1992 North Indian Ocean Cyclone Season

The 1992 North Indian Ocean cyclone season was the most active year on record in terms of tropical cyclone development, with twelve tropical storms forming throughout the year. The season has no official bounds but cyclones tend to form within this basin between April and December. There are two main seas in the North Indian Ocean — the Bay of Bengal to the east of the Indian subcontinent and the Arabian Sea to the west of India. The official Regional Specialized Meteorological Center in this basin is the India Meteorological Department (IMD), while the Joint Typhoon Warning Center releases unofficial advisories. An average of four to six storms form in the North Indian Ocean every season with peaks in May and November. Cyclones occurring between the meridians 45°E and 100°E are included in the season by the IMD.

During the season, 12 tropical depressions formed within the North Indian Ocean whilst Very Severe Cyclonic Storm Forrest moved into the region from the Western Pacific. Six of the 12 depressions forming within this basin were judged to have intensified into a Cyclonic storm by the IMD whilst five more were judged to have intensified into a Tropical Storm by the JTWC. The IMD reported that the most intense storm in this basin this year was Very Severe Cyclonic Storm Forrest.

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