In the silence of the ocean, she found her song.  I always thought of myself as many things – a daughter, a sister, an engineer, a woman, an adventurous spirit, …

I nurse dreams of climbing the “Trilogy” of the great north faces of the Alps. Living in Mumbai with a very demanding job (academic jobs are as demanding as one …

As the night unfolded, we took turns keeping watch and tossing twigs and logs into our little mountain bonfire. Survival mode: activated. It was a wild night, a crash course …

Water crossings came as a complete surprise to all of us. Saddling is tough on the rocks and dust but in water, it was a new challenge unlocked.

In the same dive, I vividly remember an encounter with an octopus – the master of disguise. Watching it effortlessly alter its shape and color, becoming one with its surroundings …

The path to doing anything on a highline, requires you to fall, a LOT. I’ve seen friends not being able to do anything on the highline for years, and being …

Slow living, healthy lifestyle and mind tickling exercise, beautiful sunsets of the hills, calm winds and the smiling faces of people, if this life does not sound fancy, I don’t …

The number of times I face planted and the amount of salt water I drank those days, let’s not talk about that for now. But it was fun!

The sense of freedom of being one with the elements – sea, wind and sun without the constant hum of technology around us, far from the madding crowd, is unmatched …

Every step forward felt like a leap of faith into the unknown, the fear of losing our way or being engulfed by the unforgiving elements looming large in our minds. …

I consider myself very lucky, I got to spend the last 4 years of schooling at a public school – Scindia School, Gwalior. Our day started early. We wore woken …

Nostalgia time! For some fundoo hostel memories. Pondies. Gaalis. Water fights. EPs/PAFs. Cult trophy. Sports trophy. Inter wing tourneys. Bridge. Carom. TT. Footer. Basketball. Volleyball. Chess. Antakshari. Chayageet. Dumb Charades. …

In mid-2019, one of our classmates (C’77) posted pictures of our hostel 5 on WhatsApp. There was an uproar. 

It has been 30 years since we graduated, and yet the thought of my wing brings an instant lifting of the spirit and a bubble of laughter in my throat.

Who doesn’t like an unexpected holiday being declared, especially students pleasantly surprised when a  snow day or a rainy day is suddenly announced at a school or a college?

“…those were the days my friend, we thought they’d never end, we’d sing and dance forever and a day…” as sung by Mary Hopkin (1968). We easily recall this wonderful …

The first memory has to be of the first entry into the hostel in blinding rain. Since I had not yet studied engineering, I knew how to fix a bulb …

IITB was my first experience of community living. There was very little of ‘this is mine’.

Arun Kaul H4, C76 Aero is famous for: Riding to classes on horseback and “parking” the horse in the cycle shed. Creating and singing brilliant parodies on the fly. Remember …

The yellow bike was an abomination. Its owner, who was named after the mating call of the Rana Tigrina, was contemplating the despicable act of making money from a hand …

When I joined IIT Bombay in 1974 the first piece of “publication” that I got was an introduction to the Students’ Gymkhana.