The regular reflex of a rational man on receiving
the news of a new born is to congratulate. But even before he is done with it, he
pops up the question which creates an identity crisis. Literally. "Whom
does the baby resemble?" To me, infancy is the closest that anything
can get to Communism. Like puppies and Iphones, I find all the babies
same. They may vary in size and shade, but they all look...