Er...My son? A fungus: NEVER!

I listened to my heart.My heart,which pounded like a chained,mad,hungry Pomeranian dog said nothing :| I tried conditioning my brain.Thought, a lil imaginative mind exercise could lock it in the streamlined thinking mode.(confused about the heart,brain and mind? WHATEVER!)

********CONDITIONING/iMagination********

I imagined my life with a PhD degree.As a matter of fact I'm a postdoc too B-)
That one special fungus became my very best friend,my career,my life and my first love :)
My day started with the investigations on a new survival strategy adopted by that fungus
and my day ended with a thesis on the applications of its structural morphology.

My life revolved around this perfectly simple(with complex metabolism cycles) and special fungus,I've spent years working on its genes and one day I met another PostDoc who apparently works on the same fungus with equal Zeal and drive. Our common interest(on this special fungus) dragged us to one another

Together we won a Nobel prize for our discoveries about the metabolic constraints involved in the survival strategies of that special fungus and then, we get married!
Our wedding was an International celebration ,there were live telecasts on BBC and NDTV 8->.
My Maid of honor, my colleague and my best friend reads out a whole para about the "fungal survival strategies" which I made her write in the made of honor speech :|

My life was smooth and I must tell you 2022 was a very remarkable year! I had my first child, the joy of our life is named after the very special thing which brought us together.Yes
we named our child FUNGUS ! (I know,The funkiest name ever)

Our lil fungus turns 8 and as always, we were busy arranging for the perfect party for our little fungus.

we invited all our friends,we arranged an awesome party.world's best performers were hired to keep the crowd entertained,everything was perfect. yes perfect until....

The world's best stand up comic pulls up an ugly stunt of cracking the silliest and the most senseless joke on my son's name

My 8 yr old son was hurt,his tiny lil heart was shattered into zillion pieces.
he came to me with tears running down his pink cheeks and asked me one unexpected question(s)

' why did you do this to me Mommy? why do you hate me so much ?'

I tried to comfort him. I wanted tell him that i loved him so much that i would cut my heart open if he asked me to. I wanted to tell him so much...so much about the pain i was enduring in my heart at this very moment. (yes, I'm having a heart attack )

This lil incident was too much for me to handle (come' on I am fifty two and what do you expect! don't you think i am a lil old for this of emotions! :-?) This is it! this is my very last moment in the world. Speaking out my very last words "Faaangaaas...." I collapsed into my husband's arms)






I woke up shouting like a dying sheep.
I woke up to see my roommies' confused and shocked faces :D
Well, yea they whined a little.but that's all right I forgive them :)
***see, I'm such an angel :"> ****


Uhum,Time to take an oath!
No matter what happens I'd never name my son fungus!....NEVER!!

***Oh! please jee No!! stop applauding....you are embarrassing me :"> ***