A desert landscape that gently yields to the constant shifting of the sands of time. Echoes from the past that are reminders of days long gone. Memories that seem like a faint silhouette of a palm tree on the vast expanse of endless dunes. Yet when the dust is wiped off the pages of our recollection, it paves the way for a deluge that whisks us to the time and place where it all began. A powerful wave which in its torrential sweep soaks us with the rich history of memories so lush and perpetually evergreen. Join us as we relive those days in our walk through time....

Our journey takes us back about 25 years ago to a small desert island that returns a welcome smile as you peer at its solitary existence in the blue eternity of the Persian Gulf. Bahrain has been and always will be home to those of us who lived there. A lucky few in our midst still do. This is where our alma-mater - The Indian School(to which this site is dedicated) continues to thrive as it has for years. We are the privileged offspring of the perennial nurturing of this institution which has taught us values that shaped our lives ever since. Regardless of the number of years each one of us has spent within its hallowed walls, all of us have been enriched immensely and blessed beyond measure by its glorious bounty. This site is a humble tribute to the greatness of The Indian School, Bahrain.

We are from the batch that passed XIIth in 1990, Xth in 1988 and so on....From a small beginning of a couple of members, we have reached out across continents and oceans to rediscover our connections from the past. If you belong to this batch, do communicate to us so that we can reestablish our links and share our stories. If not, please feel welcome to browse through the site and sip from the celebration of our joys, passions, yearnings and reverence for The Indian School, Bahrain.