It was only a month into our first semester of engineering, at the peak of the collective ‘Seniors must be obeyed at all costs’ spell ...

Blue we were, a brighter shade of blue Young, restless, lonely... but with a crew Evenings endless to fill, not a thing to...

NIT-Kurukshetra Main Building (Photo credit: Wikipedia ) Bangor. Maine. USA. A radio ad. A surprising radio ad. I let my att...

I can’t help feeling a little cynical as I pen this down. After all, the only people who would want to read an essay on “Living with ...

- In the ultimate tribute to the importance and influence that spending 4 years in a hostel 1500 kilometres away from home while at e...

[Tonight is a cold night in Calcutta , cold by Calcutta standards that is, but just the right kind of cold if you ask me. The motorcycle ri...

It was my very first guitar class in February this year and my teacher walked in, dazzled us with a couple of minutes of freestyling on the ...

[In memory of a friend tragically snatched away from this world and in honour of the greatest cricketer on the face of planet earth] It wa...

Yes, the picture above is from an 'ordinary' Holi, as ordinary as things can get in my alma mater, REC Kurukshetra (Yeah, yeah now k...

There is a lot of effort required to make mysterious assasins, trained in the most lethal of martial arts look boring but anime the wildly p...

12th March, 2006: A Sunday which will live in glory for all time to come for anyone who loves to see Australia beaten in a cricket match. Th...

The academic calendar was hardly of any interest to us. It was just a schedule interspersed with internals, vivas and assignment submissions...

Engineering college saw me earn a certified gold star in drinking capacity. By the end of the fourth year, I was notorious for being a heavy...

There was no real incentive to get back home for us in RECK except maybe at the end of the first semester. Hostel life with its fully engagi...

Third year had just begun with the luxury of single rooms and me & Malladi had gladly taken a common verandah equipped pair of rooms. We...

It would be one of those dreary winter evenings of Kurukshetra. I would be ambling my way through the brick passages to the mess as slowly a...

Anyone reading my posts on my hostel times could be forgiven for thinking that all we did in college was to slosh ourselves out and stumble ...

The frequent squeaking of the netted door hinges post sundown meant only one thing. That someone or many of them were cycling in and out of ...

This post has been a long time coming and I think I really owe myself this explanation. It may come across as a lame excuse for the four yea...

They say we all think alike and REC Kurukshetra afforded innumerable opportunities to study this phenomenon. But none so striking as the o...