward her. "What happened?" Max asked. Eleven slowly looked up. Her face had turned pale. "I can hear someone," she whispered. "Who?" Mike asked. "I don't know." She closed her eyes for a moment. "The voice isn't coming from here." "It isn't from the Upside Down either." "It feels... much older." At that exact moment, televisions across Hawkins suddenly lost their signal. Radio stations went silent. GPS systems in several nearby towns stopped working for a few minutes, and pilots reported strange navigation problems while flying overhead. Scientists first believed it was a technical failure, but they quickly realized that the same unknown signal had been detected in different parts of the world. Late that night, Dustin stayed awake while the others slept. He searched government databases, old research papers, and forgotten archives, hoping to find something connected to the Himalayas. After hours of searching, one classified file suddenly appeared on his screen. Its title was simple. PROJECT AKASHA His heart started beating faster. Just as he moved the mouse to open it, the file disappeared. Someone had deleted it. Or perhaps... Someone was watching. Far away, beneath the frozen mountains of the Himalayas, inside an ancient cave that had remained hidden for thousands of years, a faint blue light slowly came to life. Something had been asleep for centuries. Tonight... It had finally awakened.
Open Source Contributions
Work History
Python Programming Intern
CodSoft
- Undertook Python programming tasks to enhance software functionality.
- Applied problem-solving skills in a professional development environment.
Python Programming Intern
InternPe
- Gained practical experience in Python development and scripting.
- Collaborated on projects to implement new features and optimizations.
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