Journey Starts One fine day I failed. Yes you heard it right, I failed. I was in my 8th standard when I failed in 2 subjects. Some of the teachers were shocked, the others didn't still know my results. Yes, it was the school I had been studying in since last 8 years now and the masters who know me were having hard time accepting the fact. I was really attached to my school and those were the best days of my life. I had grew up in the same school from being a decent sober guy to becoming a bad boy. I still remember the day I was writing my admission test. It was a month of august when I had a bad fight with one of my classmate and the guy pricked a pencil on my neck. In return I pricked him in his eyes and the very next day my parents were called and the principal diligently asked my father to take me out of the school and I left in the mid of the session. No other schools would take admission in the mid session. To my luck, my father spoke to a guy he does business with, went ...