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The quality of a university is measured more by the kind of student it turns out than the kind it takes in. If this is parameter of measuring my career development in ITBHU, I am both amused and amazed. The reason for amazement is mine area of interest. It had changed dramatically from past. I had stumbled across Brand named I.I.T. after passing 10+2 exams. I consider myself good in Physics, Chemistry and Maths with lot of positive attitude. Then,I patronize only two things: Movies and challenging questions in P.C.M. (Physics, Chemistry and Maths). Today, I remember PCM as percentage male character. Thats the ugly but naked part of me. I learned a valuable lesson now at the verge of graduation. If you are good in P.C.M., then it is not necessary that you will definitely succeed in engineering career. The reason of amusement is the impact of university and friends on my personal development. There is such flow of knowledge available in the college that is beyond imagination. Even though...

I have become Mechanical Engineer!! Today,  Roll no. 20040603 proclaim the independence of himself from Mechanical Engineering Department. I have become free. I am free from clutches of Mechanical Engineering Department. I am free from bondage of teachers, grades (Not Applicable for me), department and university. The joy is not on surface. It is deep within the soul. A calm relaxation is filling my soul. It feels like a dream after rigorous tussle of me vs department from 3 years. Endless circle of Attendance, Labs, Classes and Exams are over. For 4 years, I was tortured by this perfect system (Super strong on papers) and now I am the distinguished alumni of 2008 Batch. I have crossed the Baitarani river of Mech. Eng. @ ITBHU. For naives, Baitarani river is South Gate of hell for the sinners who suffer the worst tortures in the river that holds 'boiling hot blood and flesh. For no dues ,only few administrative loopholes are to be filled. All the B.Tech. and B.T.P. viva is...

My first poetry was a innocent smile, While learning to stand beside my mother's lap. Capturing scattered beauty of nature in my soul, Lost in transition were mine early days. Romancing Keats and whispering Shelley, That was my teen ,yesterday. Quoting Wilde & murmuring Dylan A poet was nourishing in me day by day. I am not a poet of the fall or spring, Neither pursuit a big achiever's dream. Just wanna be happy man with the shirts, This will be me as a poem down the years.

"Think big, think fast, think ahead. Ideas are no one's monopoly". "Caste restricts opportunity. Restricted opportunity constricts ability. Constricted ability further restricts opportunity. Where caste prevails, opportunity and ability are restricted to ever-narrowing circles of the people". "A film is never really any good unless the camera is an eye in the head of a poet." "Thinking should become your capital asset, no matter whatever ups and downs you come across in your life." "Thinking is progress. Non-thinking is stagnation of the individual, organisation and the country. Thinking leads to action. Knowledge without action is useless and irrelevant. Knowledge with action, converts adversity into prosperity." "Most people are other people. Their thoughts are someone else's opinions, their lives a mimicry, their passions a quotation."