Senior Controls Engineer · Ford Motor Company · Detroit, MI
Engineer. Builder. Traveller.
33 years old, born in Machilipatnam, AP. Raised on monsoon floods, competitive exams, and the quiet conviction that understanding how things work is worth every hour it takes. Now I help build the future of transportation at Ford — fuel cells, electric trucks, and the software that makes them think.
The story so far.
A life built one city, one exam, one engine at a time.
Dearborn, Michigan · Ford Motor Company
Building the engine of tomorrow. Literally.
Senior Controls Engineer at Ford — fuel cell powertrain, Commercial truck integration. After 10+ years across contract and full-time roles, I've touched nearly every corner of advanced vehicle technology Ford has pursued: F-150 Lightning prototype, F-450 hybrid research vehicle, AV integration, CAN architecture, Simulink modeling, HIL/SIL validation, and now hydrogen. The thread through all of it: making complex systems behave predictably — and proving they do.
Fuel cell is where I am now and it may be the most interesting problem I've worked on. The chemistry, the thermal management, the control architecture — harder than BEV in ways that aren't obvious from the outside. I like that about it.
Clemson, South Carolina · Clemson University
Masters. Powertrains. And a concept car for 2025.
M.S. in Automotive Engineering, specialisation in Powertrain Controls — hybrid and electric propulsion, advanced diagnostics, systems engineering. But the part that stayed with me longest was the Deep Orange 7 project: studying a BMW Mini concept for 2025, understanding the customer, imagining what technology could be, and building something from that intersection. It was the first time engineering felt like design thinking.
Clemson took someone who knew how engines worked and gave him a language for why they should work that way.
Vellore, Tamil Nadu · VIT
Four years in a city whose language I didn't speak.
B.Tech in Mechanical Engineering from Vellore Institute of Technology. Four years away from Andhra Pradesh, in a state where the signs, the conversations, the canteen orders — none of it was in Telugu. You learn to communicate differently when language isn't a given. You listen more carefully. You find other currencies: curiosity, effort, showing up consistently.
The connections made here lasted well beyond the degree. Some of the most important people in my professional life I met first in Vellore.
Vijayawada, Andhra Pradesh · Sri Chaitanya Academy
The grind that taught me how to work.
Sri Chaitanya is where Andhra Pradesh sends its most driven students to prepare for the hardest engineering entrance exams in the world — IIT-JEE, EAMCET, AIEEE. It's intense by design. The curriculum doesn't ask if you're ready; it assumes you will be. Two years of that changes how you study, how you sit with hard problems, how you understand the distance between where you are and where you need to be.
I came out the other side with a VIT admission and a work ethic that hasn't left since.
Machilipatnam, AP · Nirmala High School
10th grade. A playground. English enforced. Character built.
Nirmala High School was everything a good school should be — discipline, a real playground, English as the medium with no exceptions, and teachers who took it seriously. Machilipatnam was small enough that everyone knew everyone. It was a clean, grounded launch into the real world before the real world fully arrived.
Machilipatnam, Andhra Pradesh · Home
A town that floods. A childhood that didn't feel it.
Machilipatnam floods after a small rain. Always has. Growing up, that was just Tuesday — streets turning to shallow rivers, familiar routes going underwater, life continuing around it without drama. I thought this was normal. It still floods today. I've since learned it isn't normal everywhere. I've also learned you carry your hometown's version of normal with you wherever you go, as a kind of quiet baseline for what's manageable.
That's where this story starts. A coastal town in Andhra Pradesh, a kid watching monsoon water rise in the street, not yet knowing what an IIT was, or what a fuel cell was, or what a Michigan winter feels like.