zoo zoo class continuation........(zoo zoo the sugar boy)

Here we go again, but this time I can assure u one thing,this post is gonna be "sooooo sweet", u know why??? becoz in this post I am talking abot our greaaaaaaaaat, the one and only... zoo zoo the 'sugar boy'.

So girlsss watch out for lots of sugar candies...... but for those who are diabetic one word of caution be careful u may end up in trouble.

One can easily find this "modern Krishna"any time in that tunnel corridor "readily available" for free sugary service. Are u having any difficulty in spotting him??.... dont worry, look out for a gathering of gals u can find him right in the middle of it with that ''sugary smile".

Though all these gals were body concious and were on a strict sugar free diet, this chocolate boy was not the one who came to fail....he came equipped with all his weapons specially made from coimbator market!!!!( before joining zoo zoo class he was a free "diabetic specialist" in some coimbatore womens college campus,the fatal condition of many of his patients made him flee and finally led him to this box.... now u got an idea right? how he got that jack sparrow like drunken walking style, it is the result of consultation fee given by patient's relatives ,unfortunately that time our poor zoo zoo ,was not aware that many of the patients had "bheeman raghu"kind of villain brothers!!!!!)........ anyways.... of all these weapons "chocolate wrapped 'Kathi" was the main one... and I am sure no gal ever escaped that and if u thought of escaping it I must tell u ...u r gonna repent later......Since the zoo zoo had a doctorate in female psychology and emotional blackmailing none of the victims ever tried to escape!!!! In short our dear zoo zoo created..." madhurichittu thuppanum vayya kaichittu erakkanum vayya" situation to many gals in crap school...so now readers u think about us,the 10 gals who got the "unfortunate luck" to tolerate him for 3 looooooong years......SOS (save our souls!!..) is all that we can say!!!!


But irrespective of all these emotional blackmailing and "kathi",the zoo zoo had a BIG heart made of chocolate and was ready to help all damsels in distress(all those desperate gals who needs a shoulder to cry on...) and is a great friend and is ready2 console and support friends @ any troubling situation( Are u having a problem and in need of an advice ,not just flirting tips ...anything this is the guy 4 u ...... u can call him any time of the day , his toll free serive is open for you 24X7) (I must say this part is very true ...he is a great friend whom u can trust)

When u call if u hear him say I am busy , u may think that u r calling @ the wrong time or disturbing a busy guy ,dont worry ,it is just his caller tune and actually he will be busy playing "catching house flies"game ( in malayalam "eecha adikkuka") and will be calling u back in another 10 minutes time as soon as he finish one game!!.

But what made our zoo zoo really popular is none of the above ......but his impeccable 'sense of style"!!!, who can not notice that "oil dripping hair style"(dont misunderstand it for set wet gel style, it was pure stinking COCONUT OIL...) and American accent....( though our zoo zoo claimed it as 'american', many of us felt as if he is talking with a "hot potato in mouth").

Anyways it kept many gals awake all the night.......hmmmm i kno wat u r thinking right now...no, .......they were not love struck ,the horror of seeing it the next day is what kept them awake!!!

Not just the hair style our zoo zoo was a complete style package, and he is as handsom as a super model!! (dont forget that Alec Wec is also a supermodel!!) and he set the ramp and many gals on fire in the annual fashion show!!..(I know what u jealous minds has to say...no, like our zoo zoo I also wont agree with u ...its not the soaring summer heat which made them all sweat....it was that "macho" walk of our zoo zoo which did the trick!!!)

Special Note: here is a good news for all the gals out there.....u dont have to worry about any more free sugar candies or 'kathies"from our "sugar boy" , while writing this I have the information that our sweet zoo zoo has entered in to a life long contract with a special client and supposed to be 'bound' by the agreement to offer the service only to that client, but gaals dont be tooooo happy that u all escaped!!! what I heard is our zoo zoo is also planning to add an additional conditional clause @ the bottom of the agreement in small letters with that(****) symbol....to break the contarct, so be careful..............he will be back .......anytime..............

confessions of a tom boy (chapter 3 --- the zoo zoo class and 'crap' school)

Here I am again, to bore you with the brand new episode of sensational autobiography series.......chapter-3 ['crap' school and "zoo zoo class"]



so this time I am presenting the class of zoo zoo's...... (I hope u all recognize the funny cartoon characters from vodafone add. I just love them .....really...they are amazing.....) But here, it is not about those vodafone zoo zoos but I am gonna talk about some real life zoo zoos ......"Aaah.... that is gonna be interesting right??? will see........

(special note--- pls consider this as a work of art and after reading this if anyone feels like shooting me or kicking me dont worry its not your fault but the genuine reaction of frustration and anger caused by the realization of truth ( thats why they call it naked truth) hi! hi


So before telling the story of zoo zoos I wanna introduce the characters of the story first. These talented zoo zoos (area of specialization varies frm person 2 person some are gud in sleeping,some in eating, some in mouth looking but in general all were gifted in a way or other) all come from different parts of god's own zoo zoo land.And they all met in a this box like class room (centralized AC) of this "crap school" dont think it as a kind of "prep school" ( school for talented kids in US) but it was "crap school".... on that fateful day......what followed was eventful 3 yrs..............


I ( one of zoo zoos actually a bit different one ... lanky and ugly... hi!Hi i am not self praising ....)was standing amid the chaos and clattering voices of first day in that "crap school" that is when I saw a cute little zoo zoo making way 2 me......


ZOO ZOO number 1 (atom bomb)


'atom bomb" alias 'podi' was the first one who caught my attention that day, before you misunderstand the name "atombomb" for some code name of suicide bomber I must say


in reality the zoo zoo has no resemblence to its name and was scared of even a "pottas" ( a small explosive the kids use 2 play with in gods own zoo zoo land), eventhough this zoo zoo looks and feels harmless dont under estimate it's capacities... it can cause a lot of trouble in several other ways.... so dont over rule the possibility of danger and "Always handle with care"......


where was I.......Aah....when I was standing there in the corridor I saw this cute little one having a pair of big innocent eyes ,like those of the cat in shrek with petite/pitiful size figure (2 feet or less)



walking towards me in a zoo zoo style, swinging its body. I should confess one thing.... anyone will feel like pampering this one at first sight, it is sooooooo adorable but that will be like a suicide attempt..... it is like holding a granade in hand ; I hope u all remember my warning in red!!! and I made it as one of my friends without knowing the risks involved.... i know u might be wondering what are the risks??? may be i will tell that sad story later.......


But irrespective of all these dangers involved the zoo zoo is very special in many ways and a real fun to be with.............I quote a few specialities of this zoo zoo for u all..........

first and foremost speciality is this zoo zoo is having a tube light instead of its brain!!!! u may be shocked "a tube light"!!!!!! yes not just a tube light - 'A tube light with an old starter' so it always took 5 minutes to lit.

Every time when somebody cracked a joke in zoo zoos class one can hear a "bull snorting laughter"3 times in an interval of 5 minutes. and we all zoo zoos used to wonder the reason for this extraordinary phenomenon and later that year "zoo zoo the bbc"( another zoo zoo) came with a fair explanation after a lengthy research... and it was as follows .... 1st session happends along with everyones laughter when the switch is on , and the second one happends when the tube light flicker once and then the last one happends when the tube light finally lit.

But dont under estimate our zoo zoo because of the tube light thing actually tublight happnd due to a terrible accident which happend 5 yrs back from then. our zoo zoo was a dynamic,smart kid with bushy eye brows and soda glass thick spects and had a bulb instead of tube light!!!!!!(Any way brain was missing from birth ......some kind of manufacturing defect....)

And it was on that fateful day when she was "fine tuning "that ugly zoo zoo boy in front bench ( whether she forgot the spects that day or was it an act of desperation..... still not clear) it happend. the filament overheated and "clack" ........ the bulb was fused any way she escaped with a tubelight transplant.

However the little zoo zoo was very determined and ambitious and went on to 'shock' everyone with her 'wisdom' and went on to write two great books"101 questions ???" and " how to loose a guy in 10 days"......

The first book contains 101 questions u can ask to impress someone ........... very brilliant ones .. for example "how a submarine can have a leak in it when it is underwater ?? is it possible to leak under water???" (arre waah..... wat a logic... when it is water every where hw is it possible 2 leak that is the point our zoo zoo.... brilliant one right?? ; I told u she is 'brilliant ')

Now about the second book it is a collection of own personal experiences and examples of how to turn off someone and make them run, I am sure like in a mallu proverb " poya vazhiyil pinne pullu mulakkilla" (which I find very useful!!!)

But after all these what makes our cute little zoo zoo special is that inspite of all these celibrity status she is unaware of this hidden talents and remain humble and simple and down to earth than any other zoo zoo from zoo zoo class or the 'crap school'( "athinte yathoru ahangaravum ella ketto")

next chapter is goonna be a self introduction that is me the" zoo zoo Miss boring" and in coming days u are gonna meet


1. "zoo zoo the bbc"

2. "sugar boy"

3. "pashanathil krimi/ poisonous worm"

4. "miss springy "

5. "Giraff"

6. "kuda kambi/umbrella stick"

7. "merry worry"

8. "pinku punku"

9. "Miss pavam"

and

10. Miss cool

soooo watch out for coming episodes..........................

confessions of a tom boy (chapter 2 --- the birth)

In this chapter I am gonna tell u how I was introduced to this wonderful world. As usual I was getting bored there(oh god ! do I have to tell u that also there…there…in my mom's belly) After all who can be in a dark, boring place for 10 months so I came out early without taking anyone’s permission, not even my mom’s when it was just 8th month(even that was too long for me l I believe). It was at midnight (I read somewhere those who born at midnight will be world famous, its me no wonder!!!….) of 25th june 1986 that great event happend, (an unforgettable event in the history of world- I mean at least in the lives of the people who are tolerating me) I was a pretty ugly creature, as quoted by my sister I looked like a "skinny frog".

As soon as she heard news of my birth she rushed to the hospital to see her cute little sister. Poor girl, she believed all the new born babies will look like the ones in films and advertisements with a chubby face and cute body but to her utter disappointment I was like in the same fashion as I was inside my moms belly, with the arms and legs pulled up like a frog (she was right any way).It took several weeks for my limbs to be flexible and to stretch out like any other normal kid. In spite of all these odd things happening I seemed least bothered, I was happy and comfortable in the incubator(yes, i was in incubator for weeks); it was my mom who was finding it difficult to take care of me. I was so tiny a creature that my mom used to lift me by the edge of my clothes as she feared touching my body can be harmful to me. I was too thin and small for normal handling. Other than this minor de formalities I was a great kid (as my mother said) I was quiet and harmless ,unlike other kids I never disturbed them with long uninterrupted whines ( no body knows the truth that I was too weak to do so and I wouldn’t have spare them if I was able to do so).

Then there were uneventful 2 -3 years during which I gained a lot of weight and finally became a really cute chubby and fair kid like one in advertisements to everyone’s astonishment, meeting my sister’s expectations. I think That’s the only period my sister actually liked me, the photographs of her holding me with a big smile like posing for a tooth paste advertisement proves all that. What followed those years was a long age of war between us, always our home was like a war zone with amma and pappa either as UN peace workers or as UN force to establish the peace at home. I am not getting in to all those details as it was messy and embarrassing for me to reveal all as I am a victim of brutal harassment, from healthy, dominating sister!!) . In the following years I grown up to a long skinny Skelton structure and my skin color also started turning into grey to black from a snow white complexion. I was becoming a shy,coy introvert who’s world was pappa. For me my pappa was my hero(even today no change for that) he was the only one who has no restriction in my life. Every one else including my mom, I always kept them at a distance creating a little world of my own. Next, the childhood adventures: perhaps another time.........

confessions of a tom boy"-(An autobiography)*

After reading my first post on terrorism my "book sleeper" friend called me immediately frustrated and expressed her anger on posting "an utterly boring" content which has no"fun" and asked me "what i am gonna read if u talk only about terrorism and world issues??, I am least intrested in all that" . Ok alright like I said earlier I have to make all my friends happy soooooo here comes the sensational new series..................."confessions of a tom boy"-(An autobiography)*

*WARNING-a word of caution,reading the tiltle autobiography if u think these are my true cofessions u r absolutely wrong,the characters and incidents in this series are purely imaginary and has nothing to do with their real life counter parts.( I am not that fool to tell u all the truth):- ha!ha!

U may be wondering or finding the whole idea funny of a gal writing auto biography at an early stage of life like mine. I really don’t know how many great people have written anything like this at this age (“u know am ONLY 22 now”) .

Any way I am not here to set a world record or I don’t wanna be featured neither in ‘repley’s believe it or not’ nor in Guinness world record. This boring piece of art work is a result of a boring Friday night. I was sitting pretty bored at my room listening to some cool music that’s when I came across the beautiful track of corrs (one of my favorite pop band) “what can I do to make u love me” the melodious music brought sooo many nostalgic moments to my heart ( heart or head I really don’t know, can any one think with heart ???? I heard people saying don’t think with ur heart think with ur brain ect ect ,whatever the case may be I am least bothered, I just copied the usage from some book) that’s when I thought why cant I write about the not so eventful life of mine.

Every one now a days is writing autobiography, even those who managed to publish their photo on newspaper for a day are also writing autobiography then y can’t an interesting persona like me write an auto biography(if u r thinking I am self praising its just the speculation of a jealous mind, I can’t help it). Just because the source of inspiration is a romantic song you are expecting the romantic adventures of a beautiful young girl- a word of caution there are chances of great disappointment and waste of time. (after all what you thought about me? a desperate women thinking only about romance and love!!!, sorry I am no that type).

Alright I didn’t introduce my self yet even though some of u know me well an introduction is a must in autobiography. I am Smitha Prabha (ok now I tell u a secret, if u promise me u don’t tell any one else ,my actual name is/was!! Smitha.P and I “hate that like anything”).

From my kindergarten days all my friends deliberately leave the first part and stick to the infamous "P" part, I was ok with it if they didn’t associate it with "peeing", but unfortunately I was always the object of ridicule. My frequent visits to pappa with the plea to change the ‘then so awful’ second name P to Sekhar was like a petitioner going to the court for hearing ( don’t misunderstand, the sekhar has nothing to do with my first crush *******sekher’s name, sekhar is the short form of Somasekharan – my great pappa) . And always the hearing was postponed like a real court until the final heart breaking verdict was declared.

And all my pleadings –that the old fashioned name won’t fit a future international designer ( that is my dream from childhood) or that it would not sounds good as a brand name like Christian Dior or Donna Karan ,were ruled out mercilessly. In the final day of verdict, that was the day I was filling my passport application, even my amma(my sweet mom-that’s how I address her) was present. Her emotional statement also played a crucial role in the final verdict, actually the P stands for Prabha my mothers name, pappa kept her name as second name instead of his as a symbol of love and respect for her. So when she said emotionally that her name will bring only good luck to me and never a bad one my pappa was sooo touched and produced the final verdict -a blunt “NO” , “no more hearing ur name will be the same”.

So I left with the little option for a change and has to find happiness from what I already got. What left was an option for adjustment, like the one married couple do 'adjust and adjust and never complain' . So I expanded my name as Smitha Prabha and started establishing it every where. But it made little difference to my devil may care friends. They keep on calling me “PPPPPP….., smi, smitha P ,SP” etc etc. In all these I like SP most u know why, not because it sounds so great but atleast it reminds me of a great singer(SP Bala subramaniam) .

U all may be wondering why I am telling u all these now, U know everything in this world is time bound and precisely set in tune with time and it should happen at the right moment ( what a philosophy, arre wah!) all right where were we ???? Yes introduction, I am sorry for boring u with my name story but that’s the story behind the not so catchy name and I was frustrated to tell some one ,u know they say when u share the agony it will reduce the burden….. Ok that is enough for now in next chapter I am gonna tell you some interesting stories about my birth till then bye tc.