Civil Services Examination - Process

Process

The Civil Services Examination is based on the British Raj - era Imperial Civil Service. The Civil Services Examination of India is considered to be amongst of the most difficult competitive examinations in the world. On an average, 4 to 5 hundred thousand candidates appear for the examination. Aspirants must compete a three-stage process, with a final success rate of about 0.3% of the total applicants.

  • Stage I: Preliminary examination - This is qualifying test held in May/June every year. Notification for this is published in December/January. Results are published in the first half of August.
  • Stage II: Main examination - This is the main test, held in October/November every year. Results are usually published in the second week of March.
  • Stage III: Personality Test (Interview) - It is the final test and is held in April/May every year. Final results are usually announced a few days before the next preliminary examination.

The training program for the selected candidates usually commences in August every year.

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