Everyone likes to tell his or her tale of life. I would also like to share mine and I am going to unleash the amazing and significant period of my life in Bidhannagar College (BNC) which taught me a lot.

Before admission in BNC I had given a lot of M.Sc entrances in other Universities also but somehow I could not clear the entrance exam which I wanted. However, in Vidyasagar University I started my M.Sc course initially and then I was looking for a ‘paying guest’ house to settle there in Midnapor. As a result I made an advance payment to book a paying guest house named ‘SonarTori’ but perhaps the ‘Tori’ or ‘boat’ was predestined to anchor in BNC. In the next day of booking the ‘pg’ I received a call from Bidhannagar College and a feminine sweet voice approached me for admission. I wished to choose BNC and went with required documents there. When I entered zoology department of BNC for the first time I was very confused about the room where the entire admission procedure was supposed to be held. So I asked a girl sitting with her mom about the tidbits of admission and joined them. Finally the admission procedure ended. Sayani, Arya, Sourav, Poulami and I joined the other students of PG 1st SEM.
A lot of uncertainties tickled in our mind and we thought how would we cover the 1month’s syllabus which was already taught! However, the thing was not that tough.

Farrago of good and bad experiences added to our journey. The birthday celebrations, the poster presentation programme, the excursion to Jim Corbett, and a lot of small but precious moments are the testimony of unity and happiness.





Sayani and Arya you both helped me a lot starting from 14 th of August 2018 to the last day. I still cherish the series of outing we had done. The wastage of money in the ‘Starbucks’, funny moments of ‘Gautams’, monotonous chowmein days of sealdah, photography in Melbourne cafe and others created sweet and sour memories.

Apart from the happy memories I can recall the boring bus journey of almost 3 hours which taught me patience and monotony. I always tried to look for something which could make me busy even in the stuffy bus. I used to read story books or used to listen to news or music sometimes and also observed the business of lives in the city life. I do not know why the way to posta from howrah bridge attracted my eyes a lot. Considering the stuffy, congested area with full of sacks; people might like to sniff at but I found mystery in the dust-strewn red building where branches of tree spoke quietly and the cobwebs made strict vigilance.
It would be better if no “para-gen” distinction existed since 3rd SEM. However, I love my genetics family and all the fun of genetics lab. I still remember a day when no one except I had gone to the college for attending classes of special and got angry with the fact. However, it happens.



The 4th SEM under covid 19 situation was not imaginable. However, we had to accept this ending. We will meet soon after this pandemic.

I will miss all of the teachers. I will miss the class of Urmi mam and Sc sir a lot, the silent helps of Snm sir 😊 and the modest behaviour of Rk Sir, Sb sir, Bg sir, & Madhumita mam. Thank you Sanjay da for tolerating all our mischiefs. They all supported us to participate in various cultural programmes which touched me a lot.

Bnc 2018-2020 batch of M.Sc —-take love💕.









