Dear Informatics College Pokhara, What Exactly Are Students Paying For?

If you're thinking about joining ICP, especially for BBA, please do more research than I did.

I walked into ICP expecting a college.

I walked out feeling like I paid lakhs for disappointment.

Let's start with the BBA programme.

You enroll believing you're pursuing a Bachelor of Business Administration because that's how it's advertised and promoted. Then later you discover your final degree is a Bachelor of Arts qualification. Whether that's technically correct on paper or not, it's something students deserve to understand clearly before they commit years of their life and a huge amount of money.

Now let's talk about the actual education.

The courses felt ridiculously basic.

No depth.

No challenge.

No real business exposure.

No industry-level learning.

For a programme called BBA, I expected to learn actual business. Accounting. Taxation. Finance. Real-world business operations.

Instead, it often felt like I was paying college fees to sit through endless soft-skill modules and surface-level content.

I'm not even joking when I say YouTube taught me more useful things than some of my classes.

Now for the part that made me genuinely angry.

The grading.

Nothing kills motivation faster than feeling like effort doesn't matter.

There were times when it felt like the same handful of students kept getting rewarded while everyone else was fighting for scraps. People worked their ass off, stayed up all night on projects, put in real effort, and still watched others somehow walk away with better results.

And before anyone says I'm just upset about grades, let me tell you what completely destroyed my faith in the system.

We had a competition that carried the highest weightage in a subject.

It wasn't hidden behind closed doors.

It wasn't judged by one lecturer.

It was held publicly in the basketball court with multiple judges and teachers.

Our team came FIRST.

We won.

Not second.

Not third.

FIRST.

So naturally we thought, "Finally. Here's something objective. Here's something nobody can manipulate."

Apparently not.

Not all members of the winning team received top grades.

Meanwhile, another team that didn't even place in the top three somehow had every member receiving top grades.

Read that again.

The winning team didn't all get top grades.

The non-winning team did.

That was the exact moment I stopped believing grades reflected performance.

Because how do you explain that?

Seriously.

How?

The more time I spent there, the more it felt like some students were permanently under a spotlight while others were invisible no matter how hard they worked.

Not everyone is loud.

Not everyone is popular.

Not everyone spends their time trying to be noticed.

Some students quietly put in twice the effort and get half the recognition.

Those are the students I felt sorry for.

Then there's the management.

The RTE department was one of the most frustrating experiences I've ever had in an educational institution. Every interaction felt exhausting. Every question felt like an inconvenience. Every problem felt like something they wished you hadn't brought up.

And don't even get me started on some of the faculty.

Some teachers were genuinely amazing and deserve respect.

Others had egos so massive they could barely fit inside their own classrooms. The type who take questions personally. The type who can't handle disagreement. The type who make students regret opening their mouths. There were also some male teachers whose behavior came across as openly dismissive toward female students, treating their opinions and contributions differently in ways that felt deeply unprofessional and, at times, outright misogynistic.

And the IT programme?

Imagine paying premium fees and then finding out some classes are being taught by people who were students there not that long ago. Nothing against fresh graduates, but students paying this much money expect experienced lecturers and industry professionals.

The worst part isn't the money.

Money can be earned again.

The worst part is the wasted years.

The wasted potential.

The feeling that hard work wasn't always enough.

The feeling that some students never really got a fair chance to shine.

Maybe your experience will be different.

Maybe you'll love it.

Mine left me with one conclusion:

Aafno future barbad garna cha bhane ICP join garnu.