
Sharanakumar grew up believing that the world was much smaller than it actually is.
His home is not in a town or even a large village, but in Gopanpalli B Tanda, a remote settlement in Karnataka where barely fifteen Banjara families live surrounded by forest. For most children there, life follows a familiar path. Education rarely extends beyond school, and higher education is something people hear about rather than experience. No one in Sharanakumar’s community had ever completed Class 12, let alone dreamed of becoming a doctor.
Today, that reality has begun to change.
As the first person from his community to earn admission to MBBS at Bangalore Medical College and Research Institute, Sharanakumar carries with him not only his own aspirations but also the hopes of an entire generation that has never seen such a possibility before.
His journey was never built on careful planning or access to opportunities. In fact, as a child, he had very little idea of what lay beyond his village. After school, his days were often spent wandering through the surrounding forests or playing for hours with friends. There was no one at home who could guide him academically. Both his parents are uneducated, and conversations about careers or competitive examinations simply did not exist.
The turning point came in middle school.
When he joined a school run by a temple, one of his teachers recognised a quiet curiosity in him. Beginning in Class 8, that teacher became far more than someone who taught lessons. He encouraged Sharanakumar to believe that education could change the course of his life, continued to mentor him through school, and remains one of his strongest well-wishers even today.
Even then, the path ahead remained uncertain.
Towards the end of Class 12, Sharanakumar first heard about the NEET examination. By then, however, the application deadline had nearly arrived, and he did not even have the INR 1100 needed to submit the application form. It was only after securing an impressive 90.33% in his board examinations that he realised he was capable of aiming much higher than he had imagined.
Instead of giving up, he made a difficult decision. He would take a gap year and prepare for NEET.
There was no coaching institute, no expensive study material, and no structured preparation. One of his school teachers gave him a set of NEET books because buying them was beyond the family’s means. He studied on his own from home, learning through discipline, determination and countless hours of self-study. That effort eventually earned him a merit seat at one of India’s most respected medical colleges – Bangalore Medical College and Research Institute.
Getting admission, however, was only the beginning.
His family survives on a fragile livelihood. His father is a marginal farmer whose income is unpredicable. Years of financial hardship have also taken a personal toll, and his father’s struggle with alcohol addiction has made life even more difficult at home. His mother, despite everything, has remained the family’s quiet strength, working as a farm labourer whenever work is available while never allowing her son’s education to become another casualty of poverty.
Two years ago, floods destroyed their modest home. Since then, the family has been living in his uncle’s house because they have nowhere else to go. When Sharana Kumar secured admission to medical college, the family borrowed money from relatives to pay the initial expenses, and his mother mortgaged the only gold jewellery she owned so that her son could begin his studies.
She never spoke of sacrifice. She simply believed that her son’s future was worth every hardship. Today, whenever she introduces herself, there is one sentence she says with unmistakable pride: “My son is becoming a doctor.”
For Sharana Kumar, those words carry more meaning than any academic achievement. Much of what he does now is driven by the desire to justify the faith his mother placed in him long before anyone else did.
Medical college has brought a different set of challenges. Having completed his schooling primarily in Kannada, adjusting to MBBS taught in English has not been easy. Initially, understanding lectures, textbooks and medical terminology felt overwhelming. His professors encouraged him to revise repeatedly and reassured him that improvement would come with patience. Slowly, through consistent effort, he is beginning to overcome that barrier as well.
He often reflects on how much his world has expanded in just a few years. Before leaving his village, he did not even know that scholarships existed to support higher education. It was only after arriving at the college hostel and interacting with fellow students that he learnt about the Shiksha Sankalp Society’s Lakshya Scholarship and applied for support.
Receiving the scholarship means far more than financial assistance. It eases the burden of educational expenses, reduces the debt weighing on his family, and allows him to focus on becoming the doctor he has worked so hard to become.
Beyond academics, Sharana Kumar has always enjoyed running and, at one stage, even dreamed of pursuing it competitively. Although medicine has now become his priority, the discipline and endurance he developed as an athlete continue to shape the way he approaches life’s challenges.
His long-term goal is deeply personal. Growing up in a remote village where quality healthcare was often inaccessible, he understands what it means for families to delay treatment because they simply cannot afford it. He hopes to serve people from underserved communities like his own, ensuring that financial hardship never becomes the reason someone is denied medical care.
Sharana Kumar’s story is not only about one student reaching medical college. It is about how opportunity can quietly reshape what an entire community believes is possible.
Somewhere in Gopanpalli B Tanda, children now have an example they have never had before, a young man who left the village to study medicine, not because the path was easy, but because he refused to believe that where he was born should decide how far he could go.
And for one mother who mortgaged everything she had without asking for anything in return, that journey has already made every sacrifice worthwhile.