Fate's balancing act

It all comes to an end, they say.

For a moment there, it felt like it would never end. But at the back of my mind, there was a hint of fear and a feeling of uncertainty saying, "What will Fate barter in exchange for all of these?"

It was big. Big enough to crush me and the dreams to follow. It all started with "You're too late." I "argued" a bit to show effort for whatever effort there was left, but I was silenced by the harsh reality. The 'one month assessment' as stated on their website is not the four weeks we earthlings are familiar with. "Five to seven weeks," that Martian emphasised, which at the time of my call (on the last week of May) was not enough allowance to get my papers assessed and for me to consequently apply for a seating in the upcoming board exam. The deadline for application for the seating will be on 1st July.

My thoughts raced back to find where it went wrong. I had just found a good and low fee-charging translator for my patriotically written uni diploma, and she was part of the string of blessings I was receiving last week. I thought that had finally completed everything I needed, and it did. It was just time, and it didn't come to my side.

The examining council said that the latest I could have submitted my papers in for the September exam was last 17th May, but my parcel of documents arrived only five days after that. Well, maybe to console me, they said there were already too many applicants anyway, and not even all may be able to sit in. And that if I had sent in my papers now, I could just very well guarantee myself a seat for the next one on March 2007.

All things come to an end, but they do all come back.