{"id":14688,"date":"2016-09-15T23:32:47","date_gmt":"2016-09-15T18:02:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/internshala.com\/blog\/?p=14688"},"modified":"2016-09-22T10:36:11","modified_gmt":"2016-09-22T05:06:11","slug":"experience-at-iit-bombay-renata-from-nit-durgapur","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/internshala.com\/blog\/experience-at-iit-bombay-renata-from-nit-durgapur\/","title":{"rendered":"Experience at IIT Bombay &#8211; Renata from NIT, Durgapur"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span data-sheets-value=\"{&quot;1&quot;:2,&quot;2&quot;:&quot;Two years of college in a so called premier engineering institute of India had left me mentally more frustrated than satisfied, just the opposite to what I had expected. Being a diligent student, I begged from one cabin to another, approaching professors in my college for an undergraduate research project such that I can take the first step of my dream of becoming a Professor. But all my efforts went in vain. I had no work. I did not know where to start or rather how to start. I started doubting myself. I thought, maybe I do not have the potential in me. Just when I was thinking that my dreams would remain a dream, I would sit idle at home with a high CGPA, just when I was on the verge of leaving all hopes and preparing myself for a depressing summer as that in 2015, a Facebook message popped up one evening at the end of March 2016.\\n\\n\\u201cAre you ECE topper? Will you apply for this scholarship?\\u201d It said. The message was sent by some Sayan Sarkar. I stalked him on Facebook and realized that I did not know him though he was my senior at college. Being annoyed by his intervention for approaching me as a topper when I was jobless despite being one, I had once thought of not replying him. But I managed to reply him with a mere \\u201cokay\\u201d. But then his next question has made me probably what I am today. \\u201cHow many projects have you done till date?\\u201d Now, this was my weak point and he managed to attack that. Without even thinking who he was, I had simply blabbered out to him about how jobless I was and about all failures I had received in the past two months by mailing professors for a summer project. I was so ignorant, that I had even sent him my CV without even realizing it had my phone number there. Such vulnerable was I. He would get access to my number. Obviously, he contacted me over WhatsApp. After looking through my CV and mail write up, all he said was there were enough reasons for my joblessness. All my approach was wrong throughout the last two months. Though at that time my semester vivas were on, my thirst for work forced me to listen to him and change my CV and my mail write up at that night. Following his instructions I had re-mailed a few professors from Jadavpur University and BESU at that night itself. By next afternoon, I had received a reply from a JU professor stating I could work under his supervision in his lab at the university. My happiness knew no bounds. Mr. Sarkar was the first to know about it. Then I realized how wrong I was in my approach. But another question just could not keep me still. Why was an unknown guy in my college helping me? Why did he approach me at all? I got the answer the next day when I met him for the first time in the library. He rechecked my CV, laughed mockingly at my previous mail write-ups but had introduced the concept of foreign internships which I could apply a few months ahead but at the end proposed me stating he fell in love from the day he saw me clad in a red saree on Saraswati Puja. The wound from my previous break-up had not healed yet and this person wanted to propose me not in traditional manner but with a General Electric Edison Challenge diary (signifying excellence to him) which he had earned at a Nationwide Innovation contest a few months back, with the words \\u201cCome to my world\\u201d. I obviously rejected him thinking it to be those usual proposals that all male seniors bestow upon their female juniors. I thought he was just trying me. In the meantime, he got placed at COAL INDIA limited, after previously getting rejected from 14 companies, and I was the first person who came to know about this but unfortunately I could not get the idea why he was so happy at an early stage of that day\\u2019s conversation! But our contact strengthened over frequent talks over projects and research ideas. In the meantime, I came to know that he had six IEEE paper till date (not kidding!) and the number is increasing. Probably I am the first girl at the age of 19 who enjoyed studying sliding mode control (a very hard topic of control engineering, taught only at Ph.D level) on a romantic evening (date) by the pond side! He got an invitation for Kalpana 2016 for a nationwide innovation challenge, organized by Tata Centre IIT Bombay and urged me to participate in this. I along with my only two friends at college started working for this \\ncompetition. One day, the library was closed due to Bengali New Year; but we three managed to complete our work at the Junction Mall food court, Durgapur. Such was our dedication. Sayan da Also helped me a lot in this area by downloading some important papers and journals. I fell ill with sore throat and could not stay awake for a major part of the day. Yet I managed submission of the first round of project as well as my semester exams. While our semester was still on, results said that we had qualified among the top 200 teams for the second round of Kalpana 2016. With a summer project offer at Jadavpur University and Kalpana 2016 second round to be wrapped up, I started my two months summer break. It was then that I realized that I am starting a summer which I had only dreamt of but never thought it would be possible. A 9-day trip to Nainital-Jim Corbett National Park was just an icing on the cake.\\n\\nSummer started while thinking of an idea to be submitted in the second round of Kalpana 2016. The idea originated when I and Anish, my best friend, worked an entire summer afternoon. After submitting the idea, without any hope to qualify among the top 10 teams in the final round, I left for Nainital with my family and a family friend of mine, where I was totally bored because of only visits to temples caved within the Kumaon Himalayas, though the scenic beauty mesmerized me enough. Just when I was expressing my grudge over the tour organizer for organizing only visits to land of temples- Kaushani and Almora, the Jim Corbett thing happened. An open jeep ferrying 7 of us entered the forest one afternoon. As we penetrated deeper into the forests the feel of the winds gushing through my cheeks, that tempting feel that we are overlooking so many wild eyes even though they might not overlook us, at every turn our jeep took through the forest roads, the rustling of the leaves gave me goosebumps at the thought that those might me caused by a tiger in the adjacent bushes. Good fate seemed to be with us as we got a glimpse of a tiger and two big herds of elephants while traversing the forest on the very first day itself. One herd even managed to chase our jeep probably because we were clicking pictures of them with our camera-flash on. There, we resided in a forest bungalow which had no electricity. All it had was solar power supply that supported only a 10 watt lamp per room. Mysterious shadows fell upon us through the windows and we shivered throughout the night devoid a good satisfactory sleep at the thought of a tiger entering our residential compound by climbing a tree. We had no phone tower inside the jungle. Being an Electronics and Communication engineer under construction, I had thought it would be difficult to stay out of touch. But unexpectedly, I enjoyed this temporary isolation from the world within the world. While traversing through the jungle, one thing became evident. Everyone who were taking a safari, were in constant search of the sight of a tiger. One morning while we were taking a safari, our guide pointed us the footprint of a tiger. It signified that the path which we were taking into the jungle had a tiger walking on it just the night before. With the thought that he might still be there and might emerge from a nearby bush anytime, we checked and cross-checked the forest. I wondered over a weird thing throughout this safari. We are afraid of the tiger, afraid that it will attack us. But just for one sight of the tiger we paid the forest authorities some thousand bucks. Not only us, there were many others. Does that mean man loves to get afraid? With many such questions in mind along with a suitcase of thrilling feels of being chased by a wild elephant and the sight of an open tiger a few feets away, finally with an inspiring meet with one of my father\\u2019s childhood friend at Delhi who is the head of National Institute of Disaster Management, I ended my trip.\\n\\nOn returning to Kolkata, I checked my mail. Out of 49 useless mails over the last 9 days, one such mail said congratulations! I had qualified for the second round of the IET scholarship (The so called scholarship! from where this story had started). I enrolled for the exam that had to be followed, selected an exam slot of my choice. In the mean time, Mr. Sarkar endowed me with the contest of GE Unimpossible Missions: The University Edition. Along with this I had my JU project on the run. I had my time divided for everything or in other words tried to master the art of management. Luck did not favour \\nme in the IET exam as power cut occurred during the slot I chose for the exam. There started my fight. I fought the scorching sun one summer afternoon to my sister\\u2019s house which also had a power cut but she had an inverter. I had to give the exam for 1.5 hours. And I did give the exam braving the disturbances at my sister\\u2019s place. I had worked day and night along with my JU project for developing an idea for the GE contest. My idea started with just 2 paragraphs. But with another extra week of Mr. Sarkar\\u2019s help and extensive research efforts, I submitted an idea of 5 pages which is technically a brilliant masterpiece, praised by some eminent writer in this field before submission. Though my chances of getting selected are nil due to the international level competition there, I still owe a lot to this project. I had learnt a lot from it and gained connection with many seniors. Unknowingly, I had started socializing. This was a thing I had lacked since my childhood. Though I did not qualify for the next round of IET, I did not feel sad. I realized I was growing up. I fretted no longer over little issues. I accepted my success as well as my failures with equal grace.\\n\\nOn 25th May 2016, a milestone event happened in my life. It was the day when Mr. Sarkar would visit our house for the first time to help me over with my projects. He entered my house with good news. My team as well as his team had qualified among the top 10 teams of Kalpana 2016. We would have to go to IIT Bombay one month after for the final round. Together. Train tickets were booked then and there. Thus we started our preparations for IIT Bombay. It was on that day too that I had accepted that GE diary from Mr. Sarkar, our relationship had a kick start and unknowingly I became his didimoni (Teacher!). For two weeks I had to work on Kalpana 2016, GE project as well as on JU project all at the same time. Do not recall how many nights I had spent staying awake preparing for them. When we were happy that we would be going to Bombay together, participating together, travelling together, bad luck struck us. Sayan da would have to join his job on a day intersecting the event. He tried hard to attend the event as well as join his job but things just did not fall into place. My team would have to travel to Bombay all alone. I thought the last nail in the coffin of my Kalpana dreams was hit when one of my team mates backed out for a weird reason just one week before the journey. But all thanks to my parents and constant support from Mr. Sarkar that I was given the permission to go to Bombay with Anish. That one week, when I and Anish stayed up till 4 at night discussing our presentation over Skype as well as expressing our thrill of travelling to IIT Bombay, will remain etched in my memories throughout my life. Both of us could not sleep due to excitement. With that feeling of travelling to an unknown place for the first time that too with my best friend, the urge to see the unknown to see the unseen, the commitment to fulfill Mr. Sarkar\\u2019s half-finished dream of reaching Kalpana 2016 as a finalist, I and Anish set out for IIT Bombay on a Bombay tour plan chalked out by Mr. Sarkar.\\n\\nBefore the train left Howrah station, Mr. Sarkar told us \\u201cComrade, jhanda hilne mat dena, Go and conquer\\u201d My conscious mind told me it was not possible to win at a national level. My fear was proved correct when we were provided with a canvas (bigger in size than me) for portraying our idea instead of an art paper which we had predicted of. With no prior experience towards handling a canvas and acrylic colours, I and Anish had set off to work. We worked in an efficient manner making all calculations about the symmetry of our poster. After working for 15 hours straight we completed the poster at 1:30 in the night. Though Mr. Sarkar had made my unfinished poster as his WhatsApp DP and constantly supported us over phone stating that our poster was very good and he had high hopes for us, I still wasn\\u2019t satisfied. I was disheartened by the art works of the other teams. They were an artist\\u2019s masterpiece and ours was just as if it was a child\\u2019s work. The next day was our presentation. With no hope left to win a prize, with Anish constantly nagging as to why I do not accept him as my boyfriend, the thought of not presenting had once crossed my mind. But just 15 minutes \\nbefore the start of the presentation, I called Mr. Sarkar. That call meant a lot to me. It was a call of a lifetime. His words helped me gain the lost strength and started to fight again. I was flawless at the presentation. We tackled every question with great defense leaving the judge panel speechless at times with our proposals. All thanks to my team\\u2019s great understanding and mentorship cause we managed to make up when the other was short of words. The rest is history. We were declared Runner\\u2019s Up in the event and awarded a cash prize of 25000 rupees. Those words from Gayathri ma\\u2019am of Tata Centre- \\u201cThe Runner\\u2019s Up is from National Institute of Technology, Durgapur, Team Touple, Renata Saha and Anish Pradhan\\u2026\\u201d- I am ready to time travel to the past to once again hear those golden words. The first person who got to know about our success was Mr. Sarkar. Probably, it was he who had actually understood what I went through and what the success meant to me. Everything seemed to fall in place. All sleepless nights seemed worthy to us. Though we went to Bombay for a purpose, we still managed to roam about the city. From Marine Drive to Gateway of India to Bandra to Hiranandini- we left out nothing. With this I returned home with so many memories to be told to my next generation under the head \\u201cBombay Diaries\\u201d.\\n\\nI had only one week time to wrap up my JU project and present it to my professor. Without taking any kind of rest or even any kind of celebration for my success, I managed to work hard to present my work of the entire summer to sir. Sir liked my presentation and I had to submit a hardcopy of my project. I received a certificate or in other words, the professor\\u2019s recommendation letter which would further enrich my CV. This summer my roommates at college ditched me, though the reason yet is not clear.\\n\\nThis summer I saw relationships finish, friendships end. But at the same time I saw new relationships rise from ashes. I sacrificed my sleep the entire summer and pressed myself ahead and a little ahead of what I am capable of doing. I sacrificed meeting my childhood friends such that I could read one extra paper, clear one extra doubt I had developed. Most importantly I started dreaming again. All credit goes to that person in my life who proved the proverb-\\u201cLife is not a bed of roses\\u201d- to me. His life and his company taught me some bitter truths of life that I will nurture throughout my life. What people had told me earlier, he showed me. Over the past three months, my life changed, family and friends betrayed me, I lost trust on mankind, I changed. But one thing remained constant. Mr. Sarkar.\\n&quot;}\" data-sheets-userformat=\"{&quot;2&quot;:513,&quot;3&quot;:{&quot;1&quot;:0},&quot;12&quot;:0}\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" class=\"aligncenter size-full wp-image-14689\" src=\"https:\/\/internshala.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/Internship-at-Jadavpur-University-Renata-Saha-from-NIT-Durgapur.jpg\" alt=\"Internship at Jadavpur University - Renata Saha from NIT, Durgapur\" width=\"459\" height=\"283\" srcset=\"https:\/\/internshala.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/Internship-at-Jadavpur-University-Renata-Saha-from-NIT-Durgapur.jpg 459w, https:\/\/internshala.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/Internship-at-Jadavpur-University-Renata-Saha-from-NIT-Durgapur-332x205.jpg 332w, https:\/\/internshala.com\/blog\/wp-content\/uploads\/2016\/09\/Internship-at-Jadavpur-University-Renata-Saha-from-NIT-Durgapur-268x164.jpg 268w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 459px) 100vw, 459px\" \/><em><strong>About the Author:<\/strong> Renata Saha, a B. Tech student from National Institute of Technology, Durgapur, takes us through her inspirational journey that led her to IIT Bombay.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Even after being a diligent student from a premier engineering institute of India, I was mentally frustrated. I approached professors for an undergraduate research project so that I could take the first step towards my dream of becoming a Professor, but ut all my efforts went in vain. I had no work and started doubting myself. Just when I was on the verge of giving up, a Facebook message popped up on my computer screen. \u201cAre you the ECE topper? Would you like to apply for a scholarship?\u201d the message was sent by Sayan Sarkar, my senior at college. His next question was regarding the number of projects I had undertaken. Now, this was my weak point. Our conversation continued, with me telling him all about my joblessness and failures. He offered to have a look at my CV and guide me. He pointed out how I had been using the wrong approach all along. Though at that time I was preparing for my semester exams, my thirst for work pushed me to take his advice and work on my CV the same night.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">Meanwhile, Sayan got an invitation for<em> Kalpana 2016,\u00a0<\/em>a nationwide innovation and fabrication competition organized by Tata Centre for Technology and Design (TCTD). He urged me to submit my entry for the same. I, along with two of my college friends, started working for the competition. For the first round, we worked on an &#8220;easily rechargeable advanced digital Sphygmomanometer&#8221;, a solution for heart-attack related deaths due to abnormal blood-pressure. While our semester was still on, the results were declared. We had qualified among the top 200 teams for the second round. We started working on the idea during our summer break. While working together, Anish (my partner) and I identified a probable healthcare problem in the coming 10 years and provided a futuristic approach to support the existing healthcare system by designing a multipurpose health parameter monitoring chair with an e-diagnostic feature within a medical booth with or without movable feature using wearable electronics based on various biopotential signals. Without any hope to qualify among the top 10 teams for the final round, we submitted our idea.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span data-sheets-value=\"{&quot;1&quot;:2,&quot;2&quot;:&quot;Two years of college in a so called premier engineering institute of India had left me mentally more frustrated than satisfied, just the opposite to what I had expected. Being a diligent student, I begged from one cabin to another, approaching professors in my college for an undergraduate research project such that I can take the first step of my dream of becoming a Professor. But all my efforts went in vain. I had no work. I did not know where to start or rather how to start. I started doubting myself. I thought, maybe I do not have the potential in me. Just when I was thinking that my dreams would remain a dream, I would sit idle at home with a high CGPA, just when I was on the verge of leaving all hopes and preparing myself for a depressing summer as that in 2015, a Facebook message popped up one evening at the end of March 2016.\\n\\n\\u201cAre you ECE topper? Will you apply for this scholarship?\\u201d It said. The message was sent by some Sayan Sarkar. I stalked him on Facebook and realized that I did not know him though he was my senior at college. Being annoyed by his intervention for approaching me as a topper when I was jobless despite being one, I had once thought of not replying him. But I managed to reply him with a mere \\u201cokay\\u201d. But then his next question has made me probably what I am today. \\u201cHow many projects have you done till date?\\u201d Now, this was my weak point and he managed to attack that. Without even thinking who he was, I had simply blabbered out to him about how jobless I was and about all failures I had received in the past two months by mailing professors for a summer project. I was so ignorant, that I had even sent him my CV without even realizing it had my phone number there. Such vulnerable was I. He would get access to my number. Obviously, he contacted me over WhatsApp. After looking through my CV and mail write up, all he said was there were enough reasons for my joblessness. All my approach was wrong throughout the last two months. Though at that time my semester vivas were on, my thirst for work forced me to listen to him and change my CV and my mail write up at that night. Following his instructions I had re-mailed a few professors from Jadavpur University and BESU at that night itself. By next afternoon, I had received a reply from a JU professor stating I could work under his supervision in his lab at the university. My happiness knew no bounds. Mr. Sarkar was the first to know about it. Then I realized how wrong I was in my approach. But another question just could not keep me still. Why was an unknown guy in my college helping me? Why did he approach me at all? I got the answer the next day when I met him for the first time in the library. He rechecked my CV, laughed mockingly at my previous mail write-ups but had introduced the concept of foreign internships which I could apply a few months ahead but at the end proposed me stating he fell in love from the day he saw me clad in a red saree on Saraswati Puja. The wound from my previous break-up had not healed yet and this person wanted to propose me not in traditional manner but with a General Electric Edison Challenge diary (signifying excellence to him) which he had earned at a Nationwide Innovation contest a few months back, with the words \\u201cCome to my world\\u201d. I obviously rejected him thinking it to be those usual proposals that all male seniors bestow upon their female juniors. I thought he was just trying me. In the meantime, he got placed at COAL INDIA limited, after previously getting rejected from 14 companies, and I was the first person who came to know about this but unfortunately I could not get the idea why he was so happy at an early stage of that day\\u2019s conversation! But our contact strengthened over frequent talks over projects and research ideas. In the meantime, I came to know that he had six IEEE paper till date (not kidding!) and the number is increasing. Probably I am the first girl at the age of 19 who enjoyed studying sliding mode control (a very hard topic of control engineering, taught only at Ph.D level) on a romantic evening (date) by the pond side! He got an invitation for Kalpana 2016 for a nationwide innovation challenge, organized by Tata Centre IIT Bombay and urged me to participate in this. I along with my only two friends at college started working for this \\ncompetition. One day, the library was closed due to Bengali New Year; but we three managed to complete our work at the Junction Mall food court, Durgapur. Such was our dedication. Sayan da Also helped me a lot in this area by downloading some important papers and journals. I fell ill with sore throat and could not stay awake for a major part of the day. Yet I managed submission of the first round of project as well as my semester exams. While our semester was still on, results said that we had qualified among the top 200 teams for the second round of Kalpana 2016. With a summer project offer at Jadavpur University and Kalpana 2016 second round to be wrapped up, I started my two months summer break. It was then that I realized that I am starting a summer which I had only dreamt of but never thought it would be possible. A 9-day trip to Nainital-Jim Corbett National Park was just an icing on the cake.\\n\\nSummer started while thinking of an idea to be submitted in the second round of Kalpana 2016. The idea originated when I and Anish, my best friend, worked an entire summer afternoon. After submitting the idea, without any hope to qualify among the top 10 teams in the final round, I left for Nainital with my family and a family friend of mine, where I was totally bored because of only visits to temples caved within the Kumaon Himalayas, though the scenic beauty mesmerized me enough. Just when I was expressing my grudge over the tour organizer for organizing only visits to land of temples- Kaushani and Almora, the Jim Corbett thing happened. An open jeep ferrying 7 of us entered the forest one afternoon. As we penetrated deeper into the forests the feel of the winds gushing through my cheeks, that tempting feel that we are overlooking so many wild eyes even though they might not overlook us, at every turn our jeep took through the forest roads, the rustling of the leaves gave me goosebumps at the thought that those might me caused by a tiger in the adjacent bushes. Good fate seemed to be with us as we got a glimpse of a tiger and two big herds of elephants while traversing the forest on the very first day itself. One herd even managed to chase our jeep probably because we were clicking pictures of them with our camera-flash on. There, we resided in a forest bungalow which had no electricity. All it had was solar power supply that supported only a 10 watt lamp per room. Mysterious shadows fell upon us through the windows and we shivered throughout the night devoid a good satisfactory sleep at the thought of a tiger entering our residential compound by climbing a tree. We had no phone tower inside the jungle. Being an Electronics and Communication engineer under construction, I had thought it would be difficult to stay out of touch. But unexpectedly, I enjoyed this temporary isolation from the world within the world. While traversing through the jungle, one thing became evident. Everyone who were taking a safari, were in constant search of the sight of a tiger. One morning while we were taking a safari, our guide pointed us the footprint of a tiger. It signified that the path which we were taking into the jungle had a tiger walking on it just the night before. With the thought that he might still be there and might emerge from a nearby bush anytime, we checked and cross-checked the forest. I wondered over a weird thing throughout this safari. We are afraid of the tiger, afraid that it will attack us. But just for one sight of the tiger we paid the forest authorities some thousand bucks. Not only us, there were many others. Does that mean man loves to get afraid? With many such questions in mind along with a suitcase of thrilling feels of being chased by a wild elephant and the sight of an open tiger a few feets away, finally with an inspiring meet with one of my father\\u2019s childhood friend at Delhi who is the head of National Institute of Disaster Management, I ended my trip.\\n\\nOn returning to Kolkata, I checked my mail. Out of 49 useless mails over the last 9 days, one such mail said congratulations! I had qualified for the second round of the IET scholarship (The so called scholarship! from where this story had started). I enrolled for the exam that had to be followed, selected an exam slot of my choice. In the mean time, Mr. Sarkar endowed me with the contest of GE Unimpossible Missions: The University Edition. Along with this I had my JU project on the run. I had my time divided for everything or in other words tried to master the art of management. Luck did not favour \\nme in the IET exam as power cut occurred during the slot I chose for the exam. There started my fight. I fought the scorching sun one summer afternoon to my sister\\u2019s house which also had a power cut but she had an inverter. I had to give the exam for 1.5 hours. And I did give the exam braving the disturbances at my sister\\u2019s place. I had worked day and night along with my JU project for developing an idea for the GE contest. My idea started with just 2 paragraphs. But with another extra week of Mr. Sarkar\\u2019s help and extensive research efforts, I submitted an idea of 5 pages which is technically a brilliant masterpiece, praised by some eminent writer in this field before submission. Though my chances of getting selected are nil due to the international level competition there, I still owe a lot to this project. I had learnt a lot from it and gained connection with many seniors. Unknowingly, I had started socializing. This was a thing I had lacked since my childhood. Though I did not qualify for the next round of IET, I did not feel sad. I realized I was growing up. I fretted no longer over little issues. I accepted my success as well as my failures with equal grace.\\n\\nOn 25th May 2016, a milestone event happened in my life. It was the day when Mr. Sarkar would visit our house for the first time to help me over with my projects. He entered my house with good news. My team as well as his team had qualified among the top 10 teams of Kalpana 2016. We would have to go to IIT Bombay one month after for the final round. Together. Train tickets were booked then and there. Thus we started our preparations for IIT Bombay. It was on that day too that I had accepted that GE diary from Mr. Sarkar, our relationship had a kick start and unknowingly I became his didimoni (Teacher!). For two weeks I had to work on Kalpana 2016, GE project as well as on JU project all at the same time. Do not recall how many nights I had spent staying awake preparing for them. When we were happy that we would be going to Bombay together, participating together, travelling together, bad luck struck us. Sayan da would have to join his job on a day intersecting the event. He tried hard to attend the event as well as join his job but things just did not fall into place. My team would have to travel to Bombay all alone. I thought the last nail in the coffin of my Kalpana dreams was hit when one of my team mates backed out for a weird reason just one week before the journey. But all thanks to my parents and constant support from Mr. Sarkar that I was given the permission to go to Bombay with Anish. That one week, when I and Anish stayed up till 4 at night discussing our presentation over Skype as well as expressing our thrill of travelling to IIT Bombay, will remain etched in my memories throughout my life. Both of us could not sleep due to excitement. With that feeling of travelling to an unknown place for the first time that too with my best friend, the urge to see the unknown to see the unseen, the commitment to fulfill Mr. Sarkar\\u2019s half-finished dream of reaching Kalpana 2016 as a finalist, I and Anish set out for IIT Bombay on a Bombay tour plan chalked out by Mr. Sarkar.\\n\\nBefore the train left Howrah station, Mr. Sarkar told us \\u201cComrade, jhanda hilne mat dena, Go and conquer\\u201d My conscious mind told me it was not possible to win at a national level. My fear was proved correct when we were provided with a canvas (bigger in size than me) for portraying our idea instead of an art paper which we had predicted of. With no prior experience towards handling a canvas and acrylic colours, I and Anish had set off to work. We worked in an efficient manner making all calculations about the symmetry of our poster. After working for 15 hours straight we completed the poster at 1:30 in the night. Though Mr. Sarkar had made my unfinished poster as his WhatsApp DP and constantly supported us over phone stating that our poster was very good and he had high hopes for us, I still wasn\\u2019t satisfied. I was disheartened by the art works of the other teams. They were an artist\\u2019s masterpiece and ours was just as if it was a child\\u2019s work. The next day was our presentation. With no hope left to win a prize, with Anish constantly nagging as to why I do not accept him as my boyfriend, the thought of not presenting had once crossed my mind. But just 15 minutes \\nbefore the start of the presentation, I called Mr. Sarkar. That call meant a lot to me. It was a call of a lifetime. His words helped me gain the lost strength and started to fight again. I was flawless at the presentation. We tackled every question with great defense leaving the judge panel speechless at times with our proposals. All thanks to my team\\u2019s great understanding and mentorship cause we managed to make up when the other was short of words. The rest is history. We were declared Runner\\u2019s Up in the event and awarded a cash prize of 25000 rupees. Those words from Gayathri ma\\u2019am of Tata Centre- \\u201cThe Runner\\u2019s Up is from National Institute of Technology, Durgapur, Team Touple, Renata Saha and Anish Pradhan\\u2026\\u201d- I am ready to time travel to the past to once again hear those golden words. The first person who got to know about our success was Mr. Sarkar. Probably, it was he who had actually understood what I went through and what the success meant to me. Everything seemed to fall in place. All sleepless nights seemed worthy to us. Though we went to Bombay for a purpose, we still managed to roam about the city. From Marine Drive to Gateway of India to Bandra to Hiranandini- we left out nothing. With this I returned home with so many memories to be told to my next generation under the head \\u201cBombay Diaries\\u201d.\\n\\nI had only one week time to wrap up my JU project and present it to my professor. Without taking any kind of rest or even any kind of celebration for my success, I managed to work hard to present my work of the entire summer to sir. Sir liked my presentation and I had to submit a hardcopy of my project. I received a certificate or in other words, the professor\\u2019s recommendation letter which would further enrich my CV. This summer my roommates at college ditched me, though the reason yet is not clear.\\n\\nThis summer I saw relationships finish, friendships end. But at the same time I saw new relationships rise from ashes. I sacrificed my sleep the entire summer and pressed myself ahead and a little ahead of what I am capable of doing. I sacrificed meeting my childhood friends such that I could read one extra paper, clear one extra doubt I had developed. Most importantly I started dreaming again. All credit goes to that person in my life who proved the proverb-\\u201cLife is not a bed of roses\\u201d- to me. His life and his company taught me some bitter truths of life that I will nurture throughout my life. What people had told me earlier, he showed me. Over the past three months, my life changed, family and friends betrayed me, I lost trust on mankind, I changed. But one thing remained constant. Mr. Sarkar.\\n&quot;}\" data-sheets-userformat=\"{&quot;2&quot;:513,&quot;3&quot;:{&quot;1&quot;:0},&quot;12&quot;:0}\">A couple of days later, I got the good news that we were selected among the top 10 teams. We were invited to IIT Bombay to present our detailed idea (business &amp; technical) in the third and final round. During the same time, one of my teammates backed out due to certain unforeseeable circumstances. Finally, it was only Anish and I who headed to Bombay for a week. I&#8217;ll always cherish the memories of staying up all night to prepare for this. With the excitement of travelling to an unknown place for the first time, we left for IIT Bombay.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span data-sheets-value=\"{&quot;1&quot;:2,&quot;2&quot;:&quot;Two years of college in a so called premier engineering institute of India had left me mentally more frustrated than satisfied, just the opposite to what I had expected. Being a diligent student, I begged from one cabin to another, approaching professors in my college for an undergraduate research project such that I can take the first step of my dream of becoming a Professor. But all my efforts went in vain. I had no work. I did not know where to start or rather how to start. I started doubting myself. I thought, maybe I do not have the potential in me. Just when I was thinking that my dreams would remain a dream, I would sit idle at home with a high CGPA, just when I was on the verge of leaving all hopes and preparing myself for a depressing summer as that in 2015, a Facebook message popped up one evening at the end of March 2016.\\n\\n\\u201cAre you ECE topper? Will you apply for this scholarship?\\u201d It said. The message was sent by some Sayan Sarkar. I stalked him on Facebook and realized that I did not know him though he was my senior at college. Being annoyed by his intervention for approaching me as a topper when I was jobless despite being one, I had once thought of not replying him. But I managed to reply him with a mere \\u201cokay\\u201d. But then his next question has made me probably what I am today. \\u201cHow many projects have you done till date?\\u201d Now, this was my weak point and he managed to attack that. Without even thinking who he was, I had simply blabbered out to him about how jobless I was and about all failures I had received in the past two months by mailing professors for a summer project. I was so ignorant, that I had even sent him my CV without even realizing it had my phone number there. Such vulnerable was I. He would get access to my number. Obviously, he contacted me over WhatsApp. After looking through my CV and mail write up, all he said was there were enough reasons for my joblessness. All my approach was wrong throughout the last two months. Though at that time my semester vivas were on, my thirst for work forced me to listen to him and change my CV and my mail write up at that night. Following his instructions I had re-mailed a few professors from Jadavpur University and BESU at that night itself. By next afternoon, I had received a reply from a JU professor stating I could work under his supervision in his lab at the university. My happiness knew no bounds. Mr. Sarkar was the first to know about it. Then I realized how wrong I was in my approach. But another question just could not keep me still. Why was an unknown guy in my college helping me? Why did he approach me at all? I got the answer the next day when I met him for the first time in the library. He rechecked my CV, laughed mockingly at my previous mail write-ups but had introduced the concept of foreign internships which I could apply a few months ahead but at the end proposed me stating he fell in love from the day he saw me clad in a red saree on Saraswati Puja. The wound from my previous break-up had not healed yet and this person wanted to propose me not in traditional manner but with a General Electric Edison Challenge diary (signifying excellence to him) which he had earned at a Nationwide Innovation contest a few months back, with the words \\u201cCome to my world\\u201d. I obviously rejected him thinking it to be those usual proposals that all male seniors bestow upon their female juniors. I thought he was just trying me. In the meantime, he got placed at COAL INDIA limited, after previously getting rejected from 14 companies, and I was the first person who came to know about this but unfortunately I could not get the idea why he was so happy at an early stage of that day\\u2019s conversation! But our contact strengthened over frequent talks over projects and research ideas. In the meantime, I came to know that he had six IEEE paper till date (not kidding!) and the number is increasing. Probably I am the first girl at the age of 19 who enjoyed studying sliding mode control (a very hard topic of control engineering, taught only at Ph.D level) on a romantic evening (date) by the pond side! He got an invitation for Kalpana 2016 for a nationwide innovation challenge, organized by Tata Centre IIT Bombay and urged me to participate in this. I along with my only two friends at college started working for this \\ncompetition. One day, the library was closed due to Bengali New Year; but we three managed to complete our work at the Junction Mall food court, Durgapur. Such was our dedication. Sayan da Also helped me a lot in this area by downloading some important papers and journals. I fell ill with sore throat and could not stay awake for a major part of the day. Yet I managed submission of the first round of project as well as my semester exams. While our semester was still on, results said that we had qualified among the top 200 teams for the second round of Kalpana 2016. With a summer project offer at Jadavpur University and Kalpana 2016 second round to be wrapped up, I started my two months summer break. It was then that I realized that I am starting a summer which I had only dreamt of but never thought it would be possible. A 9-day trip to Nainital-Jim Corbett National Park was just an icing on the cake.\\n\\nSummer started while thinking of an idea to be submitted in the second round of Kalpana 2016. The idea originated when I and Anish, my best friend, worked an entire summer afternoon. After submitting the idea, without any hope to qualify among the top 10 teams in the final round, I left for Nainital with my family and a family friend of mine, where I was totally bored because of only visits to temples caved within the Kumaon Himalayas, though the scenic beauty mesmerized me enough. Just when I was expressing my grudge over the tour organizer for organizing only visits to land of temples- Kaushani and Almora, the Jim Corbett thing happened. An open jeep ferrying 7 of us entered the forest one afternoon. As we penetrated deeper into the forests the feel of the winds gushing through my cheeks, that tempting feel that we are overlooking so many wild eyes even though they might not overlook us, at every turn our jeep took through the forest roads, the rustling of the leaves gave me goosebumps at the thought that those might me caused by a tiger in the adjacent bushes. Good fate seemed to be with us as we got a glimpse of a tiger and two big herds of elephants while traversing the forest on the very first day itself. One herd even managed to chase our jeep probably because we were clicking pictures of them with our camera-flash on. There, we resided in a forest bungalow which had no electricity. All it had was solar power supply that supported only a 10 watt lamp per room. Mysterious shadows fell upon us through the windows and we shivered throughout the night devoid a good satisfactory sleep at the thought of a tiger entering our residential compound by climbing a tree. We had no phone tower inside the jungle. Being an Electronics and Communication engineer under construction, I had thought it would be difficult to stay out of touch. But unexpectedly, I enjoyed this temporary isolation from the world within the world. While traversing through the jungle, one thing became evident. Everyone who were taking a safari, were in constant search of the sight of a tiger. One morning while we were taking a safari, our guide pointed us the footprint of a tiger. It signified that the path which we were taking into the jungle had a tiger walking on it just the night before. With the thought that he might still be there and might emerge from a nearby bush anytime, we checked and cross-checked the forest. I wondered over a weird thing throughout this safari. We are afraid of the tiger, afraid that it will attack us. But just for one sight of the tiger we paid the forest authorities some thousand bucks. Not only us, there were many others. Does that mean man loves to get afraid? With many such questions in mind along with a suitcase of thrilling feels of being chased by a wild elephant and the sight of an open tiger a few feets away, finally with an inspiring meet with one of my father\\u2019s childhood friend at Delhi who is the head of National Institute of Disaster Management, I ended my trip.\\n\\nOn returning to Kolkata, I checked my mail. Out of 49 useless mails over the last 9 days, one such mail said congratulations! I had qualified for the second round of the IET scholarship (The so called scholarship! from where this story had started). I enrolled for the exam that had to be followed, selected an exam slot of my choice. In the mean time, Mr. Sarkar endowed me with the contest of GE Unimpossible Missions: The University Edition. Along with this I had my JU project on the run. I had my time divided for everything or in other words tried to master the art of management. Luck did not favour \\nme in the IET exam as power cut occurred during the slot I chose for the exam. There started my fight. I fought the scorching sun one summer afternoon to my sister\\u2019s house which also had a power cut but she had an inverter. I had to give the exam for 1.5 hours. And I did give the exam braving the disturbances at my sister\\u2019s place. I had worked day and night along with my JU project for developing an idea for the GE contest. My idea started with just 2 paragraphs. But with another extra week of Mr. Sarkar\\u2019s help and extensive research efforts, I submitted an idea of 5 pages which is technically a brilliant masterpiece, praised by some eminent writer in this field before submission. Though my chances of getting selected are nil due to the international level competition there, I still owe a lot to this project. I had learnt a lot from it and gained connection with many seniors. Unknowingly, I had started socializing. This was a thing I had lacked since my childhood. Though I did not qualify for the next round of IET, I did not feel sad. I realized I was growing up. I fretted no longer over little issues. I accepted my success as well as my failures with equal grace.\\n\\nOn 25th May 2016, a milestone event happened in my life. It was the day when Mr. Sarkar would visit our house for the first time to help me over with my projects. He entered my house with good news. My team as well as his team had qualified among the top 10 teams of Kalpana 2016. We would have to go to IIT Bombay one month after for the final round. Together. Train tickets were booked then and there. Thus we started our preparations for IIT Bombay. It was on that day too that I had accepted that GE diary from Mr. Sarkar, our relationship had a kick start and unknowingly I became his didimoni (Teacher!). For two weeks I had to work on Kalpana 2016, GE project as well as on JU project all at the same time. Do not recall how many nights I had spent staying awake preparing for them. When we were happy that we would be going to Bombay together, participating together, travelling together, bad luck struck us. Sayan da would have to join his job on a day intersecting the event. He tried hard to attend the event as well as join his job but things just did not fall into place. My team would have to travel to Bombay all alone. I thought the last nail in the coffin of my Kalpana dreams was hit when one of my team mates backed out for a weird reason just one week before the journey. But all thanks to my parents and constant support from Mr. Sarkar that I was given the permission to go to Bombay with Anish. That one week, when I and Anish stayed up till 4 at night discussing our presentation over Skype as well as expressing our thrill of travelling to IIT Bombay, will remain etched in my memories throughout my life. Both of us could not sleep due to excitement. With that feeling of travelling to an unknown place for the first time that too with my best friend, the urge to see the unknown to see the unseen, the commitment to fulfill Mr. Sarkar\\u2019s half-finished dream of reaching Kalpana 2016 as a finalist, I and Anish set out for IIT Bombay on a Bombay tour plan chalked out by Mr. Sarkar.\\n\\nBefore the train left Howrah station, Mr. Sarkar told us \\u201cComrade, jhanda hilne mat dena, Go and conquer\\u201d My conscious mind told me it was not possible to win at a national level. My fear was proved correct when we were provided with a canvas (bigger in size than me) for portraying our idea instead of an art paper which we had predicted of. With no prior experience towards handling a canvas and acrylic colours, I and Anish had set off to work. We worked in an efficient manner making all calculations about the symmetry of our poster. After working for 15 hours straight we completed the poster at 1:30 in the night. Though Mr. Sarkar had made my unfinished poster as his WhatsApp DP and constantly supported us over phone stating that our poster was very good and he had high hopes for us, I still wasn\\u2019t satisfied. I was disheartened by the art works of the other teams. They were an artist\\u2019s masterpiece and ours was just as if it was a child\\u2019s work. The next day was our presentation. With no hope left to win a prize, with Anish constantly nagging as to why I do not accept him as my boyfriend, the thought of not presenting had once crossed my mind. But just 15 minutes \\nbefore the start of the presentation, I called Mr. Sarkar. That call meant a lot to me. It was a call of a lifetime. His words helped me gain the lost strength and started to fight again. I was flawless at the presentation. We tackled every question with great defense leaving the judge panel speechless at times with our proposals. All thanks to my team\\u2019s great understanding and mentorship cause we managed to make up when the other was short of words. The rest is history. We were declared Runner\\u2019s Up in the event and awarded a cash prize of 25000 rupees. Those words from Gayathri ma\\u2019am of Tata Centre- \\u201cThe Runner\\u2019s Up is from National Institute of Technology, Durgapur, Team Touple, Renata Saha and Anish Pradhan\\u2026\\u201d- I am ready to time travel to the past to once again hear those golden words. The first person who got to know about our success was Mr. Sarkar. Probably, it was he who had actually understood what I went through and what the success meant to me. Everything seemed to fall in place. All sleepless nights seemed worthy to us. Though we went to Bombay for a purpose, we still managed to roam about the city. From Marine Drive to Gateway of India to Bandra to Hiranandini- we left out nothing. With this I returned home with so many memories to be told to my next generation under the head \\u201cBombay Diaries\\u201d.\\n\\nI had only one week time to wrap up my JU project and present it to my professor. Without taking any kind of rest or even any kind of celebration for my success, I managed to work hard to present my work of the entire summer to sir. Sir liked my presentation and I had to submit a hardcopy of my project. I received a certificate or in other words, the professor\\u2019s recommendation letter which would further enrich my CV. This summer my roommates at college ditched me, though the reason yet is not clear.\\n\\nThis summer I saw relationships finish, friendships end. But at the same time I saw new relationships rise from ashes. I sacrificed my sleep the entire summer and pressed myself ahead and a little ahead of what I am capable of doing. I sacrificed meeting my childhood friends such that I could read one extra paper, clear one extra doubt I had developed. Most importantly I started dreaming again. All credit goes to that person in my life who proved the proverb-\\u201cLife is not a bed of roses\\u201d- to me. His life and his company taught me some bitter truths of life that I will nurture throughout my life. What people had told me earlier, he showed me. Over the past three months, my life changed, family and friends betrayed me, I lost trust on mankind, I changed. But one thing remained constant. Mr. Sarkar.\\n&quot;}\" data-sheets-userformat=\"{&quot;2&quot;:513,&quot;3&quot;:{&quot;1&quot;:0},&quot;12&quot;:0}\">My conscious mind feared how it was not possible to win a national level contest. My fear was proved correct when we were provided with a canvas for portraying our idea, instead of an art paper which we had earlier predicted. With no prior experience of handling a canvas and acrylic colours, we got to work. We worked in an efficient manner making all calculations about the symmetry of our poster. After working for 15 hours straight, we completed the poster at 1:30 am! I still wasn\u2019t satisfied. We had our presentation the next day. Surprisingly, our presentation was flawless. We tackled every question with poise, leaving the judges impressed with our proposals. The rest is history. My team\u2019s solution to the problem was judged &#8216;Runners Up&#8217; and we were awarded a cash prize of INR 25000. Since then, some top companies like &#8221;Angel Investors&#8221; have shown interest in our idea. Everything seemed to fall into place. All sleepless nights seemed worthy. Though we went to Bombay with a purpose, we still managed to discover the city. From Marine Drive and Gateway of India to Bandra and Hiranandani &#8211; we visited every tourist attraction! I returned home with endless memories etched in my <em>\u201cBombay Diaries\u201d.<\/em><\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><span data-sheets-value=\"{&quot;1&quot;:2,&quot;2&quot;:&quot;Two years of college in a so called premier engineering institute of India had left me mentally more frustrated than satisfied, just the opposite to what I had expected. Being a diligent student, I begged from one cabin to another, approaching professors in my college for an undergraduate research project such that I can take the first step of my dream of becoming a Professor. But all my efforts went in vain. I had no work. I did not know where to start or rather how to start. I started doubting myself. I thought, maybe I do not have the potential in me. Just when I was thinking that my dreams would remain a dream, I would sit idle at home with a high CGPA, just when I was on the verge of leaving all hopes and preparing myself for a depressing summer as that in 2015, a Facebook message popped up one evening at the end of March 2016.\\n\\n\\u201cAre you ECE topper? Will you apply for this scholarship?\\u201d It said. The message was sent by some Sayan Sarkar. I stalked him on Facebook and realized that I did not know him though he was my senior at college. Being annoyed by his intervention for approaching me as a topper when I was jobless despite being one, I had once thought of not replying him. But I managed to reply him with a mere \\u201cokay\\u201d. But then his next question has made me probably what I am today. \\u201cHow many projects have you done till date?\\u201d Now, this was my weak point and he managed to attack that. Without even thinking who he was, I had simply blabbered out to him about how jobless I was and about all failures I had received in the past two months by mailing professors for a summer project. I was so ignorant, that I had even sent him my CV without even realizing it had my phone number there. Such vulnerable was I. He would get access to my number. Obviously, he contacted me over WhatsApp. After looking through my CV and mail write up, all he said was there were enough reasons for my joblessness. All my approach was wrong throughout the last two months. Though at that time my semester vivas were on, my thirst for work forced me to listen to him and change my CV and my mail write up at that night. Following his instructions I had re-mailed a few professors from Jadavpur University and BESU at that night itself. By next afternoon, I had received a reply from a JU professor stating I could work under his supervision in his lab at the university. My happiness knew no bounds. Mr. Sarkar was the first to know about it. Then I realized how wrong I was in my approach. But another question just could not keep me still. Why was an unknown guy in my college helping me? Why did he approach me at all? I got the answer the next day when I met him for the first time in the library. He rechecked my CV, laughed mockingly at my previous mail write-ups but had introduced the concept of foreign internships which I could apply a few months ahead but at the end proposed me stating he fell in love from the day he saw me clad in a red saree on Saraswati Puja. The wound from my previous break-up had not healed yet and this person wanted to propose me not in traditional manner but with a General Electric Edison Challenge diary (signifying excellence to him) which he had earned at a Nationwide Innovation contest a few months back, with the words \\u201cCome to my world\\u201d. I obviously rejected him thinking it to be those usual proposals that all male seniors bestow upon their female juniors. I thought he was just trying me. In the meantime, he got placed at COAL INDIA limited, after previously getting rejected from 14 companies, and I was the first person who came to know about this but unfortunately I could not get the idea why he was so happy at an early stage of that day\\u2019s conversation! But our contact strengthened over frequent talks over projects and research ideas. In the meantime, I came to know that he had six IEEE paper till date (not kidding!) and the number is increasing. Probably I am the first girl at the age of 19 who enjoyed studying sliding mode control (a very hard topic of control engineering, taught only at Ph.D level) on a romantic evening (date) by the pond side! He got an invitation for Kalpana 2016 for a nationwide innovation challenge, organized by Tata Centre IIT Bombay and urged me to participate in this. I along with my only two friends at college started working for this \\ncompetition. One day, the library was closed due to Bengali New Year; but we three managed to complete our work at the Junction Mall food court, Durgapur. Such was our dedication. Sayan da Also helped me a lot in this area by downloading some important papers and journals. I fell ill with sore throat and could not stay awake for a major part of the day. Yet I managed submission of the first round of project as well as my semester exams. While our semester was still on, results said that we had qualified among the top 200 teams for the second round of Kalpana 2016. With a summer project offer at Jadavpur University and Kalpana 2016 second round to be wrapped up, I started my two months summer break. It was then that I realized that I am starting a summer which I had only dreamt of but never thought it would be possible. A 9-day trip to Nainital-Jim Corbett National Park was just an icing on the cake.\\n\\nSummer started while thinking of an idea to be submitted in the second round of Kalpana 2016. The idea originated when I and Anish, my best friend, worked an entire summer afternoon. After submitting the idea, without any hope to qualify among the top 10 teams in the final round, I left for Nainital with my family and a family friend of mine, where I was totally bored because of only visits to temples caved within the Kumaon Himalayas, though the scenic beauty mesmerized me enough. Just when I was expressing my grudge over the tour organizer for organizing only visits to land of temples- Kaushani and Almora, the Jim Corbett thing happened. An open jeep ferrying 7 of us entered the forest one afternoon. As we penetrated deeper into the forests the feel of the winds gushing through my cheeks, that tempting feel that we are overlooking so many wild eyes even though they might not overlook us, at every turn our jeep took through the forest roads, the rustling of the leaves gave me goosebumps at the thought that those might me caused by a tiger in the adjacent bushes. Good fate seemed to be with us as we got a glimpse of a tiger and two big herds of elephants while traversing the forest on the very first day itself. One herd even managed to chase our jeep probably because we were clicking pictures of them with our camera-flash on. There, we resided in a forest bungalow which had no electricity. All it had was solar power supply that supported only a 10 watt lamp per room. Mysterious shadows fell upon us through the windows and we shivered throughout the night devoid a good satisfactory sleep at the thought of a tiger entering our residential compound by climbing a tree. We had no phone tower inside the jungle. Being an Electronics and Communication engineer under construction, I had thought it would be difficult to stay out of touch. But unexpectedly, I enjoyed this temporary isolation from the world within the world. While traversing through the jungle, one thing became evident. Everyone who were taking a safari, were in constant search of the sight of a tiger. One morning while we were taking a safari, our guide pointed us the footprint of a tiger. It signified that the path which we were taking into the jungle had a tiger walking on it just the night before. With the thought that he might still be there and might emerge from a nearby bush anytime, we checked and cross-checked the forest. I wondered over a weird thing throughout this safari. We are afraid of the tiger, afraid that it will attack us. But just for one sight of the tiger we paid the forest authorities some thousand bucks. Not only us, there were many others. Does that mean man loves to get afraid? With many such questions in mind along with a suitcase of thrilling feels of being chased by a wild elephant and the sight of an open tiger a few feets away, finally with an inspiring meet with one of my father\\u2019s childhood friend at Delhi who is the head of National Institute of Disaster Management, I ended my trip.\\n\\nOn returning to Kolkata, I checked my mail. Out of 49 useless mails over the last 9 days, one such mail said congratulations! I had qualified for the second round of the IET scholarship (The so called scholarship! from where this story had started). I enrolled for the exam that had to be followed, selected an exam slot of my choice. In the mean time, Mr. Sarkar endowed me with the contest of GE Unimpossible Missions: The University Edition. Along with this I had my JU project on the run. I had my time divided for everything or in other words tried to master the art of management. Luck did not favour \\nme in the IET exam as power cut occurred during the slot I chose for the exam. There started my fight. I fought the scorching sun one summer afternoon to my sister\\u2019s house which also had a power cut but she had an inverter. I had to give the exam for 1.5 hours. And I did give the exam braving the disturbances at my sister\\u2019s place. I had worked day and night along with my JU project for developing an idea for the GE contest. My idea started with just 2 paragraphs. But with another extra week of Mr. Sarkar\\u2019s help and extensive research efforts, I submitted an idea of 5 pages which is technically a brilliant masterpiece, praised by some eminent writer in this field before submission. Though my chances of getting selected are nil due to the international level competition there, I still owe a lot to this project. I had learnt a lot from it and gained connection with many seniors. Unknowingly, I had started socializing. This was a thing I had lacked since my childhood. Though I did not qualify for the next round of IET, I did not feel sad. I realized I was growing up. I fretted no longer over little issues. I accepted my success as well as my failures with equal grace.\\n\\nOn 25th May 2016, a milestone event happened in my life. It was the day when Mr. Sarkar would visit our house for the first time to help me over with my projects. He entered my house with good news. My team as well as his team had qualified among the top 10 teams of Kalpana 2016. We would have to go to IIT Bombay one month after for the final round. Together. Train tickets were booked then and there. Thus we started our preparations for IIT Bombay. It was on that day too that I had accepted that GE diary from Mr. Sarkar, our relationship had a kick start and unknowingly I became his didimoni (Teacher!). For two weeks I had to work on Kalpana 2016, GE project as well as on JU project all at the same time. Do not recall how many nights I had spent staying awake preparing for them. When we were happy that we would be going to Bombay together, participating together, travelling together, bad luck struck us. Sayan da would have to join his job on a day intersecting the event. He tried hard to attend the event as well as join his job but things just did not fall into place. My team would have to travel to Bombay all alone. I thought the last nail in the coffin of my Kalpana dreams was hit when one of my team mates backed out for a weird reason just one week before the journey. But all thanks to my parents and constant support from Mr. Sarkar that I was given the permission to go to Bombay with Anish. That one week, when I and Anish stayed up till 4 at night discussing our presentation over Skype as well as expressing our thrill of travelling to IIT Bombay, will remain etched in my memories throughout my life. Both of us could not sleep due to excitement. With that feeling of travelling to an unknown place for the first time that too with my best friend, the urge to see the unknown to see the unseen, the commitment to fulfill Mr. Sarkar\\u2019s half-finished dream of reaching Kalpana 2016 as a finalist, I and Anish set out for IIT Bombay on a Bombay tour plan chalked out by Mr. Sarkar.\\n\\nBefore the train left Howrah station, Mr. Sarkar told us \\u201cComrade, jhanda hilne mat dena, Go and conquer\\u201d My conscious mind told me it was not possible to win at a national level. My fear was proved correct when we were provided with a canvas (bigger in size than me) for portraying our idea instead of an art paper which we had predicted of. With no prior experience towards handling a canvas and acrylic colours, I and Anish had set off to work. We worked in an efficient manner making all calculations about the symmetry of our poster. After working for 15 hours straight we completed the poster at 1:30 in the night. Though Mr. Sarkar had made my unfinished poster as his WhatsApp DP and constantly supported us over phone stating that our poster was very good and he had high hopes for us, I still wasn\\u2019t satisfied. I was disheartened by the art works of the other teams. They were an artist\\u2019s masterpiece and ours was just as if it was a child\\u2019s work. The next day was our presentation. With no hope left to win a prize, with Anish constantly nagging as to why I do not accept him as my boyfriend, the thought of not presenting had once crossed my mind. But just 15 minutes \\nbefore the start of the presentation, I called Mr. Sarkar. That call meant a lot to me. It was a call of a lifetime. His words helped me gain the lost strength and started to fight again. I was flawless at the presentation. We tackled every question with great defense leaving the judge panel speechless at times with our proposals. All thanks to my team\\u2019s great understanding and mentorship cause we managed to make up when the other was short of words. The rest is history. We were declared Runner\\u2019s Up in the event and awarded a cash prize of 25000 rupees. Those words from Gayathri ma\\u2019am of Tata Centre- \\u201cThe Runner\\u2019s Up is from National Institute of Technology, Durgapur, Team Touple, Renata Saha and Anish Pradhan\\u2026\\u201d- I am ready to time travel to the past to once again hear those golden words. The first person who got to know about our success was Mr. Sarkar. Probably, it was he who had actually understood what I went through and what the success meant to me. Everything seemed to fall in place. All sleepless nights seemed worthy to us. Though we went to Bombay for a purpose, we still managed to roam about the city. From Marine Drive to Gateway of India to Bandra to Hiranandini- we left out nothing. With this I returned home with so many memories to be told to my next generation under the head \\u201cBombay Diaries\\u201d.\\n\\nI had only one week time to wrap up my JU project and present it to my professor. Without taking any kind of rest or even any kind of celebration for my success, I managed to work hard to present my work of the entire summer to sir. Sir liked my presentation and I had to submit a hardcopy of my project. I received a certificate or in other words, the professor\\u2019s recommendation letter which would further enrich my CV. This summer my roommates at college ditched me, though the reason yet is not clear.\\n\\nThis summer I saw relationships finish, friendships end. But at the same time I saw new relationships rise from ashes. I sacrificed my sleep the entire summer and pressed myself ahead and a little ahead of what I am capable of doing. I sacrificed meeting my childhood friends such that I could read one extra paper, clear one extra doubt I had developed. Most importantly I started dreaming again. All credit goes to that person in my life who proved the proverb-\\u201cLife is not a bed of roses\\u201d- to me. His life and his company taught me some bitter truths of life that I will nurture throughout my life. What people had told me earlier, he showed me. Over the past three months, my life changed, family and friends betrayed me, I lost trust on mankind, I changed. But one thing remained constant. Mr. Sarkar.\\n&quot;}\" data-sheets-userformat=\"{&quot;2&quot;:513,&quot;3&quot;:{&quot;1&quot;:0},&quot;12&quot;:0}\">By the end of the\u00a0second year itself, I had an undergraduate research experience. I also had an accepted start-up idea on a national platform, which further helped me to grab internship opportunities in some top angel firms of the country.\u00a0My advice for all the future interns would be to stay focused and keep the fundamentals clear. Dream to plan, plan to work, and work to enjoy.<\/span><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\"><em><strong>Editor\u2019s Note<\/strong> \u2013 If you also have an interesting internship story to share, you can send in your entries to Your Internship Story 2016 and win exciting prizes worth INR 1 Lac!<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: justify;\">The &#8220;City of Dreams&#8221; awaits you! 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