(G)olden Tickets: Reminiscing with Mr Bawa
It took me at least five attempts to get a steady line while calling Mr Bawa in Delhi. The connection being annoyingly scrambled, I could…
It took me at least five attempts to get a steady line while calling Mr Bawa in Delhi. The connection being annoyingly scrambled, I could…
The year is quite irrelevant, I suppose: I could not have been more than a confused teenager, just making his way through college. We were…
One tends to wonder what it must have been like to study here in the maiden days of the institution. IIT has always been known…
More than half a century ago, Fresher alighted at Central Station, half dazed. The train ride had been dreadful, just dreadful. The Sun bore down…
Fifty-seven years ago in the month of August, on this very campus, a student was writing an article, thinking up of an introduction, exactly as…