Yesterday was bad. I failed a learning license test. My score 9/15. Fell short by just one fuckin mark. It takes more than just commonsense to pass a LL test.
Take a bite.
How many licences can one have at any point of time?
1)Maximum 3, one for each class of vehicles.
2)Any number of licences, one for each class of vehicles.
3) one more shitty option
Quite obviously I had not heard this from anyone. It's very simple. Nobody had told me about this. Lack of knowledge brings hope of logic. Third option with a shitty descprition obviously was out of contention. One down, two more to go. If I was the rider how many would I like to carry? If my riding past of last six years was anything to go by, the answer would be NONE. This was more of a personal opinion than logic. Back to logical thinking. We are men. We are suppose to think logically. How many? How many? After a lot of thinking it's obvious that logic just didn't work here. Or did it? I mark one and move on to the next question.
Next one.
Next one.
One more.
More.
In the name of commonsense and logic, I marked here and there and returned the 'RTO puzzle gallery'
Things went from bad to worse when the officer, an uncanny picker, pulled a sheet from a bundle of corrected papers and shouted something like 'Sudeep Kumar. You have failed! Come tomorrow'
Hell. I just could not show my face to my fellow LL aspirants, a few among who were pretty-faced young things. It was not the best idea to hang in there and wonder what went wrong. So I vanished from the RTO zone in record time. A plea to the RTO for keeping results confidential is in the pipeline.
Seeking solace in my near and dear one turned out to be a bad idea. I told her . Effort was on, to cushion the insult though. She laughed, like I inhaled oxygen and farted nitrous oxide. Bad day.
