How do you know when you are in Wilson College, BMM?

When after 3 months of lazy, boring std.XII vacations, you suddenly feel overwhelmed at the piles of projects and assignments in your room, you are in Wilson College, BMM.

When the only correct way to pronounce the name of the country is “eeendiyuh”, you are in Wilson College, BMM

When you start imagining professors as weapons of mass (life-) destruction who cease to exist as normal people outside the college gates, you are in Wilson College, BMM.

When you start talking in abbreviations like SSR, ECS, FMC, etc. making your parents think you work for a secret agency, you are in Wilson College, BMM.

When you social life is restricted to the 60-odd people you see in college and you are presumed dead (due to mysterious circumstances) by most other friends, you are in Wilson College, BMM.

When time flies before a project submission but slows down to an incredible degree during lectures, you are in Wilson College, BMM.

When you are expected to juggle college work, project work, homework, along with a couple of college fests thrown in, you are in Wilson College, BMM.

When the only thing you pray for is 10-12 hours more a day, you are in Wilson College, BMM.

When the college library, BCL & Sulieman Chambers replace your usual haunts (Barista, CCD, Mocha), you are in Wilson College, BMM.

When you become overly critical and analytical of everything spoken or written by anyone and begin to analyze the language skills between 8 and 80 years, you are in Wilson College, BMM.

When the dictionary is your favourite book and the internet is collectively despised by all professors, you are in Wilson College, BMM.

When everyone pretends that Saturday is a holiday but no one really stays at home (even Sundays Working!), you are in Wilson College, BMM.

When triple lectures are common and single ones are a rare luxury limited to the beginning of the semester, you are in Wilson College, BMM.

When the filth and sand on chowpatty seems far more inviting than the benches in class and you are more willing to be struck by lightening on the beach than be in class and do presentations, you are in Wilson College, BMM.

When you know the friends you make here will stick by you for the rest of your life…or at least the next 3 years (minimum), whether you like it or not, you are in Wilson College, BMM.

When you pick up sudhuisms which you won’t forget for the rest of your life, you are in Wilson College, BMM.

When, in spite of all this, in some corner of your heart, you know that if (and only if) you survive all this, you will be the best in whatever you choose to do, ranging from scuba diving to holding the Prime Minister’s office, you are in Wilson College, BMM.