Archives January 6, 2020

Objectives and Specifications:

This competition aims at testing the Surveying skill among the participant. The participants will compete with each other in the Centering, leveling and targeting competition.
The competition will have two rounds.
ROUND 1: QUIZ: 20 questions related to engineering surveying. Top 25 will be selected for the second round.
ROUND 2: Theodolite leveling, Centering – time and accuracy of both are judged and evaluated. Targeting and data computation will also be tested.

ENTRY FEE: NRS 50

• Prizes:
  • First Prize: NRs 2000
  • First Runner Up: NRs 1000

• Manager: Prakash Bhandari (9861158967)
• Coordinators: Prajwol Thapa, Rabin Lamichhine

REGISTRATION CAN BE DONE UPTO 1 HOUR BEFORE THE COMPETITION.

Show your interest by registering here.

Results:

• Winner: (Pulchowk Campus)
  • Sahil Shrestha
• Runner Up: (Pulchowk Campus)
  • Anish Kumar Mahato
• Second Runner Up:(KEC, Kalimati)
  • Shree Chandra Rai

1. The participants up to the Bachelors level can only participate.
2. The poems can be in language Nepali or English and Only original content are accepted.
3. The poems in any topics are accepted.
4. The competition will be held in two rounds. In first-round, 15 poems are shortlisted by the panel of Judges.
5. In the second round, the top 15 poems are recited in public in the finale program.
6. The decision made by the judges will be the final decision and the respective participant shall be awarded the IOE POETRY CHAMP 3.0. The poem which gets the highest number of votes from the audience shall be awarded THE PEOPLEs CHOICE AWARD.

Poems must submitted at: ioepoetrychamp@gmail.com

• Manager: Prakash Bhandari(9861158967 )
• Co-ordinator: Mohit Joshi (9865859731)

The poems must be submitted by 1st of Magh 2076

• Prizes:
  • First Prize NRs 5000
  • Second Prize NRs 2000
  • Third Prize NRs 1000

Specifications:

1. The model should be related to the theme of the Civil Engineering Exhibition 2076.
2. The competition expects a scaled physical model of Civil Engineering subject related structures for BE Students
3. For +2 students, the model based on the theme of the Civil Engineering Exhibition 076 will be preferred. But any creative science-based models are accepted.
4. A maximum of three teams is allowed from each college.
5. Each team should have at most 6 (six) members.
6. The size of the model should be less than 1.5m*1.5m.

REGISTRATION DEADLINE: MAGH 8

• ENTRY FEES:
  • +2 MODEL COMPETITION: NRs 3500
  • BE MODEL COMPETITION: NRs 6000
  • Deposit your fee in Siddartha Bank A/C no: 00915143948 A/C name: CESS-NEPAL

Prizes: Techno Civil- 2076 Award with NRs 28000 Cash

• Manager: Prakash Bhandari (9861158967, bhandarip282@gmail.com)
• Co-ordinators: Pradeep Poudel(9867176507), Pushpa Shukubhuttu

For Registration, fill out the forms below:
- For BE Student

- For +2 Students

 -समीप पाैडेल (074BCT533) (पुल्चोक क्याम्पस)

 "म यी अक्षरको आवाज हूॅ,
 अक्षर, क्रान्तिको निम्ति बिरोधको स्वर बन्छ, 
 स्वर, परिवर्तनको निम्ति सडकको टायर बन्छ,
 टायर, मुक्तिको निम्ति डढेको खरानी बन्छ,
 खरानी, विकासको निम्ति तातो अलकत्रा बन्छ,
 म यी सबैको प्रतिबिम्ब हूॅ!"

 "म अक्षरको निम्ति क्यान्भास हूॅ,
 क्यान्भास, बिरोध हैन सुशासनको आधार बन्छ,
 आधार, टायरको निम्ति सुकिलो फ्रेम बन्छ,
 फ्रेम, शान्तिको निम्ति स्वयम्भूको पर्खाल बन्छ,
 पर्खाल, शिरको निम्ति उच्च धरहरा बन्छ,
 तॅ होलास् क्रान्तिको मसिहा,
 म शान्तीको अग्रदुत हूॅ!"

 "के तेरो शान्तीको भजन 
 आफ्नो झुठो प्रचार त हैन?
 जिब्रोलाई अन्धकारमा लुकाएर
 देखिएको दाँतलाई शान्ती भन्छस्?
 दराजको एउटा कुनामा धनको भण्डार लुकाएर
 खनाइएको चन्द श्वेत असर्फिलाई समृद्धि भन्छस्?
 रातमा कुधन्दाको रुमाल ओढेर
 दिनमा सुकिला दौरा सुरुवाल लगाउनुलाई सुख भन्छ्स्?
 स्वाभिमानरूपी केशको आहुती दिएर
 आत्मसमर्पणको झन्डा लहराउनुलाई जित भन्छस्?"

 "पख् न हे पख्,
 अझ शान्तीको उदय हुनै बाकी छ,
 ओठ खुलेर खुशी दाँतको आकृति
 जिब्रोमा पर्नै बाकी छ।
 दराजको कालो धनलाई श्वेत रङ्याएर 
 अपराधीलाई कालो मोसो दल्नै बाकी छ।
 कुधन्दाको रुमाललाई कानुनरूपी बल 
 प्रयोग गरेर सेताम्मे बनाउनै बाकी छ।
 तेरो हारको आत्मसमर्पणमाथि मेरो जीतको
 झन्डा फरफराउन नै बाकी छ।"

 "तेरो उपस्थितिलाई शान्तीको रूप नदे,
 भ्रमरूपी स्वेतबीज नछर्,
 मेरो कुप्रचारको सहयोगमा आफ्नो सिंहासन नसजा,
 कुकर्मलाई कालो रङ्ग नरङ्ग्या, 
 तँ रङ्गको एउटा छेउमा, म अर्को छेउमा,
 हामी दुबै प्रकृतिको काखमा,
 नभुल्, स्वाभिमानमा उठेको शिरको केश कालो,
 अन्यायको विरुद्ध अडिग रहने कानुनदेविको रङ कालो,
 क्रान्तिको निम्ति चलेको हरेक कलमको मसि कालो,
 भर्खरै जन्मेको बालकको आशारूपी आखाको नानी कालो,
 मसि कालो हो, तर नराम्रो हैन
 अर्काको अस्मितामाथी लागेको आखा नराम्रो हो तर कालो हैन
 कुनै कालो नराम्रो होला, तर नराम्रो कालो हैन,
 आइज तँ र म मिलेर एक अर्काको पूरक बनम्,
 तँ ममा आफ्नो रङ्ग भर्,
 म तँमा आफ्नो रङ्ग भर्छु,
 तँ खुला आकाशमुनि पहरा दे,
 म अँध्यारो कोठामा लठ्ठी चलाउछु,
 तँ सेतो झन्डा उच्च बनाइराख्,
 म कुकर्मलाई कालो झन्डा देखाउछु
 तँ दिनमा नारीको रक्षा गर्,
 म रातमा पापीको अाँखा सिलाउछु ।" 

समीप पाैडेल
074BCT533
पुल्चोक क्याम्पस

by Sneha Bhatt (072BCE) (Pulchowk Campus)

One, two, three……. seven, eight. Eight paper cranes of different colors lay on the table, carefully placed aside. Blue, red, light pink, yellow; they looked as if life had been bestowed upon them and all they needed was a gentle push- and they could claim the whole sky. Aastha was working on her ninth crane, this one also out of blue paper. Since few weeks, this had been a routine for her- making as many paper cranes as she could. This way her eleven-year old mind was convinced, that she could save her brother’s life.

Her brother Suyog, was twenty. A typical teenager-turned-adult, he was highly ambitious, had dreams Aastha couldn’t even understand. He studied psychology, a word she couldn’t spell, but he had told her it was related to mind.

‘Brother, if the P in psychology is silent, can I too add a P in front of my name?’ she had once asked.

His reaction, was to laugh like a maniac. Since that day, he had started calling her Paastha, and then settled for Pasta.

Last winter, Suyog had caught a Jaundice. It had started off as a light fever and some itchiness, which he had initially brushed it off. Then it got worse. It had been almost 4 months, he wasn’t showing any signs of recuperating.

Aastha felt lonely without him. Both her parents had jobs, so she used to spend most of her time at home with her brother. He would sometimes bring her chocolates out of his pocket money, or dvds of her favorite cartoon. At times when mother and father were late, he’d cook noodles for her. It was always noodles he made, probably because that’s all he knew. He could be really annoying at times, though. Taking advantage of Aastha’s gullible nature and childlike innocence, he’d play lots of pranks on her, scare her with stories of ghosts and ghouls. But all in all, she had dreaded the prospect of being without him.

‘Mamu, is Suyog going to die?’, she had once asked when they were visiting Suyog at the hospital.
‘No chori, he’s going to be fine.’
‘Will he be able to play badminton with me once he comes home?’
‘Of course dear. And we’ll make him his favorite mo:mos. Will you help me?’, her mother had said, wiping Aastha’s tears.
‘Of course…… Um, Mamu?’
‘Yes dear.’
‘I don’t want him to die.’

Then there was silence.
As much relieved she wanted to be upon hearing her mother’s words, she couldn’t put herself at peace, because shortly after, she’d heard her mother and the doctor conversing in hushed tones.
The doctor had said something about hepatic hyper-something. Not that she understood, but judging her mother’s expression, she could tell it was something horrible.

Why did these grownups have to use such difficult words for everything?
Was Suyog really going to die?

One day in school, her best friend had told her about the myth of a thousand cranes.

 ‘If you make a thousand paper cranes, your wish can come true’, she had said in a matter-of-fact tone.

Upon hearing this,  Aastha had wanted to try this out. There was nothing in this world she wanted more than her brother’s recovery, surely she could save him.

So, she set on her big mission. Like a baker who had just learnt a new recipe, Aastha invested all of her time and energy into the one thing she really, really cared about at the moment- nothing else mattered.

She had started saving her pocket money for origami papers and learnt how to make them from her best friend. It wasn’t easy at first, the cranes she made were clumsy, some with blunt edges. She’d throw away almost half the cranes she made. With the passing days and a lot of practice, the amount of clumsy cranes started decreasing; about 10 at first, then 8, then 5, 2, 1, 2, 1, 1, until she every crane she made was perfect.

By now, she had made 257 cranes, still a long way to go. Today morning, she made eleven. The same number as her age. Fear and anxiety had started gripping her from the inside- there wasn’t much time. At this rate, she couldn’t make more than 500 cranes. Now she wished she had let her best friend help her.
 With each passing day, she was growing more and more anxious.

Her cranes now amounted up to 477 in total. She had been almost sure her brother wouldn’t live. It had been days since had visited him in the hospital, she couldn’t gather her courage to see his face.
‘Don’t you worry Pasta, I’m not done troubling you yet. Just let me get out of this hospital, then I’ll take you to the fun park. We’ll have lots of fun there, and I’ll even buy you an ice cream. Now, there, there, don’t cry idiot, I’ll be fine in no time, I promise.’

She could make about 20 cranes in a day now, but that was still not enough. She had started making them during class too.

Then one day, both her parents had gone to the hospital early. It appeared to be an emergency. Now, Aastha was sure Suyog was going to die. If only she had been able to make a thousand paper cranes or she hadn’t been clumsy in the beginning! It was all her fault that he would die.
She didn’t feel like making cranes today, only felt like crying out loud.

When her parents came home from hospital, they were horrified to see their daughter’s condition. Mother went to hug her and console her that everything was going to be okay. But Aastha would hear none of it, only said something between her sobs, barely audible.
‘I tried mamu…….not enough cranes….promised me……..’
‘Chori what happened? Calm down and tell me.’
‘I wanted to make a thousand cranes so that Suyog could be okay. But I made only these many, and these aren’t enough. It’s all my fault Mamu. Now I don’t have to make them anymore- he’s not coming, is he?’

Taking a moment to marvel at her daughter’s innocence, her mother hugged her and finally said, ‘These cranes are beautiful dear, your brother will love them. One thing you’re right about, you won’t have to make them anymore. The doctor called us in the early morning and told us we could bring him home in a few days.’

Sneha Bhatt
072BCE
Pulchowk Campus