The complete Lack of Knowledge of Big Data, Analytics & BI ( Business Intelligence) across all Engg Colleges in West Bengal is creating the severe Unemployment among the Students.
As per Statistics, only 25-30% of the total passouts get campus jobs ,rest heading towards an uncertain future This year, Colleges were not able to fill MINIMUM SEATS...24,500 Seats out of 35,000 seats Remained Vacant Big groups with Multiple Engineering Colleges had to shut down some of their colleges...WHY? Reason was only 26 Students enrolled in all the Streams ITS ALARMING... WAKE UP... IITs have already incorporated BIG DATA trainings in their curriculums.In fact, IIT KGP has started a year long workshop in ANALYTICS with R Programming ( R for Analytics LEARN R ) -Courtesy :Economic Times (Pic Below) A simple Job Search in NAUKRI.COM will show there are more than 2000 JOB HEADS with more than 15000 + BIg Data, Hadoop,Analytics Requirements at 0 level meaning at FRESHER Level. Then why are the Govt. & Private Engineering Colleges in Bengal Lagging behind? There is practically no AWARENESS in this highly valuable CAREER PATH for ENGG STUDENTS which will fetch more than 44 lakhs jobs by 2015.
Shortfalls without Big Data:
§In Gartner’s BI Summit Stats 2013, 75% of the current data
warehouses will not be able to meet the demands of velocity and complexity
aspects of the data.
§86% of organizations won’t be able to deliver the right
information in the right time.
§On an average only 43% of the business potential of organization
are being realized.
§Only 13% of the organizations are using predictive.
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Year 2002. 2nd year into the dreaded chase
called Engineering.
I was sitting in a smoky, ghostly room with fellow Mech-ies
enjoying rather a strong brew. Tranced into the ocean of Bengali renaissance songs,
we hovered in a make-believe happy little world. All sorts of topic, ranging
from girls in the ladies hostel to the ever increasing price of liquors were
being seriously discussed. I really don’t know how that name came to my mind.
It just came .Perhaps I was a bit high. And I started.
‘It seems…’ there was a pause. All looked at me with utter
disinterest. ‘The chaos in the world is perennial. And as per Naipaul… .’ I was
unable to complete my sentence when one of my friends popped up.
‘Chandrapaul’s brother?’ he looked at me with hazy eyes. ‘Did
he also play for West Indies?’ .I… somewhat felt being in midst of a curfew .No
one was there except for the burning flames which was lapping me up internally.
‘Hmm…I know re’ said another intelligent fella. ‘He played for Trinidad and Tobacco’.
Trinidad and Tobacco… Trinidad and Tobacco…it echoed quite some time inside my
alcohol-ed head till I went up. I left the room. The brew tasted bitter by now.
Many years later while reading Sashti brata’s my god died young (kind of his autobiography written at mere age of
28-29) I read of a similar situation.
S.B. (another S.B. mind it!) writes:
We
were at dinner round the marble table, some dozen faces in all. In between all
the inane chatter I managed to scatter my pearls. ‘We no longer live in
Wasteland,’ I said. ‘The ground is rich once again and Eliot’s voice is weak
with fatigue…..’
At
this point I was rudely halted by my eldest brother.
‘Who
is Eliot’ he queried.
I
felt stung. My orations ceased. I looked blank and cold.
I felt nothing much has changed. In all these years. My god died young was first
published in 1968. It was 2002 for me.
Life went on. Chandrapaul did
hit a few centuries after that and Naipaul was hit by a few controversies. The world
mostly remained the same. We completed our engineering with bruises and burns.
Jobs were rarer than girls. Slowly Naipaul retired temporarily to the dug-out
and Bill Gates appeared with his word (MS Word man!). I somehow crash-landed in
one of the country’s most esteemed software dressing room, oops! I mean
Software Company.
There by
heaven’s virtue and God’s grace I met an IT engineer cum Bengali Renaissance poet.
I was extremely proud to share our rented apartment with him. Off course others
were there, but he was the most intellectual artiste. Different he was in all ways. Our beloved cook who cooked
snakes and ladders provided vital information about the great soul. In those
troubled and poverty stricken times, the sole television set was the Kohinoor of
our flat. It helped us blue-ing our weekends with cheap source of entertainment.
I told you, troubled times it was! Now, this great soul and intellectual artiste never cultivated in blues .We
acknowledged it also. With his renaissance motive on high, it might falter him in
the path. Our respect increased manifold. Till it got punctured .Our snakes and
ladder cook had watched our respected friend to carry our Kohinoor to his room
and make the whole room blue. I felt it was his need of the hour and dismissed
it as a minor pimple in the face of our moon-ish friend.
Life went on. On
one such boring night I asked him about his best English novel (The beeest Eenglish
Novel, mind it!). I was waiting eagerly you know. It was like stealing some
diamonds from his ocean of intellect. When he scratched his French-cut and said
‘Hmm…there’s plenty…But…recently I liked…’ . ‘Which one?’ I shouted in my
excitement.
‘There’s a book called I too had a lovely story…nice
but one problem’. I felt stung. My orations ceased. I looked blank and cold. ‘What
problem’ I meekly asked. ‘The name you know…It should have been… I too had a dog story…so
much like our life…’. ‘True’ I said somewhat absent-minded.
From then I loved dogs. Still I love them. Whenever the
bar-man ask me, I have one constant reply. ‘Black Dog, 8 years’. Not a very old
dog you see, just 8 years. Couple of days back with my Dog on my table I was
unhappily shouting a few lines (Metallica was on their full pitch) to one of my
office colleague. ‘You know…Philip Roth is retiring…Sad...Isn’t it?’. He looked
at me surprised. ‘What has happened to you, Basu???…why are you lamenting for
an English cricketer…Is Philip in the recent India-England series?’
I felt stung. My orations ceased. I looked blank and cold. Life
went on. Chandrapaul did hit a few more centuries after that and Naipaul… perhaps
had retired in Trinidad and Tobacco.
- Saptarshi Basu *************** Saptarshi Basu, a Gold Medallist in Mechanical Engineering, has been in the IT industry for the last 8 years and he has worked for the top 3 IT companies of India (INFOSYS,TCS & WIPRO). However, writing has always been his first love and passion. His debut novel Love {Logic} and the God's Algorithm is now a national best-seller in Infibeam, a premier online store. His second novelAutumn in My Heart, published by Vitasta Publishing with Times group launched in november'11, has already created a lot of stir due to its theme on homosexuality. Visit his website for more information
