Its My Life.....

Way to Munnar : morning 10 a.m. we started our day. Prepared for a 4 hours trip. The shifting of luggage from the hotel to the Bus put our sholders down, as the heaviness of luggage made us tired even before reaching the bus. The bus started rocking soon with the favourite numbers and the young energies flown like anything in the air with yellings, shouting and stamping. Satya, Ruchi, Sumit, Rohit, Neeraj, Naveen and a number of other faces moved to the aisle of the seat to get a chance to dance according to the tone.... Dance made them to think of eating something and soon the hands were filled with a number of homemade items to spread among the fellows. The journey was in quite progress. We decided to have our lunch and breakfast at Adimali, 28 KM down to Munnar. The place seem like a moderate town and we were in search of the food. A hotel found just ahead, I just moved in. Asked the waiter for the menu, uncomfortably he told that meals are available with other items like fri

hummid and hot day, as if the mid summer has reached Kochi in January. Every one was eager to go hotel and change their dress and fresh up. Dushyant came to receive us at railway station and it was high moral support for our students. As advised by DP we moved by autorikshaws to the hotel located at Broadway. once I reached the hotel, we came to know that Tarun lost his bag which contains cash and mobile alongwith dress. HOrrible... the issue started on the very first day... tokk the same rickshaw to back with Tarun. The driver was scolding in local language about the irresponsibility of Tarun that he cant even take care of his bag. Stopped the vehicle near the railway station and started searching the roadside shops. no response. found a police vehicle near by and went with our complaint. Police directed us to the aid post /prepaid taxi counter. the moment we reached there Tarun identified his bag. The police fellow was suspecious and asked several questions. Tarun opened the bag and