Newsletter 2006

THE IIT

NEWSLETTERVolume II

HoliFACE

Painting

PLACEMENT Pg 2

ALCHERINGA ‘06 Pg 6

INTER IIT Pg 10

march ‘06

a The IITG Newsletter2

For Mohan Rajasekhar, it was a dream come true. Never interested in placements, he stepped into the interview room to find Schlumberg-er with open hands. Presto!!! Now he’s right up there, with a job, and ready to quit all other obligations for the same. This fact merely reinstates the splendor, which this placement ses-sion carried along all through the way. For a batch, which doubled its strength, it’s no less than a surprise that many of them have two jobs in their hand already. The apprehen-sions were shot out right from the word “Go”, and with 50 companies already hitting the shore and some more to come; the problem of plen-ty has risen. There is no “painting it rosy” sort of a situation, the statistics tell them all. The average salary of the CSE students is hovering around 5.5 lakhs , for ECE it’s a whopping 4.4 lakhs. For Mechanical, Civil and Chemical it ranges from a healthy 3.3 to 3.5 lakhs*. Fortunately, the situation seems to have improved by the day. The total numbers of companies expected this year are around 70, a new record in itself. For the CSE postgraduates, the session was no less than a dream. A quote by their representative: “We thank the placement cell, we find all our dream companies out here this year”. A maxim of the companies which hit this year were in relation to a software background, nevertheless their healthy packages made them acceptable to all the undergradu-ates. In addition, for those opting for Core companies, well they too have come along in bits and piec-es. At the end of the day, with the placement session a bit relaxed as compared to 21/12, we could sit

back and relish the way things have progressed so far. A general atmosphere of glee lin-gers around all the time, and so are those satisfied with their jobs. A look at the companies that touched the shores strengthens the above statement. Google, Microsoft, Or-acle, Schlumberger, Trilogy, etc. were the bigwigs in the arena this time around. Companies such as Manhattan Associates, Techspan, Onmobile Systems, Evalueserve, and Qwest belonged to a genre that paid well and had a recruitment spree around. IBM broke all re-cords, when they ended up recruit-ing 45 students. No wonder, the placement cell has stood up to its expectation. The occasional numbers do exist, who haven’t been placed until date, but the effort continues. The ultimate aim of the placement cell is to place all the students who have regis-tered, and it has been striving hard for the same. At the end of the day, almost 90% of the undergraduates have been placed with an improved performance from other specializa-tions too. .................................................On behalf of the student commu-nity, I wish to thank Dr. Ratnajit Bhattacharjee, or RB Sir as we all call him fondly, the faculty incharge of T&P for his wondrous dedica-tion in helping us all fetch the best possible placements. Not to forget the support staff, Mr.J.Barman and Mr.S.Das, who worked 24x7 for the placements during the peak of the session and were instrumental in the overall co-ordination of all the activities.........................................................*And please do remember, the above statistics were devoid of the presence of Schlumberger!!!!

Placement Scenario 2005-06

Nakul Singh Shekhawat Vice-President Aditya Bhandari Cultural Secretary Balasubramanyam Sports Secretay Sudhendu Azad Technical Secretaryw Bunzen Deka Barua Hostel Affairs Secretary

Gymkhana Council 2006-07

Technical Board

Sports Board

Cultural Board Saurabh Kasturia Padmini P. Varun Chaudhury Atif Jamil Ravi Shankar Rajinder Arora Manish Gupta Arpit Garg

Vineet Chaudary Vadiraja D.N. Rohit Raj Naveen Tanwar Sunil Reddy Kunduru Uma Maheshwar Vattikut M.Nelson Shikhar Sachan Richa Singh Udit Singh Kshitiz Singh Abhishek Shekhawat

Deepankar Garg Sudip Chakraborty Adhikar Marwaha Sushil Kumar

Source: Election Committee


Mess! , what comes to your mind when you hear that word? Guess many of you’ll picture a pathetic place with morbid hatred and a growing feeling of famish. Food being one of our primary needs, ‘We eat to live’-is the ba-sic definition. So can there be any compromise possible? No, soul searching is required to answer that, just visit the near-to-home eat-ing joints. The quality of food served here can be termed unhealthy, barely satisfies nutritional requirements, is marked bland as per vox-populi, and it comes with accessories too! Those who are often complaining for non-veg. being served just once a week need not be tensed,their meals are marked by frequent ap-pearances of non-vegetative crea-tures, one being an interesting find

ing of a lousy cockroach in some-body’s lunch. Previous year, Siang residents had a reason to smile, not only were they getting their regular dose but for once they got an overdose of mineral content in their food. They were unscrupulously served nails and bolts (yes, the ones available in hardware shops.) in their chicken curry! Leave alone cockroaches,

leave alone Siang, but you can’t deny the popularly-popping-protein supplements...bits and fragments of hair, all possible forms available- wispy, springy, curly, straight, long, or short. This is about what we regularly see, but what about the cleanliness inside the mess, hygiene of mess workers, raw materials used and the methods of preparation. Who is to blame for all this, the cockroach, or the mess-workers, the mess-manager (who gets away penalised marginally), or our elect-ed representatives? Administra-tion (that once posed the following question to a students’ representa-tive: “…Who are you a C.M. or the P.M. to penalize the mess contrac-tors…”)? Or people like you and me, who consider the mess utensils a take-away?

A Lot of Mess

This article has been written to make people and the concerned au-thorities aware of the irregularities in the administration during July-November semester last year. Since there were many of them, it was impossible to summarize all of the same in the dimensions of this page. So, tighten your seat belts and take a roller-coaster ride through ‘some’ of the major problems faced by us. To begin with, let us focus at the beginning of the year where the hot topic was the issue of ‘branch change’. Many laws were flouted and the authorities were caught saying ‘we know that the laws have been broken, but nothing can be done now’!! Such was their concern for the future of the students.No point voicing out Kameng once again, everyone is well aware of the

‘cookies crumbling’. Then, the identity cards of the ad-mitted students for new academic year? A tattered piece of paper with a photograph and ‘the’ stamp em-bellishing it! Is that a kind of wel-come a student would ’ve expected when he entered the foyers of a pre-mier institute in the country? Ask any first yearite and the first thing they want to complain about is their I-card. Walk ahead a bit and you shall find another appalling incidence. Although not of importance for many, but the ones to whom it mat-tered, this was more awful than the earlier ones! The issue: announcing the merit scholarship winners (the one based on YPI’s). The names of a deserving few were announced, followed by subsequent revelry at the hostels and back home. But,

that was not the end of the story, one week later a new list of “yet another deserving few” was posted and the previously ‘lucky’ second yearites got a shock of their lives. The response? It was the same, ‘we are sorry for the mistake’. Well, that’s not all, finally there was a problem with the grades of one of the subjects due to which the declaration of the SPI’s of the second year B.Tech. students was postponed by 3 weeks. The prob-lem: a major misunderstanding be-tween the course instructor and the administration. Now, half of the semester has al-ready gone by and it is unknown what lies in the store ahead. Do you still have hopes for something bet-ter?

(as observed by a second yearite).

Isn’t it Delicious...?

Administration Unmasked

ON CAMPUS


Yes.The role is indispensable.

Why do we always weigh the shortcomings over the deeds? , blame it on human nature. To reflect on the topic, one can easily see an exponential rise in the activities, strength and available resources as far as our students’ body is concerned which is duly satis-fying the principles laid for its foundation. Many a times we tend to overlook the contribution of the Gymkhana towards development of the stu-dents’ community over the years.The Gymkhana has played a major part in imbibing the culture of sports and activities into the students, and most importantly bringing us all together as a single unit, one single voice for similar aspirations and during common tribulations. Loads of activities like Manthan, Spirit etc. and worth mentionable festival-celebrations, Dance-parties, and a plethora of small scale cultural, literary and sports events keep the enthusiasm burn-ing. The Post bearers perform optimally, provided severe constraints to their acting-powers along with their hectic schedules. Given the magnitude of the festivals, Gymkhana also works in close association with Alcheringa and Techniche teams, often funding at critical junctures, although these don’t come di-rectly under it’s authority. It’s open, the secys are also just students like us who have stood up for their fellow mates and are trying to manage time out of the gruelling academic sched-ules, while we just sit around and cry aloud for dis-crepancies. We must admit that the people involved in Gymkhana are doing a selfless service to the com-munity by taking this voluntary headache. Yes, there may be one or two who don’t perform adequately, but to put the blame on Gymkhana as a whole is un-reasonable. The Gymkhana is not given sufficient powers to make bold decisions, by the constitution makers of our institution. Now asking them to bend the rules to favor us would be highly inappropriate as they can’t put their career into jeopardy.So instead of just criticizing them, we should get in league with them and channelize the collective ef-forts in an efficient manner.

No. It is good for nothing.

This question will not be difficult for anyone who has a slightest hint of what is (not) happening in the college. The Gymkhana “Show” starts and ends just with the high profile elections, where usually the ‘yaari-dosti’ rocks. Thereafter no one cares whatev-er happens. Apart from just a handful of secys who work willingly, no post bearer is seen in proximity of the main drama, or is even worried to look back at his manifesto. It is our state of pity that only a small amount of funds allocated for the Gymkhana activi-ties are utilized. Rest has to be then pooled for either Techniche or Alcheringa.. or for no better, has to go unutilized. The rule should be clear, perform or perish. Those who are not performing should be pressurized to re-sign followed by the mid term polls. At the end of the day the desires of the students remain either unfulfilled or are below the expecta-tions. Post Bearers are, many a times, too cautious about their own rapport with the administration, which coupled with the innate laziness and the “lack of time and resources” creates a lousy picture. Here, an important question needs to be answered- Why contest the elections if you can’t live up to the ex-pectations? If they say that they “don’t have any power and can’t do anything without the admin’s nod, then why not come up with some feasible alternatives and keep the momentum going rather than doing nothing? In the end, the amount of work you’ve done counts, not your manifesto or clamor of helplessness. Living up to the expectations (along with self-maintenance in this harsh regime), besides boosting self-confidence, will also raise you in the eyes of the community. But would they do so? Let’s face it, the Gymkhana is losing face and is just left as a bunch of people who at the end of the day want a few more lines in their C.V. No point attacking the present Council as the ero-sion began as soon as the foundation was laid. Some serious thinking is required regarding the future course of the Gymkhana which for over the years, is turning into a non-functioning junk.

Has the Gymkhana been able to achieve the goals for which it was founded?


While God was creating the earth, the stars, the moon, the living be-ings, He was kind enough to create a supernal beauty of unique pos-sessions for me. He mapped out a creature angelic in her beauty and profound in accomplishments, a creature with immense love for all His creations. He started with hairs rich in color and long and soft as velvet to touch. Next he placed the eyes full of emo-tions and sharp and deep enough to carry anyone in. Rosy lips that would melt the iciest of hearts and together with curves on the cheeks, when turned up into a smile would tick anyone’s heart. He carved her face so beautiful that one would do anything than to see any displeasure showing on it. He gave her a voice gentle enough to win anyone’s heart and along with the hands and arms though soft but strong and compas-sionate enough to hold one in the weakest situations. Then He did something very provi-dential that all would be thankful to. He placed a heart in her, a heart full of love and understanding for every one. Then He sculpted the rest and with such the uttermost perfection that He was Himself astounded on looking at it. To His credit, He gifted her to the world. And adding to the miracle she turned and lit my heart and soul. And I am indeed waiting for that love, that unequalled moment, when she would honor me with the love of an angel. Yes, that’s how He created my perfect girl, my love, my life…

Amit PrasadB.Tech 4rth year, ME

This contains baseless TruthsNo remark is directed to no oneThis data is highly manipulated

Lot’s of things floating in the air,I just overheard I swear

Why a new hostel started totteringWhy even now mess not starting Why foreign placements stoppedWhy finance companies barredBy the one dictator, is everyone

scared?Why the buildings unfurnished,

Why not A.C startingWhy the Profs are leaving

Someone said facilities not proper here

Who am I to ask, dare?I just overheard I swear

Why lots of clubs not workingWhy Environment so polluted

Why No publication to date dear For sports I don’t care

Come on GSec do somethingBut maybe I am in a stroke of beer

I just overheard I swearAtlanta Olympics, one medal did

nation proudBut hold on, Inter IIT is no Atlanta

So don’t be proud, weep aloudMeet you again, insane am I

I do no reason, for me mind is no near

I don’t know anything dearI just overheard I swear.

Love is sweet,Love is blind,

Love is a treasure,No wonder it’s hard to find.

There is no map,There is no route,

There is justA deep desire,

To find the one,That I would admire.

I look at herWhen I close my eyes,

Gazing at meShe looks so pretty,She looks so bliss,Only god knows,

What I’d give for a kiss.But alas I don’t know why,I don’t have the courage,

Why am I so shy?

What if she thinksThat I am just a goon,

What if she thinksThat I look like a baboon,

This thought scares me to death,And I am left panting for breath.

But still hope is aliveThat someday, I‘ll be hers

And she’ll be mine.When the bells will ringAnd the wind will blow,

And rain gods would come downBlessing us both.

And then finally I wake up,With her still in my thoughts.

Eyes half open and hair messed up,But now I have to rush,Cause it’s already nine,But my quest continuesTo find her who will be

My valentine.

Priyank JainB.Tech 4rth year, CSE

My Perfect Girl

Gossip Column

Quest for love

OFF RECORD


The very word that evokes pletho-ra of images, swarming in crowds, turbulent youth, mind boggling competitions, glorious defeats, electrifying moments, scrumptious appetizers, mesmerizing music, and the unfulfilled instincts. Yes! It is Alcheringa, no more an event, since its ten years of inception has grown to the status of a festival. The first edition of this yearly car-nival was materialized at engineers building panbazar with a handful of participation and a meager budget of just Rs.20000. Today it is a sig-net of north eastern youth, a brand that sells, that shoots the adrenalin up and is a platform for talents to perform. As the even semester begins, prep-arations start to get momentum. Whole lot of activities unfolds. IIT Guwahati and surroundings are suddenly jammed with motion. Students let loose the reins of their senses and wholeheartedly partici-pate in organization, publicity, and bringing sponsors. Alcheringa post-ers throng every nook and corner of city, bustling markets, hot spots, running buses, college boards, con-sequently it becomes the hot-topic of discussion. This annual confluence was inau-gurated on 1730 hrs of 2nd February, in the ‘pandal’ erected outside the newly built sports-complex, and the show was wide open till 5th Febru-ary midnight. The event began with the ‘Rock-O-Phonix’ prelims held on the opening night where nearly 20 rock-bands from Guwahati, Kol-kata, Ranchi, Shillong and various other places performed. It was a psychedelic-night full heavy metal, dizzying lights and passionate head-banging. Day two (3rd Feb.) featured

‘Shades’- the series of fine arts events consisting of Mehandi de-signs, sketching, bandana painting, rangoli, collage making, T-shirt painting and clay modeling contest. The day also saw the events like ‘Electric-heels’, where the Bhawa-nipur college team from Kolkata stole the show with their brilliant performance, next to them was the team from Cotton college which presented a beautiful piece of As-samese folk dance. Then followed ‘Rhyme me this’ where once again the Bhawanipur college team raised the claims to invincibility by enacting the story of a handicapped girl including the heart-winning ‘puppets’, this also saw a flop show by the team from Allahabad Institute of Agriculture Science, which misunderstood the event and presented a hilarious mu-sical-spoof of Bollywood pieces. The event ‘Ji mantra Ji’, a novel and intricate innovation where our beloved ‘Bharwal’ (A.k.a Vaib-hav Aggarwal, Class of 2005) was amongst the participants. The Day also saw the sporadic crowd-pull-ing appearances of the ‘Informals’ and ‘Crush’ where ravishing dam-sels and handsome hunk poured their hearts in open. Those were the places where insanity ruled and daredevilry paid rich dividends, and yes amid all these many had their share of luck too! ‘Saaz’- the classical Indian mu-sic show, Pt. Partha Bhattacha-rya, swayed the gathering with the eclectic melodies played on flute and shehnai. The serene ambience - draped in beauty and elegant sim-plicity - matched the sophistication of the legends on stage. The day came to an end with the ‘Fourth year nite’ where even a chill

Alcheringa-2006


in the air couldn’t thaw the senti-ments of audiences. Day three (4th Feb) began on a musical note with the ‘Antakshari’- where ‘Gera’ of Sharara fame an-chored the stage; followed by the ‘Screenplay’, possibly the most innovative of Alcheringa’s con-tests, Screenplay raises the bar way above traditional drama, who can forget the scintillating performance by none other than Shashikant Nayak. It saw people turning out in huge numbers to cherish the per-formances. ‘Mind wars’- mastering others’ moves, just in a single line “Doctor won and Nainwal rocked”. All throughout the day events like ‘Crush’, ‘Gold-Rush’, ‘Groove’ kept the young-guns ‘busy’. There was room for some serious stuff too, ‘Word-sworth’ came up as a series grueling events in debat-ing, quizzes and extempore, held in the senate hall. Then was the time for one of the most prized event, The finale of ‘Rock-o-Phonix’, where bands like ‘Hobos’, ‘Anti-zen’, ‘Native Rules’ performed of which the ‘Native Rules’- a band formed by class 12th guys emerged victorious. The night began with the rock show featuring ‘Prestorika’- a five piece rock outfit from New Delhi, which became the first ‘Rock idol’ in 2004. Crazy adults and crazier still teenagers were drowned in the wild and overwhelming reverbera-tion of strings and beats. Local Gu-wahati crowd attended the event in large numbers. Third and the final day came with a bang, loads of stuff packed all in a day. The day’s cry was: IITians not allowed, which brought a frown on lots of expectant faces. The entry in many of the events was restricted,

to name a few ‘Hot-Couture’, ‘Mr. & Ms. Alcheringa’ and KVIC fash-ion show. These events were teem-ing with well sculpted males and gorgeous females scorching the ramp with the display of utmost confidence and inimitable talent. No one would be able to forget the captivating ramp-walk by star-eyed Gunjan, Ms. Alcheringa’06. While all this was buzzing on the grounds of Alcheringa, our guests for the night were playing cricket in the guest-house grounds, Rules: No photographs allowed! Now, the Grand Finale- Crescen-do, The Strings (above cricketers!) were to fire the night. A crowd of

nearly 5000 came to watch them perform live. As soon as “… uski zulfein khuli to laga yeh humein…” stampede “…

aaye, aaye, aaye…”, and what we saw was “The Great IITG Unity” resurfacing itself at the optimum conditions. A large chunk of dar-ing IITGians rushed to the gate, to prevent any major catastrophe from occurring. Everyone was hand-in-hand, trying to control the crowd amidst the stones being pelted from outside. In such situations anyone could’ve been injured, but this was the last thing on their mind, so was the desire to watch the show “…Ghata chhaye chhaye chhaye…”. The only thing bothering all of us was our reputation at stake along with safety of the guests and the IIT fraternity. As an ending note, Alcheringa 2006 was a picture of myriad emo-tions, entertaining moments, action packed performances, and thrilling situations. As is said “All’s well that ends well”, but for us we have Alcher-inga 2007 down the line.

Dreams Revisited

[ ]MASTIHUNGAMA


As I drove my car across the bridge the speedometer showed 60km/hr, and a rickety and rusted board speeding past my car directed right, to Sarai-ghat, 5kms ahead. I steered rightwards oblivious of the internal instinct that compelled me to come to Guwahati from my easy life in California, promptly. Just three days ago there was an invitation letter lying on my table, for convening some ceremony in a college, and despite of my hectic schedule, here I am today. The cli-mate was as expected, oppressively sticky and sultry. On the way, there were flocks of grazing goats, paddy fields, and myriad flora. A river of a gigantic spread, blue hills blinded by an equal sun. A picture where all the elements of the nature were in bounty. Let me introduce myself, I’m Anubhav Joshi, Ex-CEO of a for-tune500 co., septuagenarian. I have a beautiful wife, and two kids -al-ready settled. Finally I arrived in front of a huge gate with strong entrenched rectan-gular pillars made of peach colored marble tiles and on the top was in-scribed in bold golden letters ‘In-dian Institute of Technology, Gu-wahati’. Inwards was the boulevard embanked by fully blossomed gul-mohur trees. The rosy rays of the setting sun added to the beauty of the scene. I stood there still, there was a sudden convulsion of emo-tions that made me feel uncomfort-able. I was ahead of time so in-stead of heading straight to the guesthouse(where I was awaited), I parked my car and felt an impulse to explore this place on foot. I turned towards the right, the direction to-wards a shopping complex housing

a Barista in it and was teeming with life. Me and my cup of espresso then decided to trudge the road that lay ahead. I sauntered through, as an innocuous entity in this 750 acres of green -which is home to more than 5000 students, 700 fac-ulty members and a huge staff - liv-ing every moment to its fullest. Then I reached the notorious “Gole Junction” mostly known for nu-merous nights of numerous youths centered at it, convened by it. I sat there to pay tribute to this eminent place, For there were many stories woven around it, it had been a nice resort, and bore witness to gen-erations ageing by. Gaping into the

mesmerizing picture that lay ahead, a beautiful trio of buildings, admin-cc-audi (as we used to call it during our time) stood as the oasis of light in the obscurities of night. Spread of the lake, shimmering, it’s arms open to the moon-lit sky, vividly reflecting every bit of it .Behind the pine-groves stood the same old subansiri -the heartthrob of the lads and besides it was another hostel, sarita, as the invitation letter told me. Intake of the fairer sex to IIT probably had increased, maybe they have finally learnt to use brain(My wife is still the same). My watch registered this beauti-ful moment as 8:30 pm. I still had twenty minutes. I could either walk down to the guest house (where people are waiting to receive me) or have a look at the hostel complex, for my insides were kicking me for it. The better was decided and to get a better glimpse of hostels, I headed

straight. Wayside there were splen-did things adorning my path. The aroma of newly blossomed flow-ers imparted an enchanting touch to the scenario. Vaguely I could count 14 hostels each one superior than the other in terms of design, archi-tecture and style. The best hostel, near khoka-market end, which I could count had 6 floors, 2 eleva-tors doing their rounds, and had fly-ing -bird like roof, A board of Ne-scafe besides it, shedding light on sprawling green-ground, or a park I must say. Amidst the herd of hos-tels stood kapili which had been rendered obsolete by others, but still had a special place in my heart as the place where I had spent four years of my life. There was a sweet pain in my heart. My old days were reviving, yearning to get into those young pants again. The buried youth in-side me rejuvenated, which made me energetic and compelled me to go for more. It was already 9:00 PM and I decided to ‘bunk’ my din-ner at the guest house and went to admin-canteen, the place which we used to throng. Although the food was the same as before, but with more fast-food options. They too had started accepting dollars, huh! 2049A.D it is. Mass-bunking it was, I felt sorry for the guys there at the guest-house. I traversed the ‘Alcher’ grounds, felt helpless against my impulsive instincts, and before I could realise I was walking up the audi. As I was ascending its stairs the security guard showed his appre-hensions, but my pleading eyes and receding-white-hairline answered him. He let the doors open. I stood there, alone, for what seemed like

Down the Memory Lane

[ ]WIDEANGLE

FICTION


an eternity, soaking every bit of a sudden surge of thoughts. Laying ahead of me was an amphitheater, with only source of light in this sea of darkness focussed on the lone podium standing on the center-stage. Me and the light, separated by darkness and a million thoughts. I could hear familiar voices of my parents, fussing about getting my convocation dress right. I was in the center of commotion, my batch-mates running amok trying to make the best of them. Satisfied parents, profs in a convivial mood sharing jokes they wouldn’t have tolerated otherwise. I could feel the moist-ness left by my mother on my cheek, when my name was called out by the chief-guest. I saw my-self in the sea of friends, all looked really happy, full of energy, confi-dence and a bubbling enthusiasm to take on the world. I could see us ob-serving silence for Mihir, our friend who would be 20 always… in our memories. I could see Prashanth running towards me with his Prez-gold medal. I could see my gang of friends popping up breezer bottles. I could see Debasish convincing Sunaina to marry him. I could see everyone dancing, dancing like never before. I could see the pain of parting in eyes. I could see myself, with 220 others, wearing a similar outfit, holding a similar piece of pa-per -’The Degree’, having the same smile, facing blinding flashes of cameras...blinding...for I find myself stand-ing on the center-stage podium, blinding for I can’t see anything but myself trying to fill the void of the auditorium. Hallucinations aren’t good for my age. A tear trickles down my wrinkled face. Dabbing it with my handkerchief, I remind myself... to-morrow is gonna be another such day.

The Upcoming Auditorium

The Famous Gole Junction

The Lake near the Auditorium

The site of Main Gate

FICTION


CITIUS, ALTIUS, FORTIUSSome excerpts from the daily di-ary of a member of the IIT-G con-tingent at 41st Inter-IIT Sports meet 2005:

8th Dec: The train is moving at full speed, so are the expectations and nerves. As a contingent of 96, we escaped today from heavy train-ing sessions and lazy evenings of IIT-G to be a part in IIT Roorkee. Everyone, though confined to their berths were soaring high in spirits unmoved by the huge expectations and unpleasantly cold weather. Ex-citement was rocketing sky-high. Everyone was ready to face the mu-sic and in mind, had some issues to square-off.

9th Dec: Shivering with cold I am trying to put together some thoughts. Unbelievingly true, but yes here we are on the land of Thomasonians (A.k.a IIT Roorkee).

We arrived here from Delhi, picked up by the Thomasonian hospitality. Taking a 3hr uncomfortable-bus-journey....finally here we were . Not feeling like resting, we spent a few moments absorbing in the captivat-ing scene that lay ahead of us: A grand ensemble of the most viable breeds of homo-sapiens (people call them the IITians), on the sprawling lawns of the Roorkee campus.

10th & 11th Dec: We utilized these two days to acquaint ourselves with the climate. Teams were play-ing friendly games. It was pleasant to meet some of my friends from other places and getting along with new people. These friendly mo-ments were also thawed by bits-&-pieces of rivalry and competition, but this is what sports is all about, play to win.

12th Dec: Thus began the testing times. Being considered minnows, we had nothing to lose,… No, not the case with us, we’ll play to win against all odds, whatever may happen. Proving this in spirit, our March Past Team showed an ex-ceptional display in the inaugura-tion ceremony presided by Shri Kapil Dev, and bagged third posi-tion coming behind just Roorkee and Delhi. Our bubbling enthusi-asm was churned hot!...

16th Dec: As I look back the past week, loads of luck wished by peo-ple back home pound hard in my

head, but the luck ordained for us was coveted by others. Today the meet came to an end. It’s really ex-cruciating to end on a losing note. We improved upon our past perfor-mance. The time was even heavier upon us as many of our team-mem-ber left early, not attending the final day’s closing ceremony. With every action comes equal and opposite criticism, we have to learn from every word of it rather than being bogged down. En route to success, we are bound to face obstacles and set-backs, but we should overcome them by redoubling vigor and with the greatest of effort.

“Kites rise against the wind and not with it”

INTER IIT


As all of us are aware, one can’t have success on a platter. It is our own self-confidence, faith, deter-mination, perseverance and will to deliver success. This is the bottom line of Ms. Monabili Basumatary’s achievement, who claimed the sole medal bagged by IIT Guwahati’s contingent at 41st Inter IIT Sports meet held at IIT Roorkee.

Ms. Monabili participated in vari-ous track and field events. Bogged down by a few controversial deci-sions, she made it to the medal tally by clinching a bronze in long jump event with a figure of 3.85 m, and managed a fourth place in 200m tracks. This achievement came in wake of the fact that IIT Guwahati, as of yet, neither has a proper track for practicing nor a regular coach. She was one of the 96 participants from IIT Guwahati contingent which came back with none but one medal. Thank you Monabili, IIT Guwahati is proud of you.

Volleyball IIT Guwahati b IIT Madras 3-0Lawn Tennis IIT Kharagpur b IIT Guwahati 3-2Hockey IIT Delhi b IIT Guwahati 5-0Football IIT Roorkee b IIT Guwahati 4-0Table Tennis(women) IIT Bombay b IIT Guwahati 3-2

Basketball IIT Delhi b IIT Guwahati 70-34Volleyball IIT Kanpur b IIT Guwahati 3-1Cricket IIT Bombay b IIT Guwahati 3 wicketsBadminton IIT Madras b IIT Guwahati 3-0Badminton(women) IIT Kanpur b IIT Guwahati 2-0Long Jump(women) IIT Guwahati(3rd position) 3.85 mtrs

Hockey IIT Roorkee b IIT Guwahati 2-0Table Tennis IIT Delhi b IIT Guwahati 3-1Lawn Tennis IIT Guwahati b IIT Delhi 3-2Football IIT kanpur b IIT Guwahati 1-0Badminton IIT Kanpur b IIT Guwahati 3-0Badminton(women) IIT Guwahati b IIT Madras 3-1

Basketball IIT Kharagpur b IIT Guwahati 64-39Cricket IIT Roorkee b IIT Guwahati by 30 runsHockey IIT Madras b IIT Guwahati 2-1Table Tennis IIT Kanpur b IIT Guwahati 3-2Lawn Tennis IIT Madras b IIT Guwahati 3-0Football IIT Bombay b IIT Guwahati 2-0Badminton(women) IIT Guwahati b IIT Delhi walk overTable Tennis(women) IIT Roorkee b IIT Guwahati 3-0

Voleyball(semi-final) IIT Kharagpur b IIT Guwahati 3-0Match for 3rd position IIT Kanpur b IIT Guwahati 3-0Track heat(women)200m IIT Guwahati(qualify) 2nd

1st Day, 12th Dec.

2nd Day, 13th Dec.

3rd Day, 14th Dec.

4th Day, 15th Dec.

5th Day, 16th Dec.

Results ...at a glance

[ ]SOLITARY REAPER

The flag has been passed on. This time it has arrived in the land of mys-tique Brahmaputra, for the first time in 42 yrs of the history of The Games. This December will bear witness to a congregation of spirited sportsmen from all IITs. We hope the advantage of performing on the home soil will enthuse further confidence in our players and we wish them to come out with flying colours.

Best of Luck

Passing On...

INTER IIT


Ques: What in your opinion can be the role of a news letter, in an insti-tute like IITG?Ans. In one word HUGE. In fact we have had newsletters in the past also, but they were all sporadic, one time affairs.

Ques: What are your thoughts on having a newsletter?Ans. IITG is a place with no tradi-tion, reasons are many. What binds all the IITGians then? Practically speaking apart from Manthan there is hardly anything going on in the campus that can set the creativity rolling. Even the studs website was a spectacular failure because we had no blogging culture etc. and ev-ery IITGian was always but a world in himself/his own group. A news-

letter can change all that, a creative minority can always spur a lazing majority into some kind of a unique culture, without which college is just a B&W 2-D congregation.

Ques: There were many facilities missing while you were here. Do you wish to mention one such facil-ity or event you always wanted to enjoy or be a part of, during your college life?Ans. I always had this feeling that though we were all adults, the stu-dents were always treated as if they were kids. More freedom and equal voice perhaps, this prepares one for the real world. If you are looking for a more material answer: I’d say an air-conditioned auditorium. It gives you a different kick watching the F1-GP (or footer world-cup) on a giant screen.

Ques: Any grievances you want to share about IITG?Ans. He! He! He! I guess I have al-ready stated more than one above. Let me put it once more: lack of en-couragement to students to be self-suffi cient.

Ques: Suppose you are once again given a chance to join any of the IITs or rather any college, would you like to do Engg/Design/MSc from IITG?Ans. Honest answer: I would pre-fer to be at IITG any day. It is the sole claimant to any credit I may get in any of my endeavors. Usual rhetoric apart, it felt like a home. It had a personal, human touch. And however much I may have cursed the institute it was the place where I met some of the classiest and varied people. I have doubts if all of that could replicate in another place.

Ques: Anything to say to your ju-niors?Ans. Do keep contact with us, in-forming about the present direction IITG is going in. This alumnus is a black hole, ever hungry for more and more information from the campus.

-Varun Garde

Class of 2004Mechanical Engg, Deptt.

Currently working with Techspan

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... the g team ... If you are interested to be a part of ‘The G Team’.If you wish to do something noteworthy for your college.If you want to express your inner self.If you feel you can give ‘G’ a new dimension.

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