I think it was the visit to the temple on Ganesh Chaturthi. Yes. Thats what did it. I went to the Sri Lakshmi temple on Ganesh Chaturthi, just in time for aarti, I might add. And I prayed mighty hard. It looks like my prayers were answered. What did I ask for, that that bountiful lover of kozhaikottais(After Siddhi and Buddhi of course! No man loves food more than women!) bestowed upon me with such readiness?
NOT a 28 year old Software Engineer with a six-figure salary, whose horoscope matches mine perfectly, and looks like a Greek God to boot. Nope.
NOT Shilpa Shetty's body(yeah right!) or Bipasha Basu's boobs. We are not that into our physical appearance. Nor are we deluded about ourselves!
Not even did that Remover of Obstacles magically "obliviate" those cars that hog the good spots and make me walk 10 minutes to my lab, from the parking lot. Cussing under my breath on cold days! Like this morning which was a chilly 50F.
No, I asked for something vastly more important than all that. I prayed for brown mice. You see, if a mouse has a brown coat, it has 50% chance of being mutant. (My chimeric male mice are agouti- a fashionable word for Brown. I've mated them with Black females. Further details on request. Do you care?) Black coat---boring wildtype. I'd set up several matings which had borne fruitition.(I've been dying to use that phrase. Its been in my head since last night when it came up repeatedly in the subtitles of Yai..Nee Romba Azhaga Irrukai. Borne fruitition..so deliciously old-fashioned. Sounds way better than knocked up!) And voila...the mice, every single one of 'em, was brown!
He made it happen. Besides, he has a known preference for mice. He IS referred to as "Mooshikavahana", his royal vehicle being a tiny rodent, Moonjoor. Thank you Ganpati bappa!
NB: Contrary to how this post may sound, my life is not ALL about mice. No. I work with cells too.
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