From Gunner To Lieutenant: Himachal's Son Rises Through Army Ranks With Grit And Glory
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In December 2009, Punit Mankotia joined the Indian Army as a gunner. Right from the outset, he stood out for his discipline and diligence
The olive green uniform that once sparked a childhood dream has now become a symbol of hard-earned achievement for Army Lieutenant Punit Mankotia. Hailing from the mountainous terrains of Himachal's Kangra district, this young man's extraordinary journey from a gunner to a commissioned officer in the Indian Army is an inspiring tale of determination, discipline, and unshakable resolve.
For Punit, the dream of donning the Indian Army uniform was seeded early. Born into a family steeped in military tradition, patriotism came naturally. His father, a retired Naib Subedar from the Signal Corps, instilled in him the core values of discipline, duty, and honour. These were not just lessons, but a way of life in the Mankotia household. With two elder brothers also in uniform, Punit's path seemed almost destined, but never easy.
In December 2009, Punit joined the Indian Army as a gunner. Right from the outset, he stood out for his discipline and diligence. During his time at the School of Artillery in Deolali, he earned top honours in both Basic and Advanced courses – a testament to his sharp mind and technical acumen. His career progressed steadily, with postings in the 625 SATA Battery and later as Regimental Havildar Major (RHM), where he shouldered leadership responsibilities with competence and care.
Eventually, he became a technical instructor – passing on his expertise to the next generation of soldiers. His superiors consistently noted his commitment and leadership, but Punit had his eyes set on a bigger dream – becoming an officer.
In 2023, Punit's service extended beyond national borders when he was deployed as part of the United Nations Disengagement Observer Force (UNDOF) on the tense Syria-Israel border. Representing India on this international platform, he earned commendation from the Force Commander – a rare and prestigious recognition that added another feather to his cap.
Despite his credentials and accolades, Punit's path to becoming an officer wasn't smooth. He appeared twice for the Army's Special Commissioned Officers (SCO) entry but was unable to clear. While many might have given up, Punit refused to surrender to disappointment. On his third attempt, success finally came knocking. He cleared the selection process and earned the rank of Lieutenant, a moment that marked not just personal victory, but the fulfillment of a lifelong promise to his family and himself.
Now a commissioned officer, Lieutenant Punit Mankotia's story is one of perseverance and pride. His rise from the ranks underscores a vital message – that one's origins do not limit one's destiny. He carries forward not only the legacy of his own family but also that of countless Indian soldiers who rise through merit, resolve, and sheer willpower.
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June 20, 2025, 20:00 IST
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