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The
13th eve of January, 1979, witnessed the birth of a rather ordinary child. At
the age of three, he acquired a passion for pencils, crayons and papers and
developed a peculiar talent of transforming the walls of their house into one
big canvas in which sketches, doodles and youthful drawings were brought into
life. The result? A regular doze of sermon from mom. 
The
boy grew up having a strong affinity to those graphite-laden sticks, chinese
brush & toxic crayons. The use of which is supposed to have caused a long
term damage in his brains forcing him into thinking that he is one
TV host look-alike....:D. But he survived, nevertheless.
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