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    <title>Professor Amiya Bagchi as I know him</title>
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    <extent>52(11-12), Nov-Dec, 2024: p.3-8 </extent>
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  <abstract> Professor Amiya Bagchi was never formally my leached. No. not even in his salad days as a teacher (1958-59) when his absurdly youthful looks made the callow students of the ‘intermediate arts class at presidency college  think of him as one of their own when be entered the lecture room for the first time of course they were soon disabused as the young teacher researchers of my generation belonging to the so-called ‘human science would, however, like myself, acknowledge professor Amiay Bagchi  as one of the greatest shaping influences in their lives. – Reproduced </abstract>
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