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I love to write! I always write, and shamelessly keep on writing. and that is why, only after an hour of introducing myself i am posting a short fiction that I had written, when i was bored during the summer holidays. For my other fics, check our Remix, Left Right Left, Tales Corner, Fanfiction and Kayamath forums...
Caution before reading: When I say read it at your own risk, I mean it for your own good. This story has caused me to be slapped, abused, slapped again, and almost strangled, even deemed clinically insane. If you have the potential to let out maniacal laughs in the middle of the night, or if you are suffering from a weak heart, or if you have an abysmal sense of humour i would not advise reading. For the rest of you, enjoy!
Masochistic Extermination of a Macho Doubt: One man's attempt to prove his heterosexuality...
I do not like boys.
Did I just say that? No, I did not mean it that way, gosh.
Look what I'm doing right now, defending myself to this stupid journal… I mean diary.
And I am not in denial.
Fine, I will tell you the truth one last time.
I am a certified male who is absolutely, and completely NOT in love with his fellow co-doctor, who happens to be not only a male, but a male with beautiful eyes… dashing body… and li—
ERASE! Damn, I did not mean to write that. Any why the heck did I start writing in this permanent non-erasable pen.
Well, pretend you didn't read it. It didn't happen, it absolutely did not take place.
I am a certified heterosexual male, and I will prove it to you…
Even though I see no reason to prove anything to this journal… I mean diary.
Fine, I will still show you that I don't like boys. I will go ask out that other Dr. Whats-Her-Face? Oh yes, Riddhima
And I will do it by hook or crook
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I am tired, so tired of proving myself to this stupid journal… I mean diary. Because of you, only because of you did I go out and try to ask out that other doctor. Well guess what diary? I'm not listening to you anymore.
Wait? Did I just…
Have a conversation with a journal… I mean diary?
I am insane.
No, Armaan, repeat after me. You're not going insane. You're not going insane. You're not…
And I'm talking to myself. Bloody Great.
So yes, where was I? I try to go out and make a plan to get to ask her out, by its impossible, plain and simple impossible when every single foolproof plan of mine fails. Dr. Armaan, the brilliant doctor of the century, failed. Maybe it's because that beautiful Atul wasn't with me…
No, I didn't mean it. Do not, under any circumstances, read the last line.
But anyway, so I conceived a plan for getting her. To be precise, I conceived plans for getting her. And I simply fail to conceive just how they all failed. Diary, my dear adorable diary, I will tell you about all my plans…
Plan A: Send her roses.
Status: Accidentally developed allergy resulting in her staying in the hospital for two more days.
Plan B: Arrange for a candlelight dinner.
Status: Candle accidentally overturned. Burning shirt of self.
Plan C: Ask her plainly in the hospital.
Status: Wrong Timing. Asked her just as her gastroenteritis patient threw up on her.
Plan D: Pursue Plan C for the second consecutive time.
Status: Wrong Timing yet again. Asked her just as her father was passing by. Chased for 6 kilometers with a needle.
Plan E: Threaten her with an injection.
Status: Needle rebounded on self, resulting in an extra dose of unnecessary tetanus injection.
Plan F: Make her jealous by pursuing her sister.
Status: Failed. Sister was exceptionally …open at public displays of affections. Not comfortable.
Plan G: Telling her the truth.
Status: Due to inhuman circumstances, shouted out in front of the hospital lobby that "I do not love Atul."
Plan H: Stealing some valuable item from her purse.
Status: Horrible mistake. Accidentally picked up a box containing products of …monthly… female … use. Mortified for life.
Plan I: Turn up at her house for a friendly chat.
Status: Coincidental absence of her maid. Had to operate the broom through the whole range of her mansion-like house.
Plan J: Aspirin…
No, that was not plan J. I solemnly swear that I did not intend to use an overdose of aspirin to get her.
Great! Now I'm giving you ideas. Bloody Great.
Yes, yes, I admit it. I, the genius doctor admit to my humble journal… I mean diary, that I failed to get this girl.
As of yet. Remember, my great diary, those are my famous last words…
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Happy reading.
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