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"Wings of Courage: The Jhanvi Singh Story"

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Wings of Courage: The Jhanvi Singh Story

— A Journey from the Hills to the Skies —

Part 1: The Girl from the Clouds

"जितनी ऊँची ये वादियाँ हैं, उतनी ही ऊँची मेरी उड़ान होगी…"
These words echoed in Jhanvi Singh's heart every morning as she stood atop the cliffs of her small village, Chandpur, nestled in the serene lap of Himachal Pradesh. The mountains were her first teachers—firm, silent, strong. From a young age, Jhanvi had a peculiar fascination with the sky. While other kids played with dolls or chased goats in the meadows, she stood still, eyes glued to the sky whenever a jet flew overhead, its thunder reverberating through the hills.

“Papa, ek din main bhi waisa plane udaungi,” she'd whisper, clutching her father’s hand tightly.

Her father, Mahender Singh, a retired army havildar, would chuckle and say, “बिलकुल उडाएगी मेरी शेरनी… पर पहले पढ़ाई पूरी करनी होगी।”

Jhanvi’s village had never seen a woman wear a uniform, let alone fly a fighter jet. But her dreams were too big to fit within the narrow lanes of Chandpur. Her ambitions stood tall, like the deodars that watched over her home.

A Mother’s Fire

Jhanvi's mother, Kamla Devi, was no ordinary village woman either. Though uneducated formally, she was a warrior in her own right—battling social norms, managing a household with meager income, and pushing her daughter to break boundaries.

“लड़कियाँ बोझ नहीं होतीं, बस उन्हें अपने पंख पहचानने होते हैं,” she often told the village women who mocked her for “spoiling” her daughter with big dreams.

When Jhanvi topped her school in 10th standard, the village talked. Some praised, others raised eyebrows. “लड़की है, शादी कर दो, ज़्यादा पढ़ाई से क्या होगा?” they’d say.

But Kamla Devi would simply smile. “आजकल लड़कियाँ आसमान छू रही हैं। मेरी बेटी भी छुएगी।”

To Be Continued…

Part 2: Breaking the Norms, One Step at a Time

As Jhanvi stepped into her higher secondary education, the winds around her began to shift. Her village, Chandpur, located near the Dhauladhar ranges, was still rooted in tradition. Most girls her age were being prepared for early marriage. But Jhanvi had a different destiny in mind.

She enrolled in the Government Senior Secondary School in a nearby town, about 7 km away. हर रोज़ सुबह 5 बजे उठकर वो पहाड़ी रास्तों से होकर स्कूल जाती थी। Slipping in the snow during winters, walking under the blazing sun during summers, Jhanvi’s journey wasn’t easy. But every struggle was fuel to her fire.

Her love for Physics and Mathematics began to grow—subjects most students feared, she embraced.

“Physics mujhe fighter jets ke aur kareeb le jaata hai,” she once told her teacher, Mrs. Renu Sharma.

Mrs. Sharma noticed Jhanvi’s potential early on. “She’s different,” she’d often say in the staffroom. “There’s fire in her eyes, and it’s not going to fade.”

In Class 11, Jhanvi stumbled upon a newspaper article about Avani Chaturvedi, India’s first woman fighter pilot. Her heart raced.

“तो ये मुमकिन है… लड़कियाँ भी अब फाइटर पायलट बन सकती हैं?” she whispered to herself. That day changed everything.

She cut the article out and pasted it inside her diary. From then on, her dream had a name: Indian Air Force – Fighter Wing.

The Resistance Begins

When she informed her extended family and neighbors about her plans to join the Air Force, chaos ensued.

“Ladkiyan fighter pilot nahi banti,” one uncle scoffed.

“Shaadi ke baad yeh sab sapne hawa ho jaate hain,” another neighbor added.

Even her younger brother, Amit, questioned, “Didi, kya sach mein ladkiyaan plane uda sakti hain?”

Jhanvi didn’t react with anger. She chose to answer with determination.

She began rigorous training on her own—waking up early to run 5 kilometers, doing basic strength exercises, and learning General Knowledge and Current Affairs.

She subscribed to Air Force Monthly and borrowed old NDA (National Defence Academy) exam prep books from the school library.

Meanwhile, her academic results continued to shine. She topped her district in the 12th board with 94% in Science.

That day, the village was forced to pause.

“Kamla ki beti ne kamaal kar diya,” murmured the same neighbors who once doubted her.

To Be Continued…

Part 3: The Mountain Girl Who Reached the Stars

The NDA Dream

After completing her 12th, Jhanvi set her eyes on the National Defence Academy (NDA). Earlier, NDA only allowed male candidates, but the government’s historic decision to open its doors to women changed her fate.

“अब लड़कियों के लिए भी NDA खुल गया है,” said a headline in the local newspaper. Jhanvi couldn’t believe her eyes. She ran home, shouting, “मम्मी, देखो! अब मैं NDA जा सकती हूँ!”

Her mother hugged her tightly, tears brimming in her eyes. “जा बेटी, अब तो तेरा सपना और भी करीब है।”

Jhanvi began preparing day and night. Without coaching centers in her area, she relied on online resources, borrowed secondhand books, and the mentorship of her school teachers.

Her room had turned into a mini Air Force prep zone—walls pinned with aircraft posters, a calendar counting down to the exam day, and a diary full of motivational quotes.

She even learned spoken English through YouTube videos and practiced mock interviews with her school principal, Mr. Bedi.

“Jhanvi, you have what it takes,” he once said. “But remember, SSB is not just about knowledge. It’s about leadership, clarity, confidence.”

She nodded, taking every word to heart.

The NDA Written Exam

In April, she traveled alone to Chandigarh to appear for the NDA written exam.

“Papa, main akeli jaa rahi hoon. Dar lag raha hai, par main ready hoon,” she said, her voice steady.

Her father gave her a gentle pat. “Tujhme Sherni ka khoon hai. Tere liye dar sirf ek word hai, haqeeqat nahi.”

She entered the exam hall with 500+ candidates—only a handful were girls.

The exam was tough—math, general ability, reasoning, current affairs—but Jhanvi’s dedication pulled her through.

When the results came two months later, she was one of the only three girls from Himachal Pradesh who cleared the NDA written.

Service Selection Board (SSB)

Next came the five-day SSB interview—a grueling test of psychological strength, group dynamics, physical stamina, and personal interviews.

Jhanvi was posted to 1 AFSB (Air Force Selection Board), Dehradun.

Day 1: Screening test.
Day 2–4: Psychological tests, group tasks, command tasks, group discussions, and interviews.
Day 5: Conference.

The environment was intense. Most candidates were from big cities, trained at premier academies. Many spoke fluent English, wore branded outfits, and had military family backgrounds.

But Jhanvi? She wore simplicity with pride. She spoke less but made every word count.

In her personal interview, an officer asked, “Why should the Air Force choose a girl from a small village?”

Jhanvi smiled. “Because the skies belong to those who dare, sir. And I’ve been daring since the day I saw my first aircraft.”

Her group command tasks surprised even the assessors—she was quick, tactical, calm under pressure.

The Final Result

On the fifth day, as names were announced, she heard hers last—“Candidate number 84, Jhanvi Singh, recommended.”

She froze.

For a moment, she thought it was a mistake. But when she saw the smile on the officer’s face, reality hit.

Tears poured down her face as she saluted instinctively. That night, she called her parents:

“मम्मी, पापा… recommendation mil गई!”

Kamla Devi cried silently. “हमारी बेटी अब सच में आसमान छूने वाली है।”

To Be Continued…

Next part will take you into her life at the Air Force Academy, the mental and physical transformations, her first solo flight, and her final wings ceremony.

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Part 4: Into the Sky, With Fire in Her Heart

Arrival at the Air Force Academy (AFA)

Jhanvi arrived at the Air Force Academy in Dundigal, Telangana, in July. It was a world completely different from her quiet village—grand, disciplined, and intense.

From the very first moment, life changed.

Uniforms replaced casual wear. Early morning drills replaced lazy mornings. Physical Training (PT) at 5:00 am, followed by back-to-back classes, aircraft simulators, and military training.

Jhanvi wrote in her diary:
"Yeh jagah sirf body nahi, soul bhi train karti hai. Yahan discipline, courage aur duty sab kuch hai."

She was one of just a few girls in the fighter stream, and often the only one from a rural background.

Some cadets underestimated her initially. Her Hindi accent, her simple village stories, her hesitation in English—they became a topic of gossip. But it didn’t take long for Jhanvi to earn respect the only way she knew how—by outperforming them.

The Struggles

Training at AFA wasn’t a breeze. The physical conditioning alone pushed her to the brink. 10 km endurance runs, weapon handling, survival exercises, and academic pressure—all wrapped into a schedule that barely allowed 5 hours of sleep.

There were nights Jhanvi cried silently on her bunk.

“Main kar bhi paungi kya? Yeh sab mere बस का नहीं है शायद…”

But then she remembered her mother’s words:
"जब सबसे ज़्यादा थक जाओ, तब याद करना तुम किसलिए शुरू की थी।”

She wiped her tears, laced her shoes, and ran harder the next day.

One of her instructors, Wing Commander Rajat Singh, started noticing her consistency.

“Jhanvi doesn’t stop,” he told his fellow officers. “She’s not the strongest, but she’s the fiercest.”

The First Flight

After 9 months of basic training, came the moment she had waited her whole life for—her first solo sortie in a Pilatus PC-7 aircraft.

As she entered the cockpit, dressed in her green flying overalls, helmet on, hands steady, her heart whispered:

"Chandpur ki mitti ab aasmaan chhoone chali hai."

She completed the sortie with flying colors. The moment she landed, her instructor smiled and said:

“Congratulations, Flying Officer Singh. You just became a pilot.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. Her childhood flashed before her—the hilltop where she dreamt, the newspaper article of Avani Chaturvedi, her mother’s sacrifices.

She wasn’t dreaming anymore. She was flying.

The Wings Ceremony

After months of intense advanced training, Jhanvi stood in line wearing her Air Force blues. The day had come—the wings ceremony—the day she would officially earn her flying badge.

The Chief Guest pinned the silver wings on her uniform. A loud applause followed.

But the loudest claps came from the back of the crowd—her parents had been specially invited.

Kamla Devi wore a simple Himachali shawl. Tears streamed down her face as she saw her daughter salute the nation.

“ये हमारी बेटी है… हिंदुस्तान की पहली fighter pilot नहीं, पर सबसे बहादुर ज़रूर है,” she told everyone around her.

To Be Continued…

We’ll explore Jhanvi’s return to her village, the massive inspiration she sparks among young girls, and her powerful message on gender equality.

Continue with Part 5?

Part 5: The Return of the Eagle

Homecoming to Chandpur

After earning her wings, Jhanvi was posted to an operational air base in Rajasthan. She began flying Sukhoi-30MKIs and MiG-21s—supersonic beasts that once only existed in her dreams.

But one day, a letter came from her village school.
“Humare annual function ke mukhya atithi banoge?” it read.

She smiled. “Waqt aa gaya hai laut kar uddan dene ka.”

When she returned to Chandpur in full uniform, the entire village had gathered at the entrance. Drums played, flowers were showered, kids ran behind her jeep shouting:

“Hamari Didi aa gayi!”
“Fighter Pilot Jhanvi Singh Zindabad!”

Elderly women who once said, “Ladkiyan ghar sambhalein, plane nahi,” now touched her feet.

She walked to her school’s podium, where a thousand young girls sat, eyes shining like mirrors reflecting her journey.

The Speech that Shook the Hills

She looked around at the crowd—parents, children, teachers, press.

Then she spoke:

“Main Chandpur ki beti hoon. Mujhe bhi kaha gaya tha कि लड़कियाँ बस रोटियाँ बनाती हैं और सपने नहीं देखतीं। पर मैं कहती हूँ—अगर तुम्हारा सपना सच्चा है, तो तुम्हारी उड़ान कोई रोक नहीं सकता।

Ladki aur ladka—yeh farq zameen ne banaya hai, aasman ne nahi. Sky doesn’t care who’s flying—as long as you fly right.

So to every girl listening—study hard, fight harder. To every parent—support your daughter like you’d support your son. And to every boy—don’t see us as weak. Walk with us. We’re not behind; we’re beside you.”

The audience rose in thunderous applause. Parents had tears in their eyes. Girls stood with pride. Boys nodded in respect.

One young girl came running and said,
“Didi, main bhi pilot banungi!”

Jhanvi bent down and smiled,
“Zaroor banegi. Aur tu mujhse bhi aage jaayegi.”

Legacy Beyond the Cockpit

Jhanvi didn’t stop at becoming a pilot. She began mentoring students in rural India through online classes and occasional village visits. She worked with NGOs promoting girls’ education, even helping launch a scholarship under her name for girls in STEM.

She was awarded the Nari Shakti Puraskar, Himachal Ratna, and featured in national magazines and TV shows.

But when a journalist once asked,
“Of all your achievements, which one matters the most?”
She replied,
“When a girl writes me a letter saying, ‘Didi, aapki wajah se main darna chhod diya’, that’s my biggest medal.”

The Message That Soared

Jhanvi Singh’s story is more than about planes—it’s about breaking ceilings, whether in the cockpit or the mind.
Her life echoes a message across every valley, every city, every heart:

“Don’t let gender define your dreams. Let your courage define your journey.”

The End – But Just the Beginning for Many.

Published By : The Uncommon Stories Of India