UGC NET 2025 exam city slip: Check expected date of release, time and steps to download at ugcnet.nta.ac.in
UGC NET city intimation slip 2025
: The
National Testing Agency
(NTA) is poised to release the city intimation slip for the
University Grants Commission
National Eligibility Test (UGC NET) June 2025 session in the coming days. Candidates will be able to download the slip from the official website — ugcnet.nta.ac.in — once it is made live.
The city intimation slip will indicate the city where each candidate's examination centre is located. While it is not the admit card, this advance notice is intended to help candidates plan travel and accommodation logistics for the Computer-Based Test (CBT), which is scheduled to take place from June 25 to June 29, 2025.
What is UGC NET city intimation slip?
The UGC NET city intimation slip is a pre-admit card document issued by the NTA that informs candidates about the city in which their test centre is located.
It does not disclose the specific centre address or shift timing — those details will be provided in the admit card.
UGC NET June 2025 city intimation slip: Steps to download scorecards
Candidates can follow the steps mentioned here to download the UGC NET June city intimation slip 2025:
Visit the official website: ugcnet.nta.ac.in
Click on the link for 'UGC NET June 2025 City Intimation Slip'
Enter the required credentials — Application Number, Date of Birth, and Security Pin
View and download the UGC NET city intimation slip 2025.
Save a printed or digital copy for future reference
UGC NET June 2025: Admit card details
NTA will issue the UGC NET admit card 2025 separately after the release of the city slip. The admit card will be a mandatory document on the exam day and will include:
Candidate's name, photograph, and signature
Roll number and application number
Exam date and shift timings
Full exam centre address and reporting time
Candidates must carry a printed copy of the admit card along with a valid government-issued photo ID to the examination venue.
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In case of any errors in the admit card, candidates are advised to immediately contact the NTA helpline.
Exam schedule and advisory
The UGC NET June 2025 examination will be held in CBT mode across multiple shifts and subjects over a five-day period. The examination is conducted to determine eligibility for Assistant Professorship, Junior Research Fellowship (JRF), or both, in Indian universities and colleges.
NTA has advised all applicants to regularly check the official website for the latest updates regarding the city slip and admit card release. No city slip or admit card will be sent via post.
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