M.S. RAMAIAH UNIVERSITY OF APPLIED SCIENCES, BANGALORE

All of my close friends have been placed, And as I have already told I was the 2nd to be placed in the group... super happy for all of us. And the best part most of us are in the same city and offices are ridiculously close to each other...basically opposite buildings... Mazaa aagya...😁😁😁😁😁... I was waiting to post this coz 1 bande ka placement bacha tha last... Voh bhi kal hogya... Ab toh shayad saath bhi rahe duplex rent karke... Edit- To the people downvoting coz I didn't reveal my clg... Bhai zabardasti hai kya batau.. kya ho jayega clg

All of my close friends have been placed, And as I have already told I was the 2nd to be placed in the group... But super happy for all of us. And the best part most of us are in the same city and offices are ridiculously close to each other...basically opposite buildings... Mazaa aagya...😁😁😁😁😁... I was waiting to post this coz 1 bande ka placement bacha tha last... Voh bhi kal hogya... Ab toh shayad saath bhi rahe duplex rent karke... Edit- To the people downvoting coz I didn't reveal my clg... Bhai zabardasti hai kya batau.. kya ho jayega

I can’t take it anymore. People outside think NIT Warangal is a top-3, Tier-1 institute, but living here is an absolute nightmare. 1. Basic Infrastructure Failures (No tables, no chairs, broken toilets) No Basic Amenities: We haven't even been provided basic study tables and chairs in our hostel rooms. How is a student supposed to study or sit comfortably in their own room? Sanitation Crisis: The hostel toilets are biohazards. Flushes don't work, jet sprays are completely broken, a

Hostel 3 AM Maggi Chronicles: Slide 1: Gathering 4 people to contribute 1 packet each Slide 2: The illegal electric kettle humming under a blanket so the warden doesn't hear Slide 3: Realizing nobody has a bowl so we are eating it with an ID card ruler Pure hostel engineering. Best meal of the entire week.

I need to put this out there for every 2nd and 3rd year student having panic attacks over their semester marksheet. In my 3rd semester, I had a 5.8 SGPA. My relatives told my parents I was ruining my life. I spent nights crying in the hostel staircase feeling like an absolute failure while my batchmates flexed 9.5 GPA on LinkedIn. Here is what nobody tells you: Companies that build great engineering products do not care if you memorized 8085 microprocessor pin diagrams. They care if you can build distributed architectures, solve complex state issues, and write clean, resilient code. I stopped chasing rote grades, focused 100% on DSA patterns and open-source contributions. Last week, I signed my offer letter for 32 LPA base. Your GPA gets you into the room, but your grit decides how far you walk. Don't give up on yourself.

In 1st year, my dad gave me his old heavy-duty laser printer for my hostel room. When end sems arrived and the campus Xerox shop had a 3-hour line under the scorching sun, I put up a QR code on the hostel notice board offering 1 rupee per page with WhatsApp delivery to your door. Within 3 semesters, I paid off my entire semester tuition fees, bought a second duplex printer, and hired two 1st-year juniors as delivery runners. The campus stationery uncle still gives me dirty looks whenever I buy stationery.

When I entered college, I had no clue what computer science even meant. By the end of 2nd year, I had accumulated 8 backlogs across Engineering Maths, Digital Logic, and Data Structures. I felt paralyzed with shame. I stopped going home for Diwali because I couldn't face the questions. In my 5th semester, a senior sat me down and told me: 'A backlog is just an administrative exam debt. It does not define your intellect. Clear one subject per month and build your GitHub portfolio.' I cleared all 8 backlogs over the next 3 semesters by doing 6 AM study sessions before classes. Last month, I cleared the technical bar at a leading fintech startup in Bangalore. To anyone staring at an N-grade right now: this is merely a chapter, not your whole story.

On our final night before graduation hostel checkout, five of us managed to open the hatch to the old campus observatory dome that had been decommissioned a decade ago. We sat on the wooden floor with our legs dangling out, watching the stars and listening to the distant highway traffic. We promised each other that 10 years down the line, no matter what titles or cities we end up in, we will never forget the 19-year-old kids who lived on 10-rupee chai and dreamed of changing the world together. Four years flew by in the blink of an eye.