By Bhakti Kothari

Mayur Barot, a 34-year-old man from a quaint village in Mehsana, Gujarat, held the UPSC result sheet in his trembling hands. Tears, a bittersweet concoction of joy and sorrow, welled up in his eyes. AIR-11, the bold letters seemed to mock the countless battles he had fought to reach this point. His journey to becoming an Indian Forest Service officer wasn’t a walk in the park; it was a relentless war against poverty, loss, and his own failing memory.

ROOTED IN RURAL GUJARAT: A DREAM TAKES SEED

Born into a family where the land yielded their livelihood, Mayur’s childhood was steeped in the earthy fragrance of his father’s farm. His mother, a pillar of support, ensured his education, even with their limited means. Gujarati, the language of his village, cradled his early learning. He went on to do Engineering in Instrumentation and Control from Ahmedabad. However, Destiny, a cruel puppeteer, had other plans.

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