We like to believe that our Computer Science and Engineering batch is the best batch this college has seen in a decade, not only in academics but in every field. CSE batch 2009 can claim to have, seen and won it all. We have won all prizes which were there in robotics at the IIT Kharagpur fest, two Santosh trophy medals, innumerable coding quizzes, football tournaments – you name it and we’ve been there done that. Wherever the students of our batch went, it seemed that they were on a date with Success.
What you’ve got till now is that our batch is a storehouse of diverse talents. Talent as you know is always discovered – it is unearthed. And this is the process that we have been involved in for the past four years. It is a transition so drastic that it has had a profound influence on our personalities and the way we think. Nevertheless, there are students who still managed to keep their talents concealed despite our efforts of constantly bringing them up.
Some of our classmates from the South who didn’t even know Hindi are bonds in speaking the same now. Those who did not even know how to handle a laptop have become the best coders in Orissa, winning several prizes at national level competitions. Time and again, we disproved Prof. R.N. Mukherjee’s college life graph. We have an amazing football team, awesome Table Tennis players, cricket connoisseurs, basketball wizards; and many of them discovered their talents in college itself.
On September 7th,2005 when we first set foot in the city of temples, most of us had no idea what engineering was all about. Most of us became engineers just because we were good enough to be engineers, some were genuinely interested and others just came here for a laptop. Some of our friends who came through AIEEE got their first shock when they heard about the sky scraper like fee structure. But somewhere we were at the same level- confused people oblivious to what we would be learning in college.
To keep the spirit of studenthood alive, we had groups. Just like Karan Johar had an affinity to the letter K, our batch had a affinity with the letter L. The letter L was named, renamed and manifested in various unmentionable forms. And we have kept the spirit of the letter L alive. In our dictionary, there is plenty of room for politics, and the word “group” always has an ‘L’ preceding it. We fought often, ranging from decent verbal abuse fights to close wrestling matches – primarily due to three reasons – girls,alcohol and ego. Many couples owe their relationship to a black eye or a knee scar.
Coming to relationships, it seems that our batchmates finally found out the answer to the perennial question –“ Why engineering?” – and the answer was unanimous- Love. We discovered that an engineering college was a place where love could truly blossom. Be it at the lab, in the beautiful shrubs of KIIT’s dense lawns or over the phone – love was always in the air. Some did it out of desperation, some did it out of sheer curiosity and some( a very lucky group of people) out of true love. We brought a third dimension to it as well. Some noticed that the GPAs of some students increased drastically after they were committed. So they followed suit.
The first major event which we had to handle was the Class Representative election or the CR election. We had 4 CRs in all. Kunal Mishra was the CR of CS1. Krypton could well had been his middle name as he had all the characteristics of the gas – chilled out and inert. He was an outsourcing person and outsourced most of his work to CR no. 2 – Mayuri Kothari. Mayuri was the two in one CR – and was always helpful in mass bunks and exam cancellations. Vivekanand was the Tata Nano CR of CS-2 as he was born out of dispute but weathered the storm. Shayari De Sarkar of CS2 was a born CR. Need we say more?
Our class was a class of characters. We had people who had 100% attendance come what may, we had people who had 0% attention come what may. In a class where lectures (yeah that’s what they are called) were a rarity in itself, we somehow managed to produce 60 nine pointers in a semester. Our worth was not only visible on paper but in practice as well. We discovered the art of storing answers in mobile phones, hacking into the Linux servers to get net access in the morning, and extracting results out of the university server before they were published. Lakshya here deserves a special mention as this was a temple of knowledge for many.Some of them loved the place so much that they joined there to spread gyan.
We evolved with time. Xerox notes were soon replaced with e notes and soon people forgot their own handwriting. The once revered laptops lost their importance. Some of us discovered the wonders of smoking, drinking and getting high. Our class soon became the class of planners. We did a lot if planning – a CSE picnic for example but such projects never got implemented due to non alliance of all the political parties. Our diplomatic skills were constantly on the rise as we had witnessed two sine-dies which taught us the beautiful intricacies of student politics. The girls of our class headed a morcha in protest against the silent atrocities committed on them by our college in the form of dress code and stringent entry timings. We truly salute such a sporty and mod spirit of womanhood.
Our faculty was an eclectic mix of chaos and charisma, knowledge and no-ledge and funny and wannabe funny professors. Some really gave us a tough time while others had the usual chilled out approach towards the students. The most awesome person in our department was our HOD, Prof. M.N.Das. He was a man who had empathy for the students. We feel he was one of the few professors who knew what it was to be a college student. With him, we always knew that we had a safe guardian of the department. He could be funny and serious at the same time. Had he not been there half of our class wouldn’t have reached the eighth semester.
While looking back at the last four years at our alma mater, which has done so much towards shaping our careers and lives, we take a moment to relish the past.We easily count these years among such a glorious bunch of people as the best years of our lives. So as we bid adieu to this super-talented, super- amazing batch of youngsters looking to get a grip on life, we wish them the very best of love, luck and life.
What you’ve got till now is that our batch is a storehouse of diverse talents. Talent as you know is always discovered – it is unearthed. And this is the process that we have been involved in for the past four years. It is a transition so drastic that it has had a profound influence on our personalities and the way we think. Nevertheless, there are students who still managed to keep their talents concealed despite our efforts of constantly bringing them up.
Some of our classmates from the South who didn’t even know Hindi are bonds in speaking the same now. Those who did not even know how to handle a laptop have become the best coders in Orissa, winning several prizes at national level competitions. Time and again, we disproved Prof. R.N. Mukherjee’s college life graph. We have an amazing football team, awesome Table Tennis players, cricket connoisseurs, basketball wizards; and many of them discovered their talents in college itself.
On September 7th,2005 when we first set foot in the city of temples, most of us had no idea what engineering was all about. Most of us became engineers just because we were good enough to be engineers, some were genuinely interested and others just came here for a laptop. Some of our friends who came through AIEEE got their first shock when they heard about the sky scraper like fee structure. But somewhere we were at the same level- confused people oblivious to what we would be learning in college.
To keep the spirit of studenthood alive, we had groups. Just like Karan Johar had an affinity to the letter K, our batch had a affinity with the letter L. The letter L was named, renamed and manifested in various unmentionable forms. And we have kept the spirit of the letter L alive. In our dictionary, there is plenty of room for politics, and the word “group” always has an ‘L’ preceding it. We fought often, ranging from decent verbal abuse fights to close wrestling matches – primarily due to three reasons – girls,alcohol and ego. Many couples owe their relationship to a black eye or a knee scar.
Coming to relationships, it seems that our batchmates finally found out the answer to the perennial question –“ Why engineering?” – and the answer was unanimous- Love. We discovered that an engineering college was a place where love could truly blossom. Be it at the lab, in the beautiful shrubs of KIIT’s dense lawns or over the phone – love was always in the air. Some did it out of desperation, some did it out of sheer curiosity and some( a very lucky group of people) out of true love. We brought a third dimension to it as well. Some noticed that the GPAs of some students increased drastically after they were committed. So they followed suit.
The first major event which we had to handle was the Class Representative election or the CR election. We had 4 CRs in all. Kunal Mishra was the CR of CS1. Krypton could well had been his middle name as he had all the characteristics of the gas – chilled out and inert. He was an outsourcing person and outsourced most of his work to CR no. 2 – Mayuri Kothari. Mayuri was the two in one CR – and was always helpful in mass bunks and exam cancellations. Vivekanand was the Tata Nano CR of CS-2 as he was born out of dispute but weathered the storm. Shayari De Sarkar of CS2 was a born CR. Need we say more?
Our class was a class of characters. We had people who had 100% attendance come what may, we had people who had 0% attention come what may. In a class where lectures (yeah that’s what they are called) were a rarity in itself, we somehow managed to produce 60 nine pointers in a semester. Our worth was not only visible on paper but in practice as well. We discovered the art of storing answers in mobile phones, hacking into the Linux servers to get net access in the morning, and extracting results out of the university server before they were published. Lakshya here deserves a special mention as this was a temple of knowledge for many.Some of them loved the place so much that they joined there to spread gyan.
We evolved with time. Xerox notes were soon replaced with e notes and soon people forgot their own handwriting. The once revered laptops lost their importance. Some of us discovered the wonders of smoking, drinking and getting high. Our class soon became the class of planners. We did a lot if planning – a CSE picnic for example but such projects never got implemented due to non alliance of all the political parties. Our diplomatic skills were constantly on the rise as we had witnessed two sine-dies which taught us the beautiful intricacies of student politics. The girls of our class headed a morcha in protest against the silent atrocities committed on them by our college in the form of dress code and stringent entry timings. We truly salute such a sporty and mod spirit of womanhood.
Our faculty was an eclectic mix of chaos and charisma, knowledge and no-ledge and funny and wannabe funny professors. Some really gave us a tough time while others had the usual chilled out approach towards the students. The most awesome person in our department was our HOD, Prof. M.N.Das. He was a man who had empathy for the students. We feel he was one of the few professors who knew what it was to be a college student. With him, we always knew that we had a safe guardian of the department. He could be funny and serious at the same time. Had he not been there half of our class wouldn’t have reached the eighth semester.
While looking back at the last four years at our alma mater, which has done so much towards shaping our careers and lives, we take a moment to relish the past.We easily count these years among such a glorious bunch of people as the best years of our lives. So as we bid adieu to this super-talented, super- amazing batch of youngsters looking to get a grip on life, we wish them the very best of love, luck and life.
