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Dream on, Move on, Go MAPC.

I have always believed that I should do my part and trust others with their parts and eventually all things will fall into place. As a matter, it’s often not that straightforward and sometimes people require a nudge or two but thankfully, things often do fall into place. That’s what is important; show must go on, objectives must be completed and organisation must prosper. And that is what MAPC has tried to do irrespective of the challenges that presented themselves in front of the Team.

The Media and Publishing Club, IIT Roorkee SRE campus often abbreviated as MAPC of which I happen to be the Manager is certainly on a rise and that’s what keeps me content in spite of a highly unproductive last week. Team has finally effaced their differences, every other In-DePTh (campus newsletter) seems to be better than the previous one, team is never short of ingenious ideas, we are finally dreaming big and reaching out for them. We have figured out an efficient and effective way to come up with In-DePTh, we are planning to organize events and we, finally, have a room. It seems we are progressing for excellence as a Team (not perfection). 

What is the difference between excellence and perfection? Perfectionism and excellence are separated by a thin line, and yet that line declares excellence as a pro and perfection as a con. Perfection is vague; you can’t define how something is perfect and thus you don’t know what you need to do to achieve perfection, you’ll never do anything, you’ll procrastinate. Perfectionism gives an idea of something absolute and stagnant, you can’t go beyond that and thus you can never achieve it because nothing is absolute. Excellence is not vague; you know how you can achieve excellence: You just need to do better than the last time. So, excellence is a dynamic and sustained process with every new version outperforming the previous one. Since, I possess an ardent desire for incessant rise, I endorse strive for excellence.

It seems I can’t help myself from preaching every once in a while. Even though I suggest MAPC is rising, I acknowledge the fact that there are still several small issues that persist and there will be several graver issues of concern in future. Moreover, the fact we are short of funds and authorities in Roorkee are still inconsiderate can never be neglected. In spite of all,  I fervently believe that the entire team(including me) has improved enough with time, effacing all their shortcomings, that they can tackle every hindrance with their untrammelled dedication and enthusiasm. It seems a lot of good things are yet to come for MAPC. So,
Stay Hungry, Stay Foolish. 



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