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Hy,The total fee to be paid for the Autumn Semester 2017-17 is Rs.67,876 (for GEN / OBC candidates) and Rs. 22,876 (for SC/ST/PD).If you choose for hostel accommodation at IIT Bombay, you must pay Rs. 16,000 (Rs. 2,000 refundable mess advance + Rs. 13,000 Semester mess advance + Rs.1,000 towards Bus pass for internal transport for IITB Campus.)Edit- tuition fee is 1 lakh per semester.(in image)1. All the SC/ST/PD students are exempted from payment of Tuition Fee.2. Institute has two semesters in a year i.e. Autumn & Spring.3. Bachelor of Technology (B. Tech.) is a year (8 Semesters) Programme.4. Dual Degree/ 5 yr Integrated M. Sc. is a 5 Year (10 Semester) Programme.5. IIT Bombay reserves right to revise fee structure in subsequent semester.*one time fee only.**Payable in Autumn Semester (July – December) every year..(☆~ signifies heading)☆~PG Level Programme for Working Professionals :The registration for the course(s) can be done at the CEP office. At the time of registration, the candidate should also pay the course fees of Rs. 6,000/- (Rs. Six thousand only) per course, payable by way of Demand Draft in favour of "Registrar, IIT Bombay, (CEP Account)".(The fees cannot be refunded once the registration is done).☆~MDP Course on Resource Mobilization for NGOsRs.30000/- per participant, (if a NGO sends more than one participant then fees applicable will be Rs. 25000/- per participant) covers, tuition, course material, registration, lunch, tea/coffee served during the programme days. The course is non residential and accommodation will not be provided on IIT Bombay campus to the participants. Participants will make their own arrangements of transportation to and from SJMSOM to their destinations. The fees are payable in advance by demand draft drawn in favour of .Registrar, IIT Bombay. All payments should be sent to SJMSOM through SOSVA.A prize is awarded to the participant by SOSVA, for the most successful strategy adopted by him/her in his/her organisation, post 12 months of course completion.☆~IIT Bombay Research Fellowship Scheme~The awardees are selected on the basis of their academic record followed by an interview, and a written test. They are required to work on research projects for a minimum period of two years in different Departments/ Schools/ Centres/ Inter-disciplinary Programs based on their academic background and research interests.The Research Fellowship Scheme is open to B.Tech. / B.E. / M.Tech. / MBA / M.A. / http://M.Com. / http://M.Sc. / MBBS or equivalent degree, with or without experience. Students with research inclinations in Humanities, Bio-sectors, Management and other background are also eligible.The awardees with B. Tech/B.E. or http://M.Sc qualification will are awarded a stipend of Rs. 8,000 - 10,000/- p.m. Degree holders with experience can expect higher amount.Ancillary benefits include funding for participation in national & international conferences, Library facilities and hostel accommodation.IIT Bombay provides assistance to iuts students in three forms- Scholarship, Research Fellowship and Research Assistants.☆~SCHOLARSHIPS~~IIT Bombay provides assistance to its students in three forms- Scholarship, Research Fellowship and Research Assistants.The students of IIT Bombay receive scholarship not just from the institute but also from the private organizations. Government also recognises the brilliant students of IIT Bombay and awards them through the scholarship route.☆~IIT Bombay Scholarship 2017For all students:1. Merit-cum-Means (MCM) Scholarship: Tuition fee waiver (Rs.45,000 per semester) Rs.1000 per month for both semesters in the academic year2. Free Tuition: Tuition fee waiver (Rs.45,000 per semester)For SC/ ST students:1. Free Tuition: Tuition fee waiver (Rs.45,000 per semester)2. Free Messing: only for basic menu Pocket allowance of Rs. 250 per month for both semesters in the academic year; Exemption from payment of hostel room rentFor PD students:1. Free Tuition: Tuition fee waiver (Rs.45,000 per semester)Private scholarships1. Named Merit Scholarships: Rs. 25,000 - Rs.1,50,000 per year2. Named Merit-cum-Means Scholarships: Rs. 25,000 - Rs.1,00,000 per year.☆~Private ScholarshipStudents at IIT Bombay are awarded scholarships by various private organizations too. The criteria adopted by these organizations are same as followed by the IIT Bombay- 'Merit and Means'. The organizations have a separate Scholarship Trust wherein only those students can apply whose parental gross income from all sources does not exceeds beyond Rs 4, 50,000.The IIT alumni in USA have also established a fund for providing scholarships to the brilliant and deserving students of IIT under the name- IIT Bombay Heritage fund Scholarships. The alumni collect funds from all the members of the alumni for the constitution of the scholarship to be awarded to large number of students. The selection criteria for availing scholarship under the IIT Bombay Heritage fund are same as the criteria set up by the Private Organisations.A student can get the full details from the Academic office of the Institute.☆~Government ScholarshipThe students of IIT Bombay can apply for scholarship to the Government besides applying for the same in their institute. The Central government awards National Scholarships to students of every state on the basis of marks scored by them in the previous academic year. A student interested in renewing his/her scholarship also has to submit the progress report of the last academic year.However, those students who have already received the scholarships by appearing in the National Talent Search Examination of the NCERT need not apply to the government again. The NCERT scholarship can be availed till one finishes his/her Masters' programme.☆~Research Fellowship~IIT Bombay awards 100 Research fellowships each year to the students belonging to different colleges across the country, for undertaking research project at its different departments. The Research work is allotted on the basis of a student's academic qualification.The students short listed for the fellowship scheme need not necessarily belong to an engineering background. The fellowship is open even for post graduates in other streams too. For undertaking the research work, the institute provides a fixed amount in the form of stipend. The amount, however, differs with the experience. For instance, the students who are in III year of their B.Tech programme or are in II year of M.A. MSC., http://M.Com and MBA receive Rs 10,000 per month as stipend. The M.Tech degree holders with some experience, on the other hands, are awarded a stipend Rs 2000 more. The students can continue their studies along with the research work.Besides the stipend, the students who are conferred Research fellowship are given a long term membership to the Institute's library for reference purposes.The applications for the fellowship programme are released in the end of December month every year.☆~Research Assistanceship (RA)~The students with a good GATE score are considered for the position of' Research Assistants' by various departments of IIT Bombay. As a Research Assistant the students has look after the concerned department institute and assist in teaching and other works. A Research assistant has to devote a total of 20 hours in a week. They are also given the liberty to complete their M.Tech programme in three years instead of the☆~SUMMER INTERNSHIP SCHEME-The awardees (who have not completed their degrees) have an opportunity to work on projects under the supervision of faculty members/scientists during their summer vacation. On the completion of their degrees, they could be considered for research Fellowship subject to performance during Summer Internship. The Summer Internship scheme is open to pre-final year B.Tech./ B.E./ M.A./ http://M.Com/ http://M.Sc./ M.E./ M.Tech./ MBA/ MBBS or equivalent degree students.Rs. 3000/-p.m. for summer internship (For a maximum of two months).Other benefits include Library facilities and hostel accommodation.SELECTION PROCEDURE(Selection Procedure for Summer Award of Scholarships)The selection procedure consists of preliminary screening of applications, followed by personal interviews that take place in a decentralized manner at the department level.Selection criteria includes consistently brilliant academic performance (relative rank in the class/University), work carried out by the student besides his regular academic work, participation/recognition in competitions such as Techfest, Olympiads, National Talent Search Exams, and performance in the interview.Happy to help you.HOPE IT WILL HELP YOU.THANK YOU.

If any parent can take a lesson out of this, please do.I am a single child of two loving parents.Unfortunately, before I was born, my mother suffered a heavy psychosis. Various times. For checkups, she went to several hospitals but at the time, 60s and such, this was not understood properly.My birth progressed her mental illness and when I was a baby, she (accidentally or not) nearly let me drown in a bathtub.That was a turning point and she was sent away for the rest of her life in the various psych wards and mental hospitals. An adult woman with the mental capacity of a 5-year-old.The divorce came, and my mothers family, devout Christians, pushed the entire town after my father (a priest came knocking, sir, if you leave your wife in times of trouble you will go to hell).The family of my mother kept harassing my father for years. A good Christian doesn't leave his wife. Calls in the night, calling work. Shouting how he was the worst father and whatnot.On top of that, during the divorce proceedings, my family of my mother tried to get me under their care. They lost. But it was agreed that I had to visit my mother every week or two until I reach the age of puberty.That meant in practice, as a primary school kid, I was taken out of class, picked up, send to the psych-ward and visit my mother and brought backover there you meet various people whoshit their pantspeed their pantsthe smell was something I will never forgethit their heads against wallsgrowl like zombiesthey chased me, shouted at me, I was confusedtalk in Klingon Star Trek language or other invented gibberish languagesthey were crawling over the floorsThese people were not physically aggressiveI was 6, 8, 11, rinse repeat periodically. I didn't understand anything. What is this place? And it wasn't just one psych-ward, I visited various.I saw adult bodies acting like 3-year-olds.my Christian family often came along and we played board games. I was told at a far later age that the parents of that family instructed their children to let me win. You know, to make me feel more comfortable. Assholes.My father couldn't pay for all of this, so I was send away to foster families for the entire primary and the majority of secondary school while he could build his career. He was mentally destroyed due to the divorce.I had various mothers, brothers, sisters, fathers. I was frequently not fed, while others were, and just told, sit, be quiet. Or worse, being told, “you are not part of our family”. I didn't understand any of this either, I was 6, 8, 10, I had no reference material what a loving family was. I remember vividly being the reason for anything going wrong at some, and one dared to put a tent in the garden, and when I “screwed up”, I had to sleep outside. Rain, cold, no difference.I moved frequently from foster parents to another, other schools, and well, the frequent visits to my mother never stopped, she was placed in different hospitals.I failed school, and had no interest in anything. I only enjoyed history, math and finance. I could read up on a year of material during the summer before school started, purely out of interest. Chemistry I despised, and during any project at school, I threw all substances in a flask and wanted to see *kaboom*. Nothing of the sorts, just odd gooey. Given I used all materials I couldnt finish my exam, failed and a result a yelling chemistry teacher. I felt sorry for him. I didn't want to be there, and I fucked with something he enjoyed. I totally get that.People tried to bully me, but I didn't understand. I have been isolated all my childhood anyway. I never cried as a kid. If someone told me my mother was a retard, I didn't mind. Those were just words.Once I entered puberty, I stopped visiting my mother. I didn't have to anymore.The family of my mother told me I was a bad son and basically an idiot, which worsened once they saw I failed my last year. Not because I studied and failed. I drew pictures on my exam papers. Why am I doing this biology exam? I don't give a fuck what that bone in my hand or body is called.Two teachers said, kiddo, you are good in maths and finance, we help you get into a good university in London, you ensure you pass your final year (which I previously failed) with top grades. They convinced the dean to not kick me off, but give me one more chance.That final year, they constantly pushed me in front of the class and said, Ross, explain. They then told all other class members, if he gets a 95% score out of a 100%, I will all buy you cake, crisps, fries, rinse repeat.No pressure. I still didn't study, but did pay attention during exams. I passed with the highest grades around the clock, and was called out various amount of times during graduation. They, the school, invited the family of my mother during graduation and the dean and others gave me rewards for being “talented.” Blabla highest grade in maths at that school.The day after the family of my mother laughed in my face. You failed a year in high school, the following you passed with flying colours. You are such an idiot. Why did you waste a full year? At that point I realized, these people don't like me, and will always argue against me. Whatever I do.Before I went to university, I probably already had read upon 3–4 years of BSc and MSc information on maths, finance and anything related. I was obsessed. Mad. Once my first semester started in my first year, it felt I knew it all. I was sad, and I asked far too difficult questions, while others were studying at the pace of the professor. I felt the only way I could learn was by doing it myself and then compare with what the professor said. Lets say not all professors were amused. I frequently passed w/grades over 90% without any effort.I became an assistant, and during my BSc years I was helping out various MSc and MBA folks with work experience who wanted to know more theory. I was frequently asked, how do you know so much? I was like, you daft? I was reading what you are doing now, years ago. They all loved my fire.I wanted to know, what is the link between dry theorem and finance practitioners? No one at uni knew. So I started to reverse engineer filings and annual reports. The risk sections. At this point I was already trading and met various working professionals.One professor had a friend, a managing director at Standard and Poors. He called, said, listen, this kid is crazy, hire him. Now. I had a job before I graduated, no interview, no CV, I walked straight in. Because of this; “gosh, you started work before you graduated” was enough to get into anywhere I wanted once I had graduated.My boss wasn't the best, and once he said, you got to do this and that in my head I heard; fuck you, I don't care what you say, I do what I want. I was that arrogant.But I felt like a fish in the ocean. I would work around the clock. I would sleep in the office. And I approached everyone. From junior to senior. And wherever there was fire, an essential issue, I would try and solve it. Suddenly I had my claws in various teams and helped out many folks. My boss was confused, as “yearly reviews” were of no point. Ross did what he want anyway. Place him in a CMBS desk, and by night he sits at the covered bonds desk helping out those folks. Suddenly he sat in various projects and his role wasn't defined anymore. Ive had various leaders try to fire me, and that backfired, as there were seniors over his head saying; “you crazy? I need him.” And my boss had no idea I did all that work.I had no interest in mundane repetitive tasks. I wanted to solve core issues. Anyone in my way, blocking progress, needs to go away, and I have no problem going over your head to do so.The only way you progress in life (look at the history books) is by doing things different. Following internal policy doesn't allow for that. So that became my regular toilet paper.When I was told, go do this. And I didn’t want. I simply didn't do it. Some line managers went berserk over this, others loved it. Especially clients.If a meeting didn't go the way I want, or I felt it was of no use, I would walk out. Others were shocked. What about your job? Not afraid to get fired? I could't care less. Work is my life, and I am behind the steering wheel. When I smelled bullshit, I would call it out. Now. Not tomorrow.Especially audit, risk assurance, it back office, etc. Or pre-sales folks.Once I had a team and became a manager, I couldn't give a fuck when people came in or left. Work whenever you want. Just get it done. I had folks come in at 6am, and folks in at 11am. Other senior managers became frustrated. Why are you doing this? Their folks came in between 8–9am in a packed tube or metro. I simply replied, I see no point in forcing employees to come and leave work at a time that is not convenient to them. And waste 50% extra time due to traffic jams in the morning or evening. Plus queuing up the elevators or waiting for a coffee.I worked in risk for the majority of my life, as that was ultimately my bread and butter (and still is). I also worked in m&a, but mostly looking at deals from a risk aspect.I wanted to know everything.My energy never stopped.My learning skyrocketed.I lived in various countries.Worked for various companies.I did a whole lot of partying in between.Once I got older, I rekindled briefly with my mother, for a short time. She suddenly passed away due to kidney failure. I was crying buckets, non-stop. And when the crying stopped, it started again. During hospice and the funeral, the entire family of my mother, the one who screwed over my father was there. My father (an old man at that time) was too afraid to enter the nursery home as he was, still, afraid of meeting any of the family members of my mother. We sat outside the building, in the car, and I had to convince him to come. Conditionally upon my family of my mother to be nowhere near. I left, entered the building met the head nurse, “THEY NEED TO GO”. Yes sir. I brought my pops and it was the first time (and last time) since I was back together with my family. My father, mother and myself. In all that time my father didn't have the courage to visit, due to family being an ass. Crying commenced. Me and my dad. I had no idea I could cry that much.He told me it was one of the best decisions I've ever made for him.I was given a box of her stuff when she passed away, inheritance and such. She wrote she was raped by family members when she was a child. I saw red. At that point of reading these people had already passed away.Apparently, she went haywire in various mental hospitals. Walking naked across the halls, threatening with suicide. This wasn't her. It was whatever was eating her brain. I wish I could have reached out to those people and tell them thank you for helping my mother.I realize my work was an escape. The midlife crisis started once bullshit like diversity, equality, political correctness affected my line of work. I am a no-nonsense kind of guy. You have a fishing rod, two balls down there or above, or both at the same time, I do not care. If you don't know how to hedge a bond, price a bond (all basics), if you don't understand simple market mechanics, fuck off and don't waste my time.And yes, I don't know what a loving family means. Or a get together during Christmas. I am very clueless when it comes to those things. I am not driven by prestige, money, or results. I am driven by my eternal hunger and curiosity.My life is very much defined by my childhood. As a result;I never wanted kids.I have no respect for authority.I always look forward.I don't wish my youth upon my worst enemy. Were it not for those two teachers, I might have become a school leaver, homeless alcoholic (I barely drink and never smoked) and might have been dead at this point.It is no surprise I married a woman (single child, also troubled childhood).I felt I was done with living once I reached 30ish. I experienced more than some folks do in a whole life. Take the good parts, avoid my mistakes, but above all, live. Live your life. No one else should drive your car.

This is a bit of a tricky question. I’ll share my story given I feel I am an example of a ‘beginner with no fucking experience’ into a full-blown career into quantitative finance, from roles to being a quant as well as being an i-banker.When I started trading, I was young and stupid, I had not much background in Maths, let alone a background in anything. I wasn’t yet 18. I was obsessed about how the financial markets worked. This as my dad received expensive investment letters in the mail (they don’t do that anymore) from the bank packed with stock recommendations. I saw my dad earn more money with stocks than I did working a crap supermarket job 5 days a week after school. All he did was follow advice given by the bank.. Could it be that easy?Given I was below 18, my dad opened another trading account under his name, I could put money there and started trading. I felt I had an advantage, because my dad received these letters from his private banker about stock recommendations. I noticed quickly, that these recommendations were full of shit unfortunately...The reasons which were given why a firm would go up or down just didn’t make sense to me. You don’t have to be 40 years old and 22 years of experience in trading to smell that something is off. 95 out of a 100 times it is just common sense. It could be as simple as, a firm get’s 10% of it’s revenue out of country X, while 90% is country Y. And the entire recommendation bit in the letter would be about how that particular 10% in country X could grow to 15%.. ‘Buy buy buy!’I was still in high school, but my grades suffered. Trading was much more fun that reading how my bones were called. I fucked up a serious amount of modules at high school. I never studied, did all logic thinking. So only did well in mathematics and economics.I enjoyed reading about firms I was investing in. I realized that I didn’t understand certain terminology in annual reports. I didn’t understand why goodwill could change so significantly over a year and so forth. So I had a marker and shit-loads of annual reports I went through many firms I had an interest in. Reading - marking - reading - marking - reading, it even became more important on the toilet…Whatever I didn’t understand I would write down. Looking it up on books, everywhere. I was trying to be like a sponge. Soaking up information…Back at high school, I was about to graduate but I needed a thesis for graduation. I did it on, how convenient, trading. Technical indicators, fundamental indicators. I was back-testing all sorts of indicators in Excel. It was fun. However, I was a duly noted idiot who still had to learn the world, I still didn’t grasp the bigger picture. I graduated with a flunky degree, I fucked up many modules except for Maths, Economics and History (I had a genuine interest in history so I read the entire book for 1 semester in 2 weeks).Finally I found myself studying in London, doing an mixed econometric/economics/finance degree. I had 2 finance modules, 2 economics modules, 2 econometric modules every year, and 2 modules I could pick myself. I came into a class full of people who followed the; “I want to become an investment banker and work for Goldman Sachs” dream. It was delusional and not very motivating. Because of all my pre-studies I’ve done as a hobby, I absolutely nailed every module. I became bored incredibly quickly. We had Bloomberg terminals at university and that caused me to spend every free single minute on such a computer (this includes Sundays). I wrote down every ticker, what it did, what it could do. All the ins’ and out’s. The funny tickers, how to track this or that. I wrote it all down. Before the end of the first semester as a first year BSc, I was asked to be the assistant of a Finance professor for his finance MBA and MSc classes. Finally some fun.. fuck.. all those guys were very similar minded: “I want to become an investment banker and work for Goldman Sachs”Many of the students I worked with, were all crazy about trading. They gave me all sorts of advice. They told me about all sorts of candle sticks patterns, MACD, RSI, Aroon indicator, yada-yada…So a period of testing started. I had friends of mine telling me how ‘awesome’ these indicators were, I had data of the stock market, and the variables which ‘apparently’ predicted the stock market. It wasn’t difficult to start putting back-testing models together. I quickly realized that all this technical analysis is complete horse shit and I found dozens’ of ways to debunk every technical indicator thrown at me. Again, I became disillusioned.My maths’ teacher was a guy who studied Maths at Cambridge in the 70′s. He was a old-school ‘you can’t fuck with me’ kind of type. He was the only one who kept challenging me - and therefore I picked him as my thesis supervisor - how convenient - a topic about automatic trading with stocks. This time, in contrast to my high school time, I had much more developed models, I had much more data, I had a professor kicking my nuts, I didn’t just have technical variables, I had dozens of macro variables, from precipitation data to gold price, unemployment to house prices to price of oranges. Plus, I actually automated my models into live automatic trading models through an API. I did well during my studies. Not because I studied, but because I enjoyed. I didn’t study to get an A, I couldn’t give a fuck about grades. I enjoyed understanding the topic, hence when asked during an examination if I understood in the form of questions, it wasn’t difficult to get boat loads of A’s every year. I was the only one of my class who graduated with a first.I started off my working career in Standard and Poors, looking at credit ratings and models (I know.. don’t start..). I was curious why certain models of Moody’s, Fitch or S&P would be so different. What drives this difference? Once again I was quickly disillusioned. A friend of mine at S&P told me to study Quantitative Finance as a masters. And so I did - in the continuous search for answers which started before I finished high school.Going back to study, I quickly realized how backwards thinking the world of academia is in comparison to what is ‘practical applications of mathematics in the financial industry’. I saw what professors had to do to make their articles ‘publishable’. It wasn’t as interesting as I thought it would be, you could qualify it as having to be ‘politically correct’. During studies we had all this crap about Markowitz, random models, Euler equations, Brownian motions. All this shit about risk adjusted performance metrics, the Sharpe ratio was the epitome of stupidity. It was so out of date. I’ve had a few interviews with proprietary trading boutiques and hedge funds, and they weren’t able to convince me. I went for a quant position at a big bank instead. I started working before I graduated, yet needed a thesis. Again, I realized the conflict between the world of academia and the world of finance about how to practically apply mathematics in real world scenarios. It was like water and fire. It fucking sucked horse manure given my thesis supervisors didn’t see the light on the same topic. One point, at that bank, I once had lunch with an older gentleman who did equity research. He left me annual reports of firms he investigated and marked every metric he felt smelled off and dropped it at my desk. Once again I felt the young boy, and I enjoyed that much more than trying to do something ‘academically justifiable’.I’ve worked as a Quant for a while, getting great satisfaction until that ended. The majority of other QF students all went for investment banking jobs. After getting fucked up eyes having to deciphered endless lines of codes I felt it was time for a change. The switch quant to investment banking was extremely easy. I realized the search for ‘what drives this or that - quantitative analysis’ was still essential in the i-banking industry, so with a quantitative background I enjoyed looking at similar processes as I’ve done ever since my last years at high school. After that I was job-hopping across the world, ending up everywhere, in all sorts of functions, all quantitative analysis related. All about ‘why does this happen, what is the driver?’ - ‘does this make sense’ and so forth.Moral of the storyI am an example of someone who had bat-shit knowledge about maths as a young kid, yet ending up doing a quantitative career in finance. But questions like; “how do I break into quantitative analysis” are questions I’ve never asked myself when I as young. I don’t really know anyone who did either.. You just do - and progress from there.My entire path was always about, why the fuck does this happen? And why the fuck does that happen?My best learning examples have been peers who were more clever than me (my math’s professors at university for example) or trading buddies and quants at work. Books and studies, events and conferences in general were absolutely fucking useless and tend to be extremely politically correct. Especially conferences.So on the question; “can you teach yourself?” Yes!I still code, I only do MATLAB nowadays and still work in the financial industry.