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Apr 2, 2009
BAJA a four letter word that creates magic in lives of those who experience it. A phenomenon that has changed several lives, that has given a meaning and a direction to many directionless souls, ignited a passion amongst young hearts and most importantly, made us learn and transform into
better professionals and human beings.
Although it may just look like a high profile student competition but it does not stop there, it has got a lot more to do with. A project where budding engineers leave behind their individualities and work together as a unit bonded with emotions and sentiments for each other and filled with the passion of doing something meaningful out of their monotonous college lives. An event where students shun their usual mug up and score practice, put their brains at work and soil their hands to make a four wheeled beauty whom they nurture as their own kid. We fight, we cry, we work, we starve, we suffer, we enjoy and we bond to do what is beyond the imagination for some. For some it’s an opportunity, for some it’s a joke, for others it becomes a skill set on their resume but for whom it matters it becomes a reason to live, a passion.
BAJA comes to us as a medium to channelize our exuberance which gets wasted in the boorish and impractical education that we sail through our college lives. It all began in September ’06 when the first BAJA SAEINDIA was announced. We registered for the event as team NSIT RACERS. The work progressed and soon got selected in BAJA SAEINDIA. Soon we learnt our first lesson, politics. With internal competition in the institute, there ensued a months long war of words and college politics. Our spirits, strength and more importantly our bonding as a team kept us sailing and a passion with which we feared nothing. And without even knowing, the transformation had begun in us. The first prototype of the vehicle was a glimpse of what was to come in the next twelve months, and yeah, it was only a glimpse. Slowly and steadily we progressed with our vehicle, with late night parties(no need to mention what parties I speak of), abusing the organizers out of our frustration though we never meant most of it, fighting with each other, eating and drinking together, playing pranks,
getting injured, working in the moonlight under the effect of hibernal winds, celebrating life as it came by at each and every moment. Soon the car began to take shape and so did our emotions and sentiments which stand feerless. It had become more of a daily routine of our lives. The journey to
pithampur, the preparations and the visit has ever lasting memories in our minds. It gave me my first job, an internship, a several dozens of friends and abuses from my team mates for screwing up the powertrain which made us lose out at the event, but it literally didn’t matter, except, for some it was
a reason to pick on me. The participation as a team has many fond memories which would last forever in our minds and our heart.
