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This son of a rickshaw puller, who graduated in Mathematics chose entirely new subjects in Civils because he could not afford coaching. Here is his story
On the pot-holed lanes of India's holy city Varanasi, Narayan Jaiswal used to pedal his rickshaw to meand send his children to school in nearby Usmanpura.
Sadly, even his meagre means came to a grinding halt when a wound on his foot grew sceptic.
Ailing, and with no other source of income, Jaiswal sold off his small plot of land to finance his son's dream.
His son Govind was fighting a parallel battle.
Day in and day out the deafening noise of power looms, factory machines and generators around the 12x8 feet rented room shared by his father, mother and two sisters made life unbearable.
All the cooking, washing, bathing to studying took place in the dingy room.
To add to the misery the scarce power supply extended to almost 14 hours a day. He grew up with cruel taunts from the neighbourhood kids who mocked him for his devotion to studies. But his determination saw him through.
"It was impossible to divert me. My family was the saving grace. If someone demoralised me, I used to just picture my struggling family."
Today, Govind Jaiswal is an IAS officer, brimming with confidence.
Surprisingly, he doesn't quibble over any inadequacies.
"I thank my tough days. Life has no worth without struggle. It made me grow and smell the real world."
Govind credits his success to his dad and his sisters, especially the elder one who gave up her studies to look after them when his mother died.
On the pot-holed lanes of India's holy city Varanasi, Narayan Jaiswal used to pedal his rickshaw to meand send his children to school in nearby Usmanpura.
Sadly, even his meagre means came to a grinding halt when a wound on his foot grew sceptic.
Ailing, and with no other source of income, Jaiswal sold off his small plot of land to finance his son's dream.
His son Govind was fighting a parallel battle.
Day in and day out the deafening noise of power looms, factory machines and generators around the 12x8 feet rented room shared by his father, mother and two sisters made life unbearable.
All the cooking, washing, bathing to studying took place in the dingy room.
To add to the misery the scarce power supply extended to almost 14 hours a day. He grew up with cruel taunts from the neighbourhood kids who mocked him for his devotion to studies. But his determination saw him through.
"It was impossible to divert me. My family was the saving grace. If someone demoralised me, I used to just picture my struggling family."
Today, Govind Jaiswal is an IAS officer, brimming with confidence.
Surprisingly, he doesn't quibble over any inadequacies.
"I thank my tough days. Life has no worth without struggle. It made me grow and smell the real world."
Govind credits his success to his dad and his sisters, especially the elder one who gave up her studies to look after them when his mother died.