Researcher turned investor. Biology, capital, and the space between. Founding something in bio-AI.

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About

I'm an investment analyst at Speciale Invest, a pre-seed/seed deeptech VC firm in Chennai. I lead deals independently across biotech, space, defense, quantum, and semiconductors — at partner level, despite the title.

Born and raised in a small town in Kerala in a joint family, my grandfather was my everything. He was a teacher, entrepreneur, social worker, and visionary — I learned the world through him. He instilled in me a deep sense of curiosity and a passion for making a difference in the world. Consequently, I pursued education in the field of science as a foundation for achieving my aspirations, and the best place to do it was IISER. Well as cliche as it sounds, I don't think any of my achievements would have been possible without him.

During my time at IISER, I explored a range of interdisciplinary fields in science, mathematics, and computer science. I developed a keen interest in biological sciences and physics, and ultimately chose to major in biological sciences. Nerding out completely on Feynman, Sapolsky, and the wonderful world of science. My master's thesis was in biophysics — understanding traction forces of cells. I was always passionate about interdisciplinary fields, or perhaps I was just bored with core sciences.

After IISER, I worked as a JRF in a biomechanics lab at IISc — but felt that success in research was primarily measured by the number of papers published. I wanted to make an immediate impact. By late 2020, I started my own startup in women's healthcare, offering solutions for PCOS. Despite initial traction, I faced scaling issues and had to shut it down in January 2022.

In early 2022, I took on a role as operations manager at a Singapore-based biotech startup. I built an operational network in India, created contracts with three national institutes, hired and mentored people, and completed animal trials under the estimated timeline. But life became monotonous. So I took a career break. That led me to finance, coding, AI — absorbing knowledge. I started writing blogs because I had a lot to say and no audience. Those ripples found Speciale.

I'm now preparing to leave VC to found something in bio-AI. Outside of work: I read widely across history, fiction, philosophy, and science. I train seriously — gym, boxing, yoga, swimming. I write at Atoms & Cells. Based in Chennai, from Kerala.


Timeline
2014–19IISER Kolkata · BS-MS Biological Sciences
2019–20JRF, Biomechanics Lab · IISc Bangalore
2020–22Founder · Inarihealth (femtech, PCOS)
2022–23Operations Lead · TeOra Biotech, Singapore
2023Career break · learning, writing, figuring it out
2024–nowInvestment Analyst · Speciale Invest, Chennai
2026 →Founding · bio-AI company

Anti-Resume

I'm very proud of my failures, more than my successes, because every time I failed I grew in some way or form. And I firmly believe the only failure is not failing enough.

Writing

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Poems

Written at different points. Some when I had everything figured out, most when I didn't.

Road to Home
I yearn for the road that leads me home, Where I once collected pebbles in my palms, Spoke to dragonflies as if they'd answer, Mud roads alive with whispers and laughter. The biggest worry was a hungry belly, And the fiercest villain wore a teacher's smile, But happiness bloomed in a 1-rupee sipups, The earth beneath my feet, bare and carefree. Is it the home I miss, Or the innocence that trembled beneath banyan trees? Was it the branches that haunted me, Or the shadows I'd outgrow? Does my mother's kitchen still smell the same, Or was it my hunger that shifted with time? The bed wasn't cushioned, my meals weren't calorie counted, Sipups weren't as refined as Japanese matchas, But back then, it cradled a heart light as air, made me happy, unbundled, Untouched by the weight of knowing too much. What have I become? I chase the road that twists through my memory, Wondering if I'm seeking a place Or the child who believed That dragonflies and pebbles were enough To fill the world with magic. Oh, I wonder, how far my innocence has gone, And whether I'll ever find that barefoot boy again.
Introvert
Oh dear life I was lonely, But claimed it was my way— An introvert, an identity I swayed, In shadows I chose to stay. Never laughed too loud, Never dressed too strange, Kept my thoughts locked tight, Afraid of their gaze's range. I hid from laughing my heart out, For fear of looking weak, Held back every burst of life, So no one could critique. Yet deep within, a whisper stirred— The truth, too sharp to flee, That all the brightest souls I knew Were chained, just like me. Afraid of being ridiculous, We caged our inner fire, Masters of intellect, Yet bound by silent mire. For life, as Dostoevsky said, Is bitter in this fight— To fear the laugh, the careless glance, Is to turn from inner light. We hide from joy, we hide from pain, Afraid of life's wild kiss, And in the quiet of our pride, We drown in our abyss. So laugh with your hearts, Love without fear, Life's beauty waits for those who dare To truly see and hear.
You ♡
If I begin again, right from the start, Could I somehow find a place in your heart? Though I stutter or search for the right words, Will you see beyond the battles, past my swords? I always pause before my heart's laid bare, Will you hear the unspoken, if you care? If I sing you lullabies soft and true, Will you find your home, somewhere in me too? On a quiet evening, tea for two, If I bring roses, just for you, With bangles bright red, a gift to wear, Would you flaunt them without a care? There's something I've longed to say to you, Could you wait for me just a moment or two? If I begin again, right from the start, And tell you I love your voice, your art, Will you sing me songs to call my own? Could I, in you, find a place to call home? I sulk at times, but please don't mind, Could I be your man, steady and kind? The one who stands behind, through it all, Will you catch me when I start to fall?
Wallflower
Wallflowers, why are you so pretty? In this world so harsh and gritty Sprouting from cracks unseen, Who notices your quiet beauty? Blooming without duty. A shy smile, a gentle nod, As crowds rush by, a human flood Wallflowers, there you stand Unnoticed, yet so grand Wallflowers all, in stone or skin, I'm sorry I've passed you, unseeing You remind us, in silent ways, That beauty's here, quietly being
Depression
All I wanted was peace, "Just be silent!" I shouted. A facade, all I craved was silence, Oh, you uninvited. Through my cracks you seep and crawl, Despite my patches on the wall. Everything feels so heavy, so gray, I fake a smile, day by day. Sad and gloomy, I'm weathering in Who are you, this force within? Why do you haunt my every breath I see my death, a happy deadend. All I plea is to leave me be, Why have you made a home in me? I can't remember who I am, Maybe I'll never know...

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More poems, personal essays, and reflections on life, identity, and what it means to be from where I'm from. Coming when they're ready.

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Leaving VC

I've made the decision to leave Speciale Invest this year to found a company in bio-AI. The specific problem space is still being sharpened — the direction is clear. Finishing what's in flight first: deals, a compensation negotiation, a clean exit. VC taught me how to pattern-match across biology, capital, and systems at a pace nothing else would have.

In flight

  • Closing the Nucleovir IC — AI-designed oncolytic virus platform for solid tumors
  • Running diligence on Sthyr Energy (zinc-air battery, co-investment)
  • Beginning a co-founder search in parallel
  • Writing monthly at Atoms & Cells

Reading

  • Ibn Khaldun, Braudel — civilization-scale patterns, the long arcs
  • Science fiction as a thinking tool — the genre that takes ideas seriously

Training

Gym, boxing, yoga, swimming — rotating seriously. In pursuit of a triathlon. The body as a system to optimize, not a background process.

Thinking about

Whether the right bio-AI problem is infrastructure, tools, or a specific disease area. The pattern that keeps surfacing: biology already solved most of what we're trying to engineer. We're just learning to read the code.

Writing

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Say hello

Open to conversations on deeptech, biotech investing, bio-AI, or anything at the intersection of biology and capital. Also happy to talk history, poetry, and philosophy.

Reach me at shibil@ahammadshibil.com or on Twitter.