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Here is the flip side to the life at an IIT from a fellow blogger...

Check out the source blog: http://sidhupanda.wordpress.com

After almost 3 years of engineering, we’ve learnt absolutely nothing out of the crap. Here’s my summarization of engineering life, particularly IIT life.

What our parents expect.

1. Being an IITian, we’re some of the most enlightened beings in India(read the world!).
2. We’re the pioneer of the future researchers.
3. All we’re supposed to do after getting into an IIT, is study.
4. And we’ve to actually study to get a job outta here.
5. The professors are like Gods.

The tennis story: Inter IIT sports meet

Right since the age of 5, I knew what I had to do. Pick up a sport, and screw it. It was not all that complex. Hard work, dedication, talent and a couple more possessions, blended together to perfection. Anyways, skipping the immaterial part of what happened in the next 13 yrs, let’s talk straight. At present, I’m 18, a national level tennis player, and a 1^st year student at IIT Roorkee.

IIT? Well, even I can’t make out how exactly have things unfolded for me, but certainly all is well. I thought my tennis would die down once I stepped in IITR, but I was forced to reconsider my thoughts after experiencing the level of sports at this place.

Last year, the 47^th edition of the Inter IIT Sports Meet, the most prestigious event of its kind, was held at IIT Kharagpur in December 2011. The preparations for it started right after the 46^th one. Literally! For the new comers, selections fired up vigorously, scrutinising anyone and everyone, to get the best of the best. It took 4 months of thorough examination, along with a camp conducted exclusively for the probable students, before our fate was decided. Thank God, I was in.

IIT Roorkee: My experiences, sans academics

2244. “THE” number!! That’s what I call it. The number that altered my life. The number that transported me from the astounding, storming city of Bangalore, where I was residing happily, to a small town named Roorkee. The number, which snatched me away from my terrific life in the city, from my dear parents, from my lovely friends, and a couple of thousand more things (well, some private of course), to the gloomy hostel life. Sad huh?

Those were my thoughts in the beginning ... which have changed with time. Six months down the line, I am here alright. In Roorkee. Telling you all this! Why so? Because of that number! 2244. The number that changed my life. But only for good.