01 THE START / A LITTLE BELIEF
An ordinary start. An unusual drive.
I chose computer science in Class 9. Then worked my way past the expectations attached to Section B.
A full scholarship opened the door to engineering. My parents’ hard work taught me how to keep going.

In Class 9, I decided that I wanted to study Computer Science Engineering. That was where this journey really started.
I was an average student, but I wanted something more for myself. I put every bit of hard work I could into Class 10. My ambition came before the results.
In Class 10, students were separated into sections based on how they were expected to perform. I was in Section B—the group people thought would score below 400 out of 500.
I didn’t give up. I worked hard, scored 414, and surprised the people who had underestimated us.
My father lifted me up and told me I had won. Then he reminded me that this was just the first step.
I took the computer group in Class 11 because I still wanted to pursue Computer Science. But after my earlier success, I became too relaxed.
I scored 313 out of 600 and was only just passing some subjects. I had lost the discipline that had helped me before.
That failure didn’t stop me. It made me realise I had to put the work in again.
In Class 12, I began working hard again, this time with a precise target: the cutoff for engineering admission.
The papers were difficult and many students scored lower than expected. I didn’t want to use that as an excuse. I finished with 74% and a cutoff of 140 out of 200.
It wasn’t a great result or a terrible one. It was enough to take the next step toward my goal.
When COVID began, I couldn’t explore many colleges. I chose a tier-three college in my own city.
With my cutoff, I received a full scholarship to study for free. I got the course I had wanted since Class 9: Computer Science Engineering.
My family didn’t have a strong financial background. They spent everything they could on my education. That support made this opportunity possible.
Two years went by during COVID, and I felt I hadn’t learned much. I needed to start somewhere.
I joined a small nearby institute that taught C and C++ for ₹7,500. I learned the basics of programming and began exploring new things.
I found a few friends who were also interested in learning. Together, we entered intercollege competitions and looked for opportunities to prove ourselves.
At home, even the roof wasn’t properly protected from rain. Water would drip in different places. My parents still prioritised my studies. That is where I learned what hard work looks like.
Becoming the first graduate in my family meant much more than receiving a certificate. It represented years of my parents’ sacrifices, my hard work, setbacks, and the decision to keep going.
I had started as an average student with a dream of studying Computer Science. Holding the degree made that journey real.
My family didn’t have a strong financial background. There were times when rain came through the roof in different places. My parents still spent everything they could on my education.
Through my father’s and mother’s hard work, we now have a three-floor home, a new car, and a business. We have also started work on the next apartment project with six homes, with my contribution too.
These are our family’s milestones. The credit goes to my parents. They taught me what hard work means long before I could put it into words.
TEAM RADIOMy father: “You won. But this is the first step.”





