11th April, 2011
Okay.. Is anybody watching? Give me a minute, diary. Just a minute.
Yup. All done.
This house is mad I tell you. Mad. Mad. Mad. Why have I even come here again? Yes. The Geet Matter. That adamant woman! She gets to me! Arrrggghhhh! Mad. Mad. Mad. Mad.
Okay, I just realized I wrote the same word thrice, umm.. four times. Is four times "frice"? I should go google that.
Diary, Just for the record, YOU ARE NOT A DIARY. I mean, what would people think? If they saw me, Mr. Maan Singh-- wait for it!-- Khurana, sitting and writing a diary.
Ew.
What would Geet think? I mean, she would think I'm a wuss or something. Not like she holds me in high esteems as it is. I did accuse her of a hell lot of stuff and literaly chase her out of my house. I mean, damn you Maan! Something's going good in your life for once and you go screw it up.
Anyway, going back to the original point, YOU ARE NOT A DIARY. Bad-asses like me do not keep diaries. It is against the Man Code. The Manly Code of Alpha-Male-Manliness.
I'm hungry, D. (D sounds better than Diary, which you are not) I haven't eaten proper food in a long time. More like, I haven't eaten Geet's food in a long time. This house is like a mental hospital! Full of deranged people.
I'll give you a scene.
Scene: Typical Punjabi House. Big. Airy. Loud. Get this picture?
Characters:
1. Super obnoxious I-am-the-hottest-male (Seventeen-Nineteen, I guess) Lucky. That's what he calls himself, D. He thinks he's some big cool.. Dude. Yeah. Psshht! I could make him a gol gappe, D.
2.Gunda of the Century (Thirty-Thirty five) He looks like he hasn't felt love his whole life. Tejji. Seriously, D. That man's face. Gulp. He. Is. A. Maniac. If you ever see him, angry, RUN. Run. For. YOUR. LIFE.
3. Beeeee-ji. :-| Not nice at all. (Forty five-fifty-fifty five-sixty) Real age unknown because demons are ageless. She is frightening, D. She is all over my Geet. It unnerves me.
4. Pammi-Ji (I don't want to talk about her age, because I like her) Harmless poor girl stuck in this mad-house.
5. Insignificant people who are jobless and who are bored. Who also like to bother me.
You get the picture now, right?
D.. I would deal with all of them and more-- who am I kidding?! I, Maan Singh Khurana, would deal with Hitler. Only. Only, to get my Geet back.
I love Geet with the fiery passion of a thousand suns.
And nothing, absolutely nothing can faze me, can deter me -- from loving her.
D, I can hear a hustle bustle from the next room. I must be needed. I gotta go! I'll write some more later, okay?
Remember Code 156 of the Manly Code of Alpha-Male-Manliness!
Code 156 - Alpha Males who are Manly NEVER KEEP DIARIES.
Look at me! I forgot to tell you. You also don't lose hope, Me and you, both, will.
Someday, we will get out of this pandemonium.
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Hey :)
This was supposed to be a one-shot purely from Maan's perspective about how he wants Geet back and how he pours out his emotions into a diary :-) Please comment! :D
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