There was a time when textbooks felt like a burden and marksheets never truly mattered. For this young boy from Sitarganj, Uttarakhand, life wasn’t about percentages or exams. It was about reps, routines, and raw passion for fitness. While many binge-watched shows during lockdown, he watched fitness reels on loop, whispering a line to himself, “Mujhe bhi body banani hai.”
A bold decision, and a city that shaped him
In 12th grade, while most were preparing for board exams, he took a path that very few dare to choose. He dropped out of school and moved to Delhi to join a fitness academy. That’s where he learnt something most never realise, fitness isn’t just about a sculpted body. It’s about discipline. It’s about turning pain into power, sweat into success. Soon, his efforts paid off. His body transformed, and so did his confidence. He began coaching others, sharing what he knew, always with one dream at heart: to open his own gym.
18 years old and already a gym owner
Most teens celebrate turning 18 with a cake or a party. He celebrated it with a startup loan. Yes, a government-backed opportunity gave him the push he needed. Without hesitation, he applied. When the approval came, it wasn’t just paperwork; it was proof that his dream was real. Imported machines arrived. The gym was set up in his hometown. People started coming in. He trained them. He grew stronger. Life, at that point, seemed like a perfect workout, intense, but worth every second.
And then, life hit pause
Two months into living his dream, he developed a cough. It felt ordinary, something that could be fixed with syrup and rest. But it didn’t go away. A second opinion changed everything, cancer. The diagnosis was shocking. The tumour had crushed his right lung. He didn’t cry. He didn’t panic. His first thought wasn’t about death, it was about the gym. About everything he had built. The dream he had worked for.
The mirror that didn’t lie
Chemotherapy began, and with it came the reality of loss. His body, once muscular and admired, started shrinking. Hair fell. Strength drained. Nights were the hardest, he couldn’t lie down flat, only sleep sitting up. One glance in the mirror, and he couldn’t recognise himself. But even in that reflection, there was something raw and unshaken. Not hope. Not strength. Just refusal to give up. On April 30, 2024, after months of treatment, surgery was performed. And for the first time in six months, he slept lying down. That one moment, simple for most, was a victory for him.
The comeback that wasn’t about muscles
Twelve days after surgery, the doctors gave the words he had prayed for, “You’re cancer free.” And just 1.5 months later, he stepped back into his gym. His body? Fragile. His spirit? Fierce. The machines, the sweat, the echo of weights, it all felt personal now. Each rep was not just about recovery. It was about reclaiming. He wasn’t chasing the old version of himself. He was building a new one. One that knew pain. One that had battled death. And won.[Disclaimer: This article is based on a real-life account originally published by Humans of Bombay. The medical condition described above is personal to the individual and their treatment journey. Please consult a medical professional for any health-related concerns.]