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Presidency College or Rather University as it is now, is one of premium bodies of academic excellence in the country. A perfect concoction of liberal rules, friendly scholars and a vast campus that willingly embraces all and sundry who pay a visit... Making them feel at home, and welcome to be a part of a giant family of brilliance, culture and definitely the spirit ...Now some might just feel that being an outsider myself, why am I praising Presi so much? Specially with Xavier's being my Alma Mater, the only rival of Presi worth mentioning, in its status of a premium college in this City of Joy. It might seem that I am not doing the obvious," TAKING SIDES" ,however for me Presi has been like a dream neighbour. The sense of warmth in its formality is way more explicit than perhaps any visual/vivid displays of affection...The experience was surely a journey worth remembering for just the right reasons...I do not know her name, but DEEDEE, As Rai calls her was also someone whose company I loved during my short stint in the college...Every visit is not as eventful ... But some surely are.  One on ,my best friend Rai's birthday and second on Sam's birthday and not to forget yesterdays visit. These  are certainly days I would remember for a very long long time...I am not here to talk about the events, so not going into details, I must mention a few points... Lets have it as 5point something on My Experiences In Presi...

1. I never felt so much at home in any other institute other than ones I belonged to.....

2.Its jinxed, I had a fight with Rai, on twelve out of fifteen visits to Presi. On perhaps the stupidest issues men can think of.    

3. The stairway of Main Building reminded me of the Stairway to Heaven, except the fact that once I climbed up,and it became a reason of a feudal war with Rai...

4. Its not often that you sing christmas carol with friends sitting in a canteen filled with people in the weirdest tune possible yet extracting a world of joy  (We were singing Joy To The World, with Tunir Ma as a filler)

5.0. Its not often that cold drinks are addressed by complexion rather than taste 

5.1. Its not often when you are in dilemma of choosing your company... Having two closest friends on opposite sides   

5.2.Its not often that you feel lost amidst your closest friends... For moment (read comment) of two...

5.25. Its not often that you discuss HanCOCK and THE Third Nipple with the same person and yet not get to be Will Smith  

5.3. Its not often that you sit on the roof and muse over the contents of a far lying bottle, believing in legends of pee and poo...

5.4. Its not that often when people who hardly know you for a few days notice you not wearing glasses, and welcome you with warm smiles and greetings ,when time trusted friends overlook.Thank You Aritri, Puja and Sean 

5.5 Its not often you see such an amazing senior junior bonding from day one! Specially for me being a part of an engineering college...Thank you DeeDee..

5.5. Its not often when you can read the most amazing one liners in a dining hall... or the fantastic display of softer human emotions by helping out an old woman, by buyin all the stationary she sells each week...

5.6. Its not often when a stranger from the English department is hit by swine flu by the mere presence of a Xaverian. 

5.7 Its not often when a visit to paramount seems so unlikely because of a civil war.Sorry Patralekha...

5.8. Its not often when your friend does not attend a single class just to give you company. Thank you Sam and Rai.

5.9. Its not often that you are chased by metro authorities for monkey business in the station...Or contemplating on sweet methods of suicide... By a Kiss Of Death  

5.10. Its not often that that you make friends so easily so as to decide their dress code and plan out walks in the rain

5.11. Its not often when you feel at ease with almost any acquaintance around or even trying to add up marks of a faculty who can give me a fair competition in handwriting

5.12. Its not often when you practice a typical Bitch Snap or sit in a cosy union room discussing the supernatural with strangers yet feel wanted... 

5.13. Its not often when a misunderstanding of the extremity of being a member from a rival gang is as easily sorted as a walk down Jessore Road into a Durga Puja Pandal. Thank you Ritwik...

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