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XAVIER'S FAREWELL CEREMONY

The passing out ceremony of the Class 12 students of St. Xavier's Collegiate School organised by the Old Boy's Association ( ALSOC ) was held on 9th February.The Chief Guest was Niel O'Brien, a Xaverian along with the Headmaster of the school, Fr. J. Francis, the Prefect,
Fr. B. D'Santos and the Hon. Secretary of ALSOC, Mr. Noomi Mehta. The event was marked by speeches by all the above and also of Mr. Andrew Singh, a teacher of the school. the prizes for academics was given during the function and ended with the award for the COMPLETE XAVERIAN which was given to Akhilesh Gupta for his all round excellence in
school over the past decade & 730 days. The Boy had really been the strongest contender for the award. After all those who have seen him at a drama, or at sports or has made a peep into his reports would have been surprised had it been somebody else! The boy was really the
Man Of The Moment. He got a gold medal, a cheque and a citation which was read out to the audience before the award was given. At the end, all the class 12 students went up to stage to sing the school anthem for the last time together before they left their portals to face the
world in the spirit of NIHIL ULTRA - NOTHING BEYOND. Surely, nothing is beyond Xaverians, nothing at all!!!
AKHILESH GUPTA

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