I’m a Stanford undergraduate, and I’d be honored to walk you through these sun-dappled arcades and palm-lined paths—not just as a guide, but as a storyteller. This is a campus shaped by ideas, but also by people, moments, and quiet pockets of beauty that don’t make it into brochures. On this private tour, I’ll take you beyond the postcard landmarks. We might wander into a chapel echoing with light, pause beneath an olive tree where students read between classes, or peek into a library where time seems to slow down. If you’re curious about student life, I’ll share it honestly—the joy, the pace, the little rituals that give each day its shape. Whether you’re a prospective student, a parent, a visiting academic, or simply curious, I’ll shape the walk around your questions and interests.

Hometown

Delhi, India

Major(s)

Symbolic Systems

Minor(s)

German Studies, Theater and Performance Studies

Clubs, organizations & involvement

Stanford Finance Stanford Pre-Med Stanford Pediatrics Stanford Daily Stanford MUN Stanford Theater Consult Your Community Stanford ATMA: Awareness. Theology. Mysticism. Alignment

Describe your college experience

Arriving at college felt like opening a door into a world half-dreamed, half-feared. The palm-lined paths of Stanford shimmered in the sun, and everything—every voice, every bulletin board, every book—seemed to pulse with possibility. But behind the awe was a quiet flutter of uncertainty. I was (and am) young, wide-eyed, and full of questions I didn’t yet know how to ask. The transition was not seamless. At first, I felt like I was walking barefoot across a marble floor—careful, curious, never quite sure if I belonged. But gradually, the vastness began to soften. I found a kind of home in unexpected places: beneath the archways where the light always falls just so; onstage, where I could speak truths too sharp for ordinary speech; in late-night kitchen conversations over warm tea and whispered doubts. Academically, I learned to sit with complexity. Ideas no longer came with easy edges. They unfolded slowly, like old maps, full of winding paths and unexplored corners. Emotionally, I grew quieter inside—not out of fear, but out of depth. I began to listen more carefully: to others, to the world, to myself. College, so far, has not been a straight line. It has been a mosaic of wonder and weariness, solitude and solidarity, challenge and clarity. And in that messiness, I am slowly becoming someone I recognize.

Tip for future students

I wish someone had told me that it’s okay to arrive unfinished. There’s a quiet pressure here—often unspoken, sometimes blinding—to already have a plan, a passion, a polished version of yourself. But some of the richest parts of this place live in the in-between: in the questions you’re still forming, the paths you didn’t expect to walk, the small moments that aren’t resume-worthy but feel like home. My advice? Let yourself wander. Take the class that intimidates you. Walk into office hours not with clever questions, but with real ones. Sit beside someone you don’t know at lunch. Drop the club that drains you.

Favorite class

Psych1 That's where you get to touch the human brain. Period.

Career goals

The hope is to become a neurosurgeon.

Ideal way to spend a free night

Preparing fresh orange juice in a mixer and drinking it while walking around campus.

High school or secondary school

DPS