
From Fields to Files: A Proud Ghissu's Journey
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In a quiet village tucked between dry hills, Ravi spent his childhood herding sheep. Every morning, with a stick in hand and a satchel on his back, he would guide his flock across dusty fields — and bury his nose in borrowed schoolbooks during breaks. His father, a shepherd too, laughed at the idea of dreams bigger than the mountains around them.
But Ravi had the stubbornness of a stone carved by wind and time. His village school had no library, so he read torn pages found in old markets. No internet, no coaching — only raw willpower. He studied under lantern light, between thunderous storms and dry summers, refusing to give in to the smallness that life offered him.
When Ravi said he wanted to become an IAS officer, people smiled politely. Some sneered. "A shepherd in the civil services? Dream smaller, boy."
But a Proud Ghissu doesn't dream small. He studies harder when the world doubts. He stands taller when storms come.
Ravi worked as a farmhand to fund his dreams. He failed once. Failed twice. Failed again. Each failure was a wound, but also a lesson. He learned patience from his sheep, resilience from the rocky paths, and ambition from the open sky.
In his fourth attempt, Ravi cleared the UPSC exam — ranked among the top. When he received his appointment letter, he walked back to the same fields, hugged his father, and looked up at the stars that once felt so far.
From tending sheep to shaping policies, Ravi proved:
No background is too humble. No dream is too big.
Because a Proud Ghissu doesn't ask for an easy road —
He makes his own