PPU extends last date of online form submission
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Patna: Patliputra University (PPU) has extended the deadline for online submission of admission forms for Degree Part I courses for the 2025-29 academic session. The revised deadline is now June 8 following a directive from the director of the state higher education department, said PPU dean of students' welfare (DSW) Rajeev Ranjan.
Earlier the last was May 24.
The university, which has approximately 1.20 lakh seats available across its constituent and affiliated colleges located in Patna and Nalanda districts, has seen an overwhelming response. Over 90 lakh applications have been submitted online for admission to regular undergraduate courses in arts, science and commerce streams.
"However, history in arts and zoology in science have been the top choices for students this time," Ranjan said, adding that there have been few takers for classical languages like Bengali, Prakrit, Maghi, Maithli and Bhojpuri this year.
He said the university is likely to see a surge in applications following the extension of the deadline further for a fortnight enabling most of the students from rural areas to submit their online applications within the stipulated time.
"The counselling and merit list announcements will follow soon after the application window closes on June 8," the DSW said, adding that the university is committed to completing the entire admission process by June 30 so that new academic sessions and classes could begin from the first week of July.
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