Ankur Banerjee

Ankur Banerjee

Friday, August 29, 2014

Engineering: How do engineers who cheated in college, cheat in the industry?

In industry as an engineer, you are often judged on the quality and scale of your contributions. If what you produce adequately solves the problem, then few questions are asked.

Cheaters in industry are people who claim credit for the work of others, claim that they have experience that they do not, claim that they are proficient in skills in which they are not, or claim that they worked for an amount of time on a project which they did not. (I'm sure that there are many other ways too)

If you are assigned a role or job that require skills you don't actually have, this will quickly become a problem and will likely show itself. If you receive compensation by claiming work of co-workers as your own, team members will likely turn on you quickly.

Personally, I have always seen cheaters as people who are setting themselves up to fail on a larger scale. The more they get away with, the larger the eventual fall will be. They may be successful as cheaters for years, but eventually the truth will come calling in a very rude way.

As anecdotal evidence, I know someone who had presumably cheated all though high school and was able to get a full scholarship to a good university. They continued to cheat in college, got caught, were expelled for an entire year, and lost their scholarship. Their family could not afford the university without the scholarship and last I heard had returned home to a local community college.

Following human nature, if people cheat and don't get caught, generally they continue to cheat because it appears convenient to them. In addition, the perceived risk of getting caught generally decreases as the streak of successes increases. 

The higher the house of cards is built, the further the fall will be. Don't cheat!

{THIS DOESN'T SAY THAT I NEVER CHEATED...BUT IT'S LIKE I STOPPED CHEATING TO BECOME A "QUALITY ENGINEER" NOT TO INCREASE THE "QUANTITY OF UNEMPLOYED ENGINEERS"}

Thursday, August 28, 2014

November 2011

       November 10 2011..  the day I met her….



I was in the Library. Sitting and waiting for the girl i thought i loved to come and understand "induction motor" from me. It was her end term examinations and CA's that made her take a decision to understand induction motor from an nincompoop fool like me :P.
There she came with her friend whom i don't even recognize and buried my head into the book searching material for her topics. A feminine voice from the girl i didn't know appeared ‘ Hi Ankur’ filled my ears. It was she.  Her name is NINJA.(Ninja Aggarwal to be precise). She was in the same class with Alka (the over thought gal). She was mid height ed, avg, built, clumpsy and had nose like that of a "samosa" . I did'nt speak to her as I was too shy to interact at a moment like that. After that day whenever we saw each other there used to be casual smile exchange. 
It was January 2012 somewhere in the mid of the month, i opened my Facebook, and there was a "friend req." from Ninja. and a message saying "at last i found you."
her kiddo talks though flattered me never made think seriously for her.
we started chatting, firstly formally, about what she likes and dislikes, and to topics about politics (politics seriously...)
All of a sudden ‘9087******’ here is my mobile number. Give me yours,’ she said.
It was unexpected act from her. Left with no choice I gave mine. She said she would message me on my phone. Another unexpected thing. I gave a lame excuse that I can’t reply to you as I don't have a bonus tariff, message costs me double. Such a dumb ass I was. She logged off. I was back to my work.
‘all the best’, I messaged her on Facebook. Seconds later, ‘ Wish you the same’, she replied.
Our conversation began formally from family backgrounds to friends. Her father and Brother were busy in other works usually and she enjoyed her mom's company. In no time it became quite relaxed talk.
‘ Am joining dance classes i think and want to learn western’ she said.
          ‘Great’, I replied trying to concentrate on my (really bakwas) movie that I was watching then and chat simultaneously.
          ‘The chat is slow, ninja435907@gmail.com. Here is my gmail id. Add me and we can chat there’, she said.
I was surprised again. Girls are too fast. I added her.
          Japan earth quake and our exam date came on same day. I kept myself busy studying for my exams. It’s my last chance to clear my left over subjects by minimum TGPA.
‘So how is your preparation going on’, she asked as soon as I logged into gmail.
‘Not bad’ said i. To take a break from studies, I changed the topic to personal interests and hobbies.
          ‘Today is my birthday’, I said. “Really..? why dint you say in the morning. Is this the time to say”, she shouted on me as if I have done some mistake.
“OK , happy birthday, and you owe me choc’,she wished at last. We touched various things like latest movies, friends, college days. 99% of our interests and thoughts matched perfectly.
‘OK then I have to complete my work”, she said and she logged out to join her roommates B'day party.

My exams started and I concentrated on exams. And I completed them successfully. I logged into my mail. I saw unread chats. Those were from Ninja. She wished me for my exams. So nice of her.
‘Hi, how r u, completed ur exams, how did u write ur exams’, she fired all this questions as soon I logged into chat. Since then we became too close. This was the first time I am talking I hadn’t seen yet.
From various issues we got struck at love & marriage topic.
‘I dont believe in love marriages anymore, i think arrange will be better for me’ she said. But I don’t want to get married and that to with unknown person so called arrange marriages -NO NEVER" said I.
          She agreed with my point. In my view arrange marriages are worthless. You have 10 minutes of formal chat. Another 10 minutes to decide on dowry. In just 20 minutes, u get sold out yourself to others.
‘        So do you love someone’, I asked out of anxiety. “Noo, I dint but got some proposals from some boys. I rejected them all. And to be precise, my father approve for love marriage though My parents are pretty conservative.”
‘I think you love a girl and she……’ she asked hesitatingly. I was taken back by her question ‘ Yes I did. But I dont think it will be better off the same way for her as i feel,’ I gave her enough information in a single sentence.
For the next half an hour I described her everything. Till now no one knew about it even my best friends. She was the first and the last.
‘ Such a Bitch! How can she do that being a girl. I'm sure you'll get the best girl in future,’ she said emotionally. I was taken back by the ‘B’ word. Chalo, someone has been moved by my story.
Since then we came much closer. We shared our secrets too. We discussed, debated on several personal issues. But at the end of the day, we would compromise with each other's views.
          For the next 5 days I was busy with hectic work. There was no time to come online. But I was missing her. I was desperate to talk with her. And on 6th day, I came online.
‘Hi sir, r u der?
‘ U der’?
‘I think ur busy these days. Ok carry on’
‘ Dude…..??? L L
Her offline messages filled my inbox. I was happy as there is someone who remember me.
‘Am ready to fall in love. Searching for true love’, with 3 love symbols and 4 smiles.. was her first line as I pinged her. ( even god can’t understand girls)
‘What made u to decide this?
‘It’s you. After I heard ur story, I want to feel love. So decided to find a guy’.
‘So r u sure?  You said ur father does agree for a love marriage? I asked to make conformation. ‘Yes, but I will love the guy who matches me. So that there wont be any problem. And  the hunt starts nowwwww….and here is my small list of qualities…
‘He should love me a lot.
‘He should be ready to do anything for m.
‘He should treat me like princess’.
‘He should blah blah blah…
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‘I want a person with all this qualities. She said.
There were about 37 qualities she mentioned. She needs a customized boy.
I laughed at her innocence. Her innocence has left its mark in my mind.
          All alone in my room, I was smiling recollecting her list of qualities. Girls look dumb but they have their plans and back up plans for their life. Intelligent homo sapiens.
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          ‘How am I looking? Did u like my pic?’ It was her birthday. I wished her on her phone. She posted her pic on facebook. And as usual there was a rain of likes and comments in her profile. Most of them were from boys. Some boys took birth only to click Like on all the girls pics in their profile and some are born to comment “U LOOK GRT.. PLZZZ ADD ME AS UR FRND, ACCEPT MY FRND REQUEST”. I really appreciate hard work of such boys. They give equal importance to every girl.
          I took a look at her pic. She draped a blue color top. With matching KADA and nail polish. Her hairs wide open and eyes swollen as mushrooms. Three other teddies of various sizes were in background.
          ‘hello, r u der? How do I look?’ she was eagerly waiting for my compliments.
          “U look like a brand ambassador for Pantene shampoo products in open hairs,”
          “ L “
          “ J I was kidding and u look stylo in tops” I said to bring a smile on her face. And the matter of fact is, we boys go crazy when we see a girl withn open hairs.
          “Hey look at this….
“A shocking study by the Centre for Global Health Research has revealed that nearly 12 million girl children have been aborted in the last three decades in India. What is worse is over half of them, that is, six million were killed in just the last decade, clearly showing that selective abortions are on the rise in 21st century India.”
“See how shameless we Indians are” she stood aghast so did i. I read the whole article. The whole page was filled with harassments faced by women in rural areas.
“See this is our position in India. Where we get killed in womb because am a girl”. her words were filled with frustration and helplessness.
“ok bye. I want to be alone” and she signed off.
I laid on my bed i.e the boxing ring and the match started between brain & heart.  A girl was raped by 4 members for 15 days and the village panchayat has just asked the convicts to pay a fine of 15,000. So the cost of a girl’s life is 15,000. My head was aching. I was on my bed but I killed those convicts for 5 times in my mind .Another report said the ratio of men-women in India is 1000:923. Now I came to know why boys compete to click like on girls pic & comments. They have a reason. My blood was rushing down my body.
          I dozed off.
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‘hi .. how are you.’ I pinged her.
‘I sprained my ankle. Working in room.’
‘ When & how. Have u consulted the doctor or not? I asked with utmost concern.
‘Chill. It’s only a small sprain. And u know what my bandage is very colorful and i made a tattoo on my hand also. Wait I will send u the pic of my leg and my hand.’  Sent.
I opened the attachment. Her leg was totally wrapped by blue color bandage. This time she changed her nail polish to blue to match her bandage color and her hands posed in different mudras to match with her self made tattoo.
            ‘Need to take rest for another 2 weeks’ she said in low tone.
‘I have deactivated my Fb account,’ I said to change the topic. And as expected the pour of questions started.
            ‘Why, what for. Any serious issue. What will u do without facebook,’ she asked as if I decided to quit breathing.
            ‘Nothing, I just want to see whether I can withstand without fb or not,’ I said. I have seen people and my friends addicted to facebook. It was like drug to a drug addict.
For the next few hours, she gave introduction about her classmates and how they spent their break time. About her recent events in her class. Etc., etc.,
            ‘Ok dear, I have to sleep now. It’s too late u too sleep. Its 4am.’
I looked at my monitor time. It was 4.05am. We spoke all the night and I dint even know when the time passed. We wished good night to each other and left the chat.

Tuesday, August 26, 2014



First day…..

                   My alarm beeped again after I snoozed it for 3rd time. 8:30 am “oh god”! am late again. I sprang out my bed.  Took bath, selected a random pair of dress from my closet. It was 9 am already. I came out of my room and and went for the breakfast in the mess. My dad reclined on the chair beside me and was reading some morning news paper.  He gave a look of ‘Late again’.  His frowned forehead spoke those words. His looks where interrupted by mom’s words ‘ Eat some more what’s the rush’?
Yes mom’s are like this. The shower of her love doesn't stop no matter in what situation I’m in. My Mom is my savior at my home and its now here in the mess and again she is savior. She always backs me in all right and wrong things I do(but sometimes she is even strict than dad).
                   I quickly gulped the food.  Bid bye to my mom and started for my mechanical block (it was 34 then, these days its 55 block). My block was about 1 km away from my BH2 hostel. And to my restlessness, the Sun was leisurely booming its heat making me more tired and late.  I too was submerged in the song ‘jil jil jiga’ of ‘Happy days’ enjoying its beats. This song explains what exactly is students life in college. I loved that movie.
                 At last I was in my block. Wait, where the hell is my class now? It was 10.05 am already. I looked around to ask someone. Luckily office boy was present busy collecting the attendance sheets by the lecturers.
      “Can I know where is section M3204 mechanical class ” make it quick am new joiner, I said trying to breath.
       “First  class from first right from the entrance”, said office boy. I thanked him.

As I was nearing to the class, I heard a female voice trying to explain something in her top voice. The nearer I went the louder the voice was heard. 


    

write it down, the feminine voice ordered the class.


Her Dou x / dou y chants were interrupted by my knock. The whole class looks turned towards me. 

          “Yes”, she said to know what was my intention to interrupt her. “I’m new joiner ma’am” I said. “yeah come in and be seated”, she said. And even before I took my seat, she started her dou x/ dou y chants. I was looking for a seat in last benches but only the front row was empty. ( no matter what time you enter the class, you always find first row empty for you. )

           Left with no option I took my seat. Took out my new Classmate book and tried to write down the notes. Not this sh*t again. Differential equations chapter.. Same sh*t in intermediate. History repeats. I hate maths. To save myself from this disgusting math class I craned my neck to see my classmates. There were about 40-45 boys and NO GIRLs....OMG "NO girls". I took a look towards the mam instead. After seeing her, my disgusting Differential equations were looking more beautiful than them.

“ We will continue the left out problems tomorrow” our ma’am said. I was relieved. “And we gonna end this unit tomorrow itself” I was happy to hear the word ‘end’ in her sentence. The smile dint last longer as she continued ‘ and we gonna start new unit called ‘differential equations of 2nd and higher order’.

Oh God!! Not again.


After the lecturer left the class, I scanned the whole class in order to see are there any familiar faces. Yes, there was a guy whom I know CHAO. He was healthy ( I preferred word healthy coz he will kill me if I call him fat ). About him, Chao was an assamese boy with fair complexion with avg height and most important thing is he always wore a chinese look on his face. Education was his nightmare. His father paid 7 lakhs for his seat making his nightmare come true. I went to him and greeted eachother. He took enough time to recognize me. And next to him was Akshat, studious guy. He always kept his eyes glued on board. Beside to Akshat, another studious guy by name Piyush was present. They were not of my type. I gave warm handshake to both and was talking to Chao. And we heard some loud laughs from the last bench of the 2nd row. Another familiar face, vikas tomar, my friend’s friend. I went near him and before I tried to introduce myself, he recognized me. And about Vikas, he was a gadget geek. And a type of a guy who always say ‘I dint prepare for the exam,’ but attempts every question and scores good marks. Yes, we all have such a person in our gang who always lie.

The laughs were getting more louder, beside to Vikas there was guy who was making fun of his neighbor by imitating in his accent. Yes he is my type of person. Vikas took the initiative to introduce me to him. His name was Nagendra. About him, his parents stay in his village some where in UP. He came all the way to Punjab and stayed in a rent room in Kapurthala. Next to Chao, education was a nightmare to Nagendra. But a very good dancer. He was hungry all the time. Or We can say 24/7.  

Friday, August 8, 2014

How to Identify an Mechanical Engineering Student.....

Here I give you some more tips to identify a Mechanical engineering student..
We never talk about syllabus nor studies.
 
We say ‘ out of 8 units, I have read only 3. What about u?? 30 minutes before the exam.
We say “ One more Backlog Yaar,” without any sad expression.
We say “ I myself did the experiment and wrote down the readings,” but fail to do the same in front of the lecturer.
We say “ We don’t have educated faculty,’ when we are asked the reason why we failed.
On a combined study night with friends, at 12 am, one of them says “ enough yaar lets sleep,” and others follow his orders.
We start our day with “ @#$%*&@#,” but doesn’t seem to know a single bad word when talking to girls.
We never fail to shout “OOOOOOOO,” when our friend’s crush enter our class.
Our bike carry minimum of 3 friends where ever we go.
We destroy minimum of one machine in our labs.
The only thing we are concerned during final practice exam is “ Has External arrived”.
We say “ This question wont come this year” looking at previous year question paper. And declare our self Fail if it appear.
We are the one who ask “ Have you passed” and gets relieved when we hear a     “NO” from our friend.
We are the one who worries about the dates in our records rather than the content in the record.
Mid-term exams are just another name for leaving college early.
We are the people who photostat the missed notes in 1st year. And take a micro Xerox of All in one in 2nd year for malpractice.
We judge our exam by number of pages filled in exam booklet.
Once in a while, we think why we took engineering.
We come to know project last submission date just one day before last day of submission.
We are the people who carry things look like ‘Machine Gun’ & ‘Bazooka’ (drafter & chart holder) in initial days of 1st year. And beg for H1 pencil, drawing sheet in final year.
We are the one who spend 3 hours of drawing lab to draw margin lines.
We are the one who wants ourselves thrown out of the class so that we can enjoy in canteen.
We are the one who compete with acting skills of Ranbir & Priyanka chopra of Barfi during answering VIVA questions. ( You can plan Barfi 2,3,4 by capturing our expressions during VIVA session.)
We are the one who always think “This time I will work hard and pass in all subjects”.
And lastly, we are the one who say “ My only Aim is to get a degree in any way”.