Not making it through the nls exam is the biggest disappointment of my life.

The disappointment stems not so much from the fact that I didn't make it, as the margin by which I lost out. 6 measly marks. Maybe 5 would have sufficed. I can think of a million different ways in which I could have scored them.

Ironically, I think I would be feeling a lot less miserable if I had really screwed it up good.

Now I can empathise with Puneeth.

Trainspotting is a better drug movie than Requiem for a Dream.
I wouldn't have thought it possible.