at times, things just move and destiny just waves at you without much of our understanding and sense.kaash, things were damn clear infront of me without any fuss.dnt know where m moving into.into wilderness or into something lesser wild.even nt sure why m putting all crazy not so useful thoughts over dis allotted space which could ave adorned something better and sumptuous.
i played...just played over the years..not knowing exactly with whom and how..
bt i ave little sensibility to understand on this playground i ws just d only player who was being roamed around the court of life by me. infact it cant be anyone else. never be.
it feels great to jot down all these abstract moments in my abstract life where things went seamlessly without any effort or measure....
dnt know wen dat 'rang de basanti' wake up call we stir me up...
till den...i will continue...
waving & moving...
Saturday, April 17, 2010
Friday, July 20, 2007
IIT
IIT
(An experience of sorts)
SAIDUTTA BIBHU PRASAD BEHERA
5TH SEMESTER, MECHANICAL ENGINEERING
2003-2007
My journey through IIT (Indian Institute of Technology rather it is ‘Innovation of Inherent Technology’) was something which I will cherish for times to come for some unforgettable moments of joy & depression.
Starting my journey on a very suspicious note whether going there will be of any help or not and will I be able to match to the talent, grit & determination of technogiants from across the country. I had just gone to have a glimpse of what IIT is & a ticket to IIT was to participate in the “KSHITIJ”-Annual Techno-Management Festival(an amalgamation of IITs,IIMs,NITs,top B-Schools…).I alongwith five of my friends initiated our reverberating passage to the dreamland of technology.From the Kharagpur railway station,my IITian friend (core member of “KSHITIJ”) accompanied to IIT through their bus aongwith other students (and now the apprehension of IIT took its toll on me).Some minutes after, our eyes glanced through the imperative stature & serene atmosphere of none other than
INDIAN INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY
KHARAGPUR
These were inscripted silver words at the imperious entrance,absolutely majestic & stunning.IIT Kharagpur was an amalgamation of Tech & MBA students,huge buildings with mindblowing architecture,departments with almost everything,a Museum & a horrifying prison built by the Britishers,parks,canteens,restaurants,hospital & cinema hall,clean & huge roads with an array of never ending streetlights,flower gardens,Police chowki,Hostels & Colonies alongwith Professor Quarters ,a small but optimum tech market and above all, the Library of IIT is the the largest Tech Library in Asia(it is a four-storeyed building with architecture…).The auditorums were well equipped & stunning.Specially their classrooms were like our own Keshari Halls with spacious galleries with Projector,LCDs & huge speakers.The restaurants there served delicious food.There was a Kendriya Vidyalaya,huge indoor & outdoor playfields for Cricket,Basketball,Tennis,Football,Hockey,Badminton,Atheletics etc.Anything treat to was their buildings especially “TAKSHSHILA”,a huge building of more than 1000 computers & its designed in such a way that mobile networks fail helplessly inside it.
We all registered at the “KSHITIJ” arena & accomodations were given to us.It was already midnight.It was a huge campus where may be 100 to 150 ITER would get in.The architecture conveys an absolute command as an overbearing & dictatorial person.
MOST INSPIRING PART :To look at the main building where the giant silver inscription of “INDIAN INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY” was placed on its top (with a tagline “Dedicated to the service of the nation” ) which was supreme & peremptory enough to brighten up the fire within you to read in IIT & nowhere else & there was an absolute depressing feeling thinking myself to be an ITERian & not an IITian & made me remember those days when gossiping,playing,roaming,sleeping,gluing to TV replaced the very hated studies.Only one thing ringed at my ears -“TIME WASTE IS LIFE WASTE”.Well, in IIT there are many things to get inspiration than things to get you depressed.Perhaps it is the case of every outsider who tend to believe living in IIT for three days that “World is divided into two arenas-one for IITians & other for those “who wished if they were IITians”.As always, everyone was glad to see any damsel at IIT.But in IIT, the boy to girl ratio is usually around 600:32 or 600:19 or something invariably close.Some of my friends were referring the the IITians(girls) as “TECHNOMOTHER”
MOST DIFFICULT PART: Walking.It is huge campus of more than 1200 acres.To walk from the “KSHITIJ” arena to our Hall Of Residence(I mean their Hostels where for the time being we were given accomodation).Everyday we had to walk some 8 to 15 kilometres.To ride a bicycle is definitely a big thing there as every IITian used to ride a bicycle.Riding vehicles is not permissible.But yes, Rickshaws were plentily available.Meanwhile my friends went from Kharagpur to Kolkata & that was a bit setback for me.
All the Hall Of Residences(HR) were named after freedom fighters like Lala Lajpat Rai HR,Meghnad Saha HR,Vallabhbhai Patel HR etc.The Ladies Hostel was christened as Sarojini Naidu HR.Life at IIT was tremendously cool & everyone will feel the air of independence & freshness.The IITians used to read,play,roam or do something in their Labs,fields or Libraries till late in the night.IIT is 24 hours open and alive for 365 days a year.Meanwhile I participated in Ateliar,Tech Quiz,Biz Quiz,B-plan,Snappit.The Workshop,Seminar,Conference by professors from foreign universities including MIT was awesome & resplendent.There were participation from OEC,NIT,UCE Burla,IGIT Sarang,COEB,KIIT from Orissa.
Anyways,“KSHITIJ” was truly spellbinding,thought provoking,captivating & entirely appealing,an appeal to rise against the tides & go across the horizon crossing the limit.One particular thing that was fascinating & amusing was the language of every IITians.They call it IIT Lingo, a language that appears new like Malayam or Telugu but it is actually a hitech & engrossing version of Hindi & English language.They tell for a girl-bandii,boy-bandaa,Professor-Prof,Calculator-Calci,Electronics Department-thok(thick heads of kharagpur),tension-load,Department change-dipcy & many many to follow ,this is only a 0.005% of their language.
“KSHITIJ” started on February 05, 2005.It was a three days celebration of Technology & Management.On the last night, prizes were distributed.A boy from IIT Kharagpur grabbed a brand new ‘Pulsar’ for receiving highest number of prizes. Yeah, one thing I forgot to tell you about the horrendous & awful sight of the Robotics competition where participants were handling complex Electronics circuit & Robots in such a manner that I was horrified by the majestic talents of the IITians & made me remember those days when designing circuits on the Breadboard in the Basic Electronics Lab was difficult even having the Circuit diagram in one hand.
After having dinner, we went out to go across every department of IIT with my IITian friend & his girlfriend(a sweet,short stature Bengali girl of Electronics branch of IIT Kharagpur).I was specially attracted by the splendour of mechanical department where every subjects were dedicated special Labs &the glimpse of the machines were terribly huge for my eyes to catch up.So we took some photos there.We came across Vinod Gupta School of Management (Vinod Gupta is an alumni of IIT who contributed crores to make this building exclusively for B-Tech students).
IIT Kharagpur was built in 1951 due to which some buildings are too old.We had some snaps between us & went back to our rooms.In the morning, we left for Bhuibaneswar with some contrasting & enlightening memories of IIT.Its true that I had a bit depression at not being an IITian but yes it inculcated within us loads of inspiration that taught us to learn from past, live in the present & invest (our mind, soul & energy) in the future.
Its not wrong that in IIT, I was not proud to be an ITERian but yes, arriving at my very own lovely college made me realize what I am & I was absolutely at ease to feel good & do good for my college.IIT gave me inspiration & made me thought provoking to realize that my past made me go through those horrifying moments & made me think about my times of failure but yes, my future gives enough impetus & incitement to make me broaden the horizon to cross the limits may be higher than IITians.IITians live in different world not due to their brains but because of their grit,determination & dedication which we sincerely miss.So,inculcating all these things within us right now by living in the very present to make our future shimmering,illustrious & flambuoyant so that we can proudly think about it when it becomes past……Many lines have been penned down but still my description of IIT goes on……& that simply justifies what IIT is.
My experience at
“KSHITIJ”
Annual Techno-Management Festival
IIT Kharagpur
IIT
IIT
(An experience of sorts)
SAIDUTTA BIBHU PRASAD BEHERA
My journey through IIT (Indian Institute of Technology rather it is ‘Innovation of Inherent Technology’) was something which I will cherish for times to come for some unforgettable moments of joy & depression.
Starting my journey on a very suspicious note whether going there will be of any help or not and will I be able to match to the talent, grit & determination of technogiants from across the country. I had just gone to have a glimpse of what IIT is & a ticket to IIT was to participate in the “KSHITIJ”-Annual Techno-Management Festival(an amalgamation of IITs,IIMs,NITs,top B-Schools…).I alongwith five of my friends initiated our reverberating passage to the dreamland of technology.From the Kharagpur railway station,my IITian friend (core member of “KSHITIJ”) accompanied to IIT through their bus aongwith other students (and now the apprehension of IIT took its toll on me).Some minutes after, our eyes glanced through the imperative stature & serene atmosphere of none other than
INDIAN INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY
KHARAGPUR
These were inscripted silver words at the imperious entrance,absolutely majestic & stunning.IIT Kharagpur was an amalgamation of Tech & MBA students,huge buildings with mindblowing architecture,departments with almost everything,a Museum & a horrifying prison built by the Britishers,parks,canteens,restaurants,hospital & cinema hall,clean & huge roads with an array of never ending streetlights,flower gardens,Police chowki,Hostels & Colonies alongwith Professor Quarters ,a small but optimum tech market and above all, the Library of IIT is the the largest Tech Library in Asia(it is a four-storeyed building with architecture…).The auditorums were well equipped & stunning.Specially their classrooms were like our own Keshari Halls with spacious galleries with Projector,LCDs & huge speakers.The restaurants there served delicious food.There was a Kendriya Vidyalaya,huge indoor & outdoor playfields for Cricket,Basketball,Tennis,Football,Hockey,Badminton,Atheletics etc.Anything treat to was their buildings especially “TAKSHSHILA”,a huge building of more than 1000 computers & its designed in such a way that mobile networks fail helplessly inside it.
We all registered at the “KSHITIJ” arena & accomodations were given to us.It was already midnight.It was a huge campus where may be 100 to 150 ITER would get in.The architecture conveys an absolute command as an overbearing & dictatorial person.
MOST INSPIRING PART :To look at the main building where the giant silver inscription of “INDIAN INSTITUTE OF TECHNOLOGY” was placed on its top (with a tagline “Dedicated to the service of the nation” ) which was supreme & peremptory enough to brighten up the fire within you to read in IIT & nowhere else & there was an absolute depressing feeling thinking myself to be an ITERian & not an IITian & made me remember those days when gossiping,playing,roaming,sleeping,gluing to TV replaced the very hated studies.Only one thing ringed at my ears -“TIME WASTE IS LIFE WASTE”.Well, in IIT there are many things to get inspiration than things to get you depressed.Perhaps it is the case of every outsider who tend to believe living in IIT for three days that “World is divided into two arenas-one for IITians & other for those “who wished if they were IITians”.As always, everyone was glad to see any damsel at IIT.But in IIT, the boy to girl ratio is usually around 600:32 or 600:19 or something invariably close.Some of my friends were referring the the IITians(girls) as “TECHNOMOTHER”
MOST DIFFICULT PART: Walking.It is huge campus of more than 1200 acres.To walk from the “KSHITIJ” arena to our Hall Of Residence(I mean their Hostels where for the time being we were given accomodation).Everyday we had to walk some 8 to 15 kilometres.To ride a bicycle is definitely a big thing there as every IITian used to ride a bicycle.Riding vehicles is not permissible.But yes, Rickshaws were plentily available.Meanwhile my friends went from Kharagpur to Kolkata & that was a bit setback for me.
All the Hall Of Residences(HR) were named after freedom fighters like Lala Lajpat Rai HR,Meghnad Saha HR,Vallabhbhai Patel HR etc.The Ladies Hostel was christened as Sarojini Naidu HR.Life at IIT was tremendously cool & everyone will feel the air of independence & freshness.The IITians used to read,play,roam or do something in their Labs,fields or Libraries till late in the night.IIT is 24 hours open and alive for 365 days a year.Meanwhile I participated in Ateliar,Tech Quiz,Biz Quiz,B-plan,Snappit.The Workshop,Seminar,Conference by professors from foreign universities including MIT was awesome & resplendent.There were participation from OEC,NIT,UCE Burla,IGIT Sarang,COEB,KIIT from Orissa.
Anyways,“KSHITIJ” was truly spellbinding,thought provoking,captivating & entirely appealing,an appeal to rise against the tides & go across the horizon crossing the limit.One particular thing that was fascinating & amusing was the language of every IITians.They call it IIT Lingo, a language that appears new like Malayam or Telugu but it is actually a hitech & engrossing version of Hindi & English language.They tell for a girl-bandii,boy-bandaa,Professor-Prof,Calculator-Calci,Electronics Department-thok(thick heads of kharagpur),tension-load,Department change-dipcy & many many to follow ,this is only a 0.005% of their language.
“KSHITIJ” started on February 05, 2005.It was a three days celebration of Technology & Management.On the last night, prizes were distributed.A boy from IIT Kharagpur grabbed a brand new ‘Pulsar’ for receiving highest number of prizes. Yeah, one thing I forgot to tell you about the horrendous & awful sight of the Robotics competition where participants were handling complex Electronics circuit & Robots in such a manner that I was horrified by the majestic talents of the IITians & made me remember those days when designing circuits on the Breadboard in the Basic Electronics Lab was difficult even having the Circuit diagram in one hand.
After having dinner, we went out to go across every department of IIT with my IITian friend & his girlfriend(a sweet,short stature Bengali girl of Electronics branch of IIT Kharagpur).I was specially attracted by the splendour of mechanical department where every subjects were dedicated special Labs &the glimpse of the machines were terribly huge for my eyes to catch up.So we took some photos there.We came across Vinod Gupta School of Management (Vinod Gupta is an alumni of IIT who contributed crores to make this building exclusively for B-Tech students).
IIT Kharagpur was built in 1951 due to which some buildings are too old.We had some snaps between us & went back to our rooms.In the morning, we left for Bhuibaneswar with some contrasting & enlightening memories of IIT.Its true that I had a bit depression at not being an IITian but yes it inculcated within us loads of inspiration that taught us to learn from past, live in the present & invest (our mind, soul & energy) in the future.
Its not wrong that in IIT, I was not proud to be an ITERian but yes, arriving at my very own lovely college made me realize what I am & I was absolutely at ease to feel good & do good for my college.IIT gave me inspiration & made me thought provoking to realize that my past made me go through those horrifying moments & made me think about my times of failure but yes, my future gives enough impetus & incitement to make me broaden the horizon to cross the limits may be higher than IITians.IITians live in different world not due to their brains but because of their grit,determination & dedication which we sincerely miss.So,inculcating all these things within us right now by living in the very present to make our future shimmering,illustrious & flambuoyant so that we can proudly think about it when it becomes past……Many lines have been penned down but still my description of IIT goes on……& that simply justifies what IIT is.
My experience at
“KSHITIJ”
Annual Techno-Management Festival
IIT Kharagpur
ITER
“ 3 ½ YEARS DOWN THE LINE ”
SAIDUTTA BIBHU PRASAD BEHERA
ITER- This word barged into my ears when I was in my friend’s house in July 2002.His elder brother made me aware that he is getting admitted to a private engineering college named “ITER”. I was flabbergasted thinking why he is taking such a critical decision in haste and that too in a college which never ever found a place in any form of media be it newspapers, hoardings or ads. I was wondering what the hell he was doing?. Then I gave some tactless and callous remarks about “ITER” and advised him not to even think of getting into this crap college. After fleeting out of my 12th standard and going by my rank in JEE, I got a seat in mechanical branch of ITER as per counseling. But with the antagonism (about ITER) crossing my mind, I kicked away the seat without even giving a proper deliberation. I always thought I am made for IIT mechanical and no way for ITER mechanical. But after preparing (rather wasting) one year, I realized what for I was made. I did not leave any single stone unturned in wasting every single moment of the entire year. Then it came the turn of all entrance tests to unravel one by one which was horrendous and made me realize those moments which I ruined. Next to follow up was the inevitable and nerve-wracking counseling sessions. I was surrounded by pensive and grim opinions regarding various colleges which were almost same barring their names. But destiny will never let you go out of its clutches.
So, I landed up in ITER as per as pre-destination. At that juncture, I could not comprehend what sort of role reversal is it? (A stroke of bad luck or …). I was made to stand in a position which I despised a year before. With lots of apprehensions and hearsay, I decided to fancy my luck and give my future a ‘confused’ chance. My first hand impression of ITER was horrendous and made me panicky of where I was heading to. My first glimpse of ITER was nothing but two inefficient and inept buildings with infrastructure in poor light. Even our school was bigger. That made me aware of the present state of engineering prevalent in our state. No canteens, No playfields (including indoors), No sitting rooms…..just nothing. Nonetheless, ITER had substantial name in its field and the major contributor was none other than Prof. (Dr.) B.K Sarap Sir who was a complete authoritarian and stringent in nature. His stern and regimented attitude combined with his astounding persona is solely accountable for the heights that ITER has scaled. The day was
BPUT was big revelation and most talked about in those days which had endless list of conventions and protocols promising to be on the guidelines of NITs and IITs. The course structure and exam papers were worked on to an enhanced level. But no one was sure of the extent of implementation of rules laid down by BPUT. Some predicted it will go down the same line as
After wasting the entire summer vacation we geared ourselves to wear the gratifying and overweening badge of senior. In ITER something you cannot run away is the series of classes and sessionals going on in a rigorous and uncompromising regime hardly without a miss thereby making us tough and resilient. Second year was almost same with classes and classes and classes…we felt like we are still in school…..no fun n masti…hardly any Outdoor activities…life was monotonous, prosaic and stereotyped but still then we managed to get into the groove for some jollification and recreation which was the forte of ITERites. Our CGPA went down with every semester passing by but it no way proved to be an alarm for improving in the next. We started our semester with loads of promises of reading the entire semester thereby improving our CGPA. But…after all we sincerely believed ‘Promises are made to be broken’…
As expected, second year went off smoothly (but nevertheless boring) without any fuss or happening. We entered into the third year with an egotistical tag of ‘Super Senior’ and started making elaborate arrangement for an incredible and ripping ‘MechaMedjidie’, our welcome function which once again started the trend of intermingling with our juniors. It was a sensational day with stupendous dancing, remarkable singing,…and what not. We had a blast and rapport with our juniors was something we will never forget. I along with my friends and some juniors started the trend of technical festival ‘CHAKARVYUH’, a first of its kind in ITER that challenged every soul with innovative, pioneering and ground-breaking line up of events.
The following summer vacation was put to use by many as ‘campus recruitment’ was hanging over our heads. Meanwhile our seniors were grilled by different companies as we were grilled by our pedagogues in the third year. With each company passing by we could find certain amount of anguish, disconsolateness, wretchedness, dejection, gloominess…simultaneously euphoria, ecstasy, elation, jubilation…triumphed. With every passing day name and fame of ITER grew and so also our infrastructure. Still then our entire third year was as usual full of classes without any sessionals due to unavailability of requisite machinery and equipments which was someway frustrating especially for those who were aspiring for a core job. The inclination towards core sector was on the decline due to this. Nonetheless we were extremely fortunate to have being trained from our resourceful, inventive and intellectual faculty of our department especially our very lovable and endearing Professor P.K Kar Sir.
Time was flying fast and we could feel the wave of ‘campus recruitment’ drawing close…too close. The red letter day was
You hate it or love it, ITER has been victorious and booming despite having inefficient infrastructure and it boasts of students who are smart and hard workers known for astuteness and brainpower. Hopefully our juniors are resourceful and competent enough to carry the legacy miles ahead. In the meanwhile two new buildings, basketball court, centralized library have been constructed and is symbolic of our flourishing and affluent growth and escalation. Wherever we go from here but the images as well as reminiscences of Sarap Sir and his black dots, Hota Sir and his reverberating smile, our entire department and their cooperation…canteen…genesis…chakravyuh…will linger in our memory for years to come. As we say, you can take an ITERite out of ITER but not an ITER out of an ITERite. Anyways our 7th semester is 17 days far away….Mahindra and Mahindra 4 days away…and I am still into this article. Soon promises will flow but end up reaching nowhere as we sincerely believed ‘Promises….’ This is my story 3 ½ years down the line and hopefully my last contribution to the college magazine….completely unaware of another ½ …for the reason that where ITER is concerned, expect the unexpected…
MY EXPERIENCE
3 ½ years down the line
ITER
“ 3 ½ YEARS DOWN THE LINE ”
SAIDUTTA BIBHU PRASAD BEHERA
FINAL YEAR MECHANICAL ENGINEERING
ITER- This word barged into my ears when I was in my friend’s house in July 2002.His elder brother made me aware that he is getting admitted to a private engineering college named “ITER”. I was flabbergasted thinking why he is taking such a critical decision in haste and that too in a college which never ever found a place in any form of media be it newspapers, hoardings or ads. I was wondering what the hell he was doing?. Then I gave some tactless and callous remarks about “ITER” and advised him not to even think of getting into this crap college. After fleeting out of my 12th standard and going by my rank in JEE, I got a seat in mechanical branch of ITER as per counseling. But with the antagonism (about ITER) crossing my mind, I kicked away the seat without even giving a proper deliberation. I always thought I am made for IIT mechanical and no way for ITER mechanical. But after preparing (rather wasting) one year, I realized what for I was made. I did not leave any single stone unturned in wasting every single moment of the entire year. Then it came the turn of all entrance tests to unravel one by one which was horrendous and made me realize those moments which I ruined. Next to follow up was the inevitable and nerve-wracking counseling sessions. I was surrounded by pensive and grim opinions regarding various colleges which were almost same barring their names. But destiny will never let you go out of its clutches.
So, I landed up in ITER as per as pre-destination. At that juncture, I could not comprehend what sort of role reversal is it? (A stroke of bad luck or …). I was made to stand in a position which I despised a year before. With lots of apprehensions and hearsay, I decided to fancy my luck and give my future a ‘confused’ chance. My first hand impression of ITER was horrendous and made me panicky of where I was heading to. My first glimpse of ITER was nothing but two inefficient and inept buildings with infrastructure in poor light. Even our school was bigger. That made me aware of the present state of engineering prevalent in our state. No canteens, No playfields (including indoors), No sitting rooms…..just nothing. Nonetheless, ITER had substantial name in its field and the major contributor was none other than Prof. (Dr.) B.K Sarap Sir who was a complete authoritarian and stringent in nature. His stern and regimented attitude combined with his astounding persona is solely accountable for the heights that ITER has scaled. The day was
BPUT was big revelation and most talked about in those days which had endless list of conventions and protocols promising to be on the guidelines of NITs and IITs. The course structure and exam papers were worked on to an enhanced level. But no one was sure of the extent of implementation of rules laid down by BPUT. Some predicted it will go down the same line as
After wasting the entire summer vacation we geared ourselves to wear the gratifying and overweening badge of senior. In ITER something you cannot run away is the series of classes and sessionals going on in a rigorous and uncompromising regime hardly without a miss thereby making us tough and resilient. Second year was almost same with classes and classes and classes…we felt like we are still in school…..no fun n masti…hardly any Outdoor activities…life was monotonous, prosaic and stereotyped but still then we managed to get into the groove for some jollification and recreation which was the forte of ITERites. Our CGPA went down with every semester passing by but it no way proved to be an alarm for improving in the next. We started our semester with loads of promises of reading the entire semester thereby improving our CGPA. But…after all we sincerely believed ‘Promises are made to be broken’…
As expected, second year went off smoothly (but nevertheless boring) without any fuss or happening. We entered into the third year with an egotistical tag of ‘Super Senior’ and started making elaborate arrangement for an incredible and ripping ‘MechaMedjidie’, our welcome function which once again started the trend of intermingling with our juniors. It was a sensational day with stupendous dancing, remarkable singing,…and what not. We had a blast and rapport with our juniors was something we will never forget. I along with my friends and some juniors started the trend of technical festival ‘CHAKARVYUH’, a first of its kind in ITER that challenged every soul with innovative, pioneering and ground-breaking line up of events.
The following summer vacation was put to use by many as ‘campus recruitment’ was hanging over our heads. Meanwhile our seniors were grilled by different companies as we were grilled by our pedagogues in the third year. With each company passing by we could find certain amount of anguish, disconsolateness, wretchedness, dejection, gloominess…simultaneously euphoria, ecstasy, elation, jubilation…triumphed. With every passing day name and fame of ITER grew and so also our infrastructure. Still then our entire third year was as usual full of classes without any sessionals due to unavailability of requisite machinery and equipments which was someway frustrating especially for those who were aspiring for a core job. The inclination towards core sector was on the decline due to this. Nonetheless we were extremely fortunate to have being trained from our resourceful, inventive and intellectual faculty of our department especially our very lovable and endearing Professor P.K Kar Sir.
Time was flying fast and we could feel the wave of ‘campus recruitment’ drawing close…too close. The red letter day was
You hate it or love it, ITER has been victorious and booming despite having inefficient infrastructure and it boasts of students who are smart and hard workers known for astuteness and brainpower. Hopefully our juniors are resourceful and competent enough to carry the legacy miles ahead. In the meanwhile two new buildings, basketball court, centralized library have been constructed and is symbolic of our flourishing and affluent growth and escalation. Wherever we go from here but the images as well as reminiscences of Sarap Sir and his black dots, Hota Sir and his reverberating smile, our entire department and their cooperation…canteen…genesis…chakravyuh…will linger in our memory for years to come. As we say, you can take an ITERite out of ITER but not an ITER out of an ITERite. Anyways our 7th semester is 17 days far away….Mahindra and Mahindra 4 days away…and I am still into this article. Soon promises will flow but end up reaching nowhere as we sincerely believed ‘Promises….’ This is my story 3 ½ years down the line and hopefully my last contribution to the college magazine….completely unaware of another ½ …for the reason that where ITER is concerned, expect the unexpected…
MY EXPERIENCE
3 ½ years down the line
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