Veer Surendra Sai University of Technology - Description

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UCE was established on 12 August 1956 with three departments – Civil Engineering, Mechanical Engineering, and Electrical Engineering. At that time the current building was not finished so the college started in a building now known as the Bharati Club, and students lived in the quarters of the Hirakud Dam project.

The campus covers an area of 200 acres (0.81 km2) in the hills near the River Mahanadi. Located near the Hirakud Dam, the university is a few kilometers away from the intersection of NH-06 and NH-42.The access route from NH-06 travels up to the Golden Jubilee gate at the entrance of college.

To the left of the gate stands the college library, the oldest and the largest technical library in Orissa, while to the other side there is the college auditorium. The campus encompasses department buildings, the Administrative Block, a workshop, a central internet facility, and a number of laboratories. The college has a gymnasium and yoga centre for its students. The campus has a playground and courts for basketball, volleyball, tennis, and badminton.

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