It’s 1st April. This day, twenty seven years ago I was born. I look back and imagine myself in the cradle, crying; people looking at me, smiling and saying- You're going to be the butt of all jokes, all your life!! I wonder if they had to actually touch me to believe I was a baby, and not a hoax or prank.
Since that day, I have made people smile at the very onset of the chat about birthdates.
"so u were born on fools day!!"
"its a nice day to have one's birthday"
"don’t tell me"
"are u kidding"
"don’t fool me"..etc etc etc....
But I have not met one person who was normal after hearing my birthdate...
In my toddler days, I used to celebrate my birthday on 5th April. Just to escape the ridiculous notion that everyone born on 1st april are fools, I made sure that no one ever came to know of my real birth-date.....I followed a sequence before disclosing my real birthday.....I made every one believe that since Isaac Newton was born on 1st April and is a genius, so am I. (Cooking up Newton's birth-date at that age was a sure sign of genius, wasn't it?) Talking of
Thank God for that!!