Sleeping Sickness, A bitter cure

Baby sitters come in all shapes and sizes. My brother they say was a very social baby. He was loved by the baby sitter( read singular). His baby sitter volunteered to stay on till he learnt to tie his own shoelaces. After my parents manufactured me, I think they had a tougher time than they had looked forward to. My baby sitters(read plural) could not stand the sight of me or the "innovative" outlook on life. I was not very popular among them. And after the last one left after I had eaten food with a group of beggars a distance away, my parents had me unofficially allowed to be at the convent school nearby. But the sisters there would wind up the school by noon and so there still lay the burden of having to harness me till evening. My dad's institution then was closer to the house we stayed in than my mother's. So he had to shoulder the burden of me those few hours. Initially he carried me to the college he worked in but he soon found me entering classrooms in a too 'disciplined' fashion. So he made a deal with his close circle of colleagues and they decided to baby sit me on alternate days. They were all men but all of them had greater patience with me unlike my female runaway baby sitters So that became the system and I would sleep, most times pretend to sleep and they would all take turns keeping watch. Some of them in fact adored me so much especially Dh*** uncle who did not let the others know that I was sniffing cigarette butts.  But then there was this uncle called S*********, he would speak broken malayalam. He felt I was good for nothing, so I too would sleep for long on the days assigned for his baby sitting. I knew he preferred me to wake up so that he too could stretch his feet instead of having to sit rooted to one place and keep an eye on me. Finally one day I guess he really got bugged with the tunings in my head and screamed, he screamed that am a devil, that because of me he will have to miss the 4'o clock bus to his town. I pretended to sleep and closed my eyes tight. He said," I am a professor of chemistry not your baby sitter you little devil.I have lost peace of mind ever since I started baby sitting you"...I guess he was really stressed..."I am going to break your neck if you sleep more"...  I do not know why but somehow I felt my neck twist in my inner eye. So I woke up  and sat on the bed, and I think after that day I just learnt to baby sit devilish me myself... and well,

 I didn't sleep the afternoons.