Hiking boots!

We had no idea how descending this fort top was gonna be, eventually we realized getting on top was optional but now getting down is mandatory.

It all began that afternoon at 'Blue Airport' — our college’s unofficial waiting area, where those blue cushioned chairs had seen everything from last-minute assignments to random laughter. We were just sitting there, doing nothing in particular, when someone suddenly said, 'Let’s go to Ramshej Fort!' And as it happens in college, one random idea quickly became a solid plan.

Within minutes, we pulled our bikes out of the parking and hit the road — no hiking shoes, no water bottles, no proper planning. Just the pure thrill of an unplanned adventure. The weather was perfect, the road was open, and the feeling was that typical 'Engineering last years' vibe — when every small plan somehow turns into a lifelong memory.

We stopped at a small shop to grab some snacks — Vada pav and cold drinks — calling it 'food for the top.' The hike itself was fun. None of us were serious trekkers, but that didn’t stop us. Between the endless teasing, photo breaks, and dramatic pauses where someone would say 'Bas yaar, last 5 minutes!' (for the tenth time), we easily made it to the top.

And once we did — wow. The view was breathtaking. The wind, the calm, and that quiet sense of achievement made it all worth it. We sat there for some time, exploring the most adventurous cliffs at the top, the fort gates, and the water storage area — perfect spots for a photoshoot. Quirky photo capturing began. Clicks, poses, funny faces, and a lot of teasing — the fort top was buzzing with chaos as we went around trying to capture all the crazy shots we could.

But then came the real challenge — the descent. What looked easy on the way up turned into a slippery puzzle on the way down. The rocks were loose, the path uneven, and every step felt like it had its own surprise. We don’t know if the descent road was really that difficult or if we had just taken the wrong path, but suddenly it felt impossible. Even though we weren’t vloggers, it became such a challenge that all you could hear in the audio of our recorded videos were abusive kinda words! One small slip and you’d suddenly invent a new dance move. We held onto each other, laughing and slipping our way down like a slow rescue squad. And that’s when we realized — those fancy, heavy woodland shoes? Totally useless for sliding down a fort!

At one steep patch, we actually debated whether to sit and slide — and yes, a few of us did exactly that! Some of us even ran down, and once we reached a kinda safe stretch of the slope, we all breathed a sigh of relief. Dusty jeans, scraped elbows, and laughter that just wouldn’t stop — that’s how we made our way to the base.

By the time we reached back, our legs were trembling, our clothes were messy, and our shoes had officially retired from service. But our hearts? Full.