I am born

Was born several centuries ago to a very nervous set of parents - in a bat cave of a hospital, in eastern India. Papa was quite convinced that the hospital had given him the wrong baby and wanted to return the child and get his money back. It was my sweet mom who persuaded my dad that they should hang on to the baby, because they might be able to dispose off the brat in the house Sale they were planning to have later that year. "We can always throw the baby with the Raddi Paper" the mother assured the dad "Besides, we have a really good reason to raise this child - I think we will need someone in the house who knows how to program the incapabilities and cribbing in our family". While still in the hospital, the young baby already started winking and cooing at other female infants in the adjacent cribs and was occasionally caught pinching the bottoms of nurses. As a baby, I used to be dropped on the floor several times - head first - and if i forget any work or anyone -i attribute to that