It was all happening around me ... everything that I had wanted to happen ... people, trees, buildings, cars, two-wheelers, hurtling past ... shouts, screams of fear, and the angry voices of cops, flashing lights ....
but I stayed put ... calm, and intent ... with the sole aim of crossing that barrier, the elusive barrier that had evaded me for so long, the one barrier that I would die to break.
As the needle slowly climbed, it wavered slightly, and the moment it gave signs of dropping, I slammed my foot down even harder. I shot a glance at the tachometer ... oh god ... the V8 was actually revving above 10000 rpms!!! But that didn't deter me ... because I had my priorities all fixed ... drilled into my brain like steel welded into steel ... and all that I knew was that I had to cross that mark ...
Uh oh!!!
looks like I got carried away ... sorry folks, and thanks for bearing with this anti climax ...
but thing is, I got my licence today, and so was ... dreaming of the adventures possible with this marvellous device, and hence got carried away.
You may recall the post relating to the fateful day of my driving test. Remember? Right!! And you might recollect that the guys there had assured me a licence within twenty days? How true to their word they were. I went to them on the 20th day dot, and they very nicely handed over my licence to me. So these aren't that bad guys at all, are they? Great, India is shining.
Hang on!!!
No sooner did I reach my house I happened to read the details on my newly acquired driving licence rather carefully, and ... ALL the nice thoughts about the wonderful fellas ... vanished ... just like that!!! The blinkin' blokes had printed my date of birth all wrong !!! Would you believe it!!! They had made me a full one day older ... printing my birth date as 8/10/1990 instead of 9/10/1990 ... sigh ...
I guess I have to be contended with that, because applying for a licence yet again, would mean another saga of bitter events ... accepting a wrong birthday seemed simpler. Later as people told me, that a day difference in the licence wouldn't make much of a difference ... it mattered a lot when they had the year mixed up. Anyways, lets hope for the best, because I'll have to put up with that for the next 20 years ... DUH ...
But the silver lining in this otherwise cumulonimbus cloud is the fact that I have a proper driving licence now, and my photo in that isn't all that bad actually as it generally is on one's licence. That means I have the licence to live all my dreams ... dreams that I had harboured ever since I played Need for Speed ... dreams of racing a Porsche through a corner at over 300 kilometres per hour ... braking a Veyron from 400 kph to 0 in 10 secs ... and getting drunk with the smoke bellowing from the screeching tyres ...
Kidding, I'm a good driver actually, and in the past one month of driving, I haven't actually done anything dumb with my car ... maintained a decent speed limit of 50-60 kilometers per hour, following all road signs and the sort. Let's see how much farther I go ...
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