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.