Forgive me my gentle readers, I've been bitten by the writing bug. For reasons unknown, I wish to write my first book. Written below is my first attempt at a beginning. Feel free to criticize :-). PS: The title is Indian Born Confused Desi :P

Three distinct wails were heard the night I was born.The first emanated from me as the doctor repeatedly spanked my newborn bottom to get me to cry.The second came courtesy my sister who wailed when she heard she wasnt exactly getting a baby sister. The third and final one came from my mother minutes after emerged from the influence of the anaesthetic.

"This is your baby boy!" gushed the nurse. My mother took one look at me and burst into tears. I was born into a world of sorrow.

Each one of us in our own way was quite justified. I had been flogged on arrival. My sisters dearest wish to have a younger sister had been rudely squashed after the doctor quickly examined my essentials.

My mother, heavily depressed by sedatives stared blearily at her latest offspring and then slowly turned right and looked at the healthy baby in the neighbouring bed.She turned back, took one final look at me and unleashed the tears.