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Hey, I'm AjayBlockchain Developer | UI/UX Designer
I'm Ajay — a blockchain developer and UI/UX designer from IIT Roorkee. I spend most of my time either writing smart contracts, pushing pixels in Figma, or showing up at hackathons with a half-baked idea that somehow turns into something real.
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Currently 21, based on campus at IIT Roorkee. I like building things that feel considered — whether that's a smart contract, a UI, or just a poster for a club event. This is a bit of everything.
I'm part of BlocSoc IITR, IIT Roorkee's blockchain society. On the dev side I write smart contracts, build DeFi protocols, and help maintain our internal tooling. On the design side I own the visual identity — every poster, UI mockup, and social graphic you see from the club.
We run workshops, speaker sessions, and hackathon bootcamps for people just getting into web3. I've led sessions on Solidity, account abstraction, and DeFi fundamentals. It's the place where I went from just building things to actually understanding why they work.Cognizance is IIT Roorkee's annual technical festival — one of the largest in Asia. I work on graphic design and UI/UX — event posters, digital assets, and branding across the fest. It's designing for scale, for thousands of people, dozens of events happening at once.
I also design for Fashion Society — posters, event branding, Threads content, cultural fest visuals. It's where I get to be looser with the aesthetic, step away from the technical stuff and just make things that look good. A lot of my best graphic work comes from here.
HackathonsHackathons are where I do some of my best work. I've been to EthIndia 2024, ETHGlobal Delhi, hacker houses, and more. Built Colosseum, TollChain, Neom across different tracks. Every event is a different problem, different people — same rush of shipping something real under pressure.
You show up sleep-deprived, pitch something half-formed, and 36 hours later you're on stage demoing it to judges. The pressure is the point. I've shipped more in a weekend at a hackathon than in some entire months of regular work.
CampusIIT Roorkee is beautiful in a way that sneaks up on you. The campus is old — proper old, not "built to look old" — and massive. Heritage buildings, trees that have been here longer than the departments, roads wide enough to cycle through at midnight with nobody around.
Life here operates on its own time. Nothing happens for weeks — you're stuck in a loop of lectures and deadlines and hostel food. And then one weekend changes everything. A hackathon, a festival, a random trip that someone planned three hours in advance. Slow and fast at the same time, with nothing in between.
I've grown up here in a real way. Not just academically — the way you figure out who you are when nobody's watching, when you're far from home and you have to make your own routines and your own reasons to keep going. Campus gave me that space. I'm grateful for it even on the days I complain about it.
TripsWhenever I get out of Roorkee I try to actually go somewhere — not tourist-mode where you follow an itinerary and take photos at the spots everyone takes photos at. More like landing somewhere and figuring it out. Eating at a dhaba because it looked busy. Walking until you're lost and then walking some more.
Some of the best conversations I've had were on trains — strangers who talk to you because there's nothing else to do and nowhere to be. A retired teacher, a guy moving cities for a job, someone who just needed to talk. You get a few hours of someone's real life and then never see them again. I find that beautiful in a way I can't fully explain.
And then there were the school trips — packed into a bus at 5am, half asleep, arguing over who controls the aux. The destination never really mattered. It was the chaos of getting there, the inside jokes that formed in 48 hours, the exhaustion at the end that felt like satisfaction. I think about those more than I expected to.
That version of life — where you had no responsibilities beyond showing up and not getting lost — felt long at the time. Now it's gone and I'm not sure I noticed it leaving. I just know it was the last time things were uncomplicated.
OtherCampus parties have their own rhythm. It starts with someone texting a group at 10pm saying "come over", and by midnight there are thirty people in a room meant for five. Rooftops, corridors, someone's hostel room with a speaker that's too loud for the space — somehow it always works.I'm usually the one who ends up talking to strangers. You meet people you've walked past a hundred times and never spoken to, and then at 2am you're having a real conversation about something that actually matters. That's the part I keep coming back for. Not the drinks, not the music — just the version of people that shows up when the pressure's off.
I have a small group of people I'd do anything for. We don't talk every day but when we're in the same room it picks up exactly where it left off, no explanation needed. Consistency without effort — that's the only kind of friendship I believe in. A lot of the best moments aren't the big events, they're the random Tuesdays.ChildhoodI grew up before I knew I was growing up. There was no moment where things felt like they were ending — just one day you look back and realise that the version of you in those photos doesn't exist anymore. Not in a sad way. Just gone, the way summers go.
I spent a weird amount of time on Omegle back then, talking to strangers at 2am from the US, Brazil, Poland, wherever. Most of it was nothing. Occasionally it was something real — a genuine conversation with someone I'd never meet, about things that actually mattered. The internet felt more accidental then. You stumbled into things. I miss that.These photos are the closest thing I have to proof that it all happened. The details are already going fuzzy — I can feel them slipping. But the feeling of those years, the specific texture of being that age in that time, that's still there. Somewhere.