I guess my luck really ran out. Despite my efforts in praying to every god, I still managed to get an indian tester who was all out to fail me. He rushed me everywhere and that impatient prick even tried to trick me into going without stopping at the stop line. With that kind of heavy traffic and cars that can go in the opposite way for that few seconds saved, I succumbed to fate. The fate of failing my test. Thanks K. Murty. Your black face wasn't appreciated at all. Watch what ends up in your curry next time.

Thanks to friends who encouraged me. No problem with teasing me about it. Its a fact I failed the test anyway. Just don't go overboard with it. It still feels bad no matter how cheerful I seem to be. And don't ask me if I really failed it. 'cos I REALLY failed it.

My calender looks empty for the moment. I feel even more empty.