Forwards....

As i open my mail box today after a week, i see the usual mails flooding in. I could find just one personal message in the 2 pages of e-mails i looked through. The rest...?? Forwards. These mails are a popular means of wasting your time sending people threats, make-beliefs, and sentimental stories. And these mails move in a chain as people faithfully keep mailing them to every contact in their address books. Only if it was all true......

This girl Pavitra has been in her final year of college for quite some time. She has lost her eyes and needs money. Yahoo, google, and all the other e-mail service providers have alloted 10 paise for every time you forward her story to anyone. By now, she'd be pretty rich if that was the case.

This one was funny. Someone's daughter had a huge hole in her heart. And.... (I guess you'd know the rest)

The president of Argentina got the mail but didn't forward it. His son died the next week. Another recipient lost her job. I wonder what i lost when i didn't forward the message.

Some Ashish or Kirti would add me as a friend on orkut. This request would contain a virus.

I'd not use deodarants as they cause cancer.

I'd not drink colas because they were only useful while removing toilet stains.

I'd not go to the theatre as i might have sat on a needle affected with AIDS.

Orkut would have deleted my account a LONG time back.

If i forwarded those messages, there would have been so many girls who would have proposed to me by now.... :D

I'm tired of writing already. And i've not even read half of my new messages. Some people sure have time on their hands.
P.S.- No offence to people who forward mails. Keep at it.

See you next time. Oh, and by the way, if you dont forward this post to 4374926734 people in the next 1 hour, you will turn into a cockroach tomorrow.
Enjoy!!

Talent From All Around

As the name suggests, this column is about recognising talents from all around . Today's edition talks about two such people........
The madness of 12th sweeps through the whole of the ground floor. Away from all this choose to stay a few people. Two of them are the topic of this post. Hidden in the corner of the class room, these two study, eat between classes, play bingo, and write poetry. And by the way, i'm not talking about P.B. and Pramod (Haha... Them writing poetry... ). It is the amazing poetry of our editor Upasana and her sidekick S.P.L. Nikitha that is today's subject . This was their work during Kanti ma'am's class. All with words taken from what she was teaching.....

Note:- None of these are inter-connected. They were just made using four words which rhyme.

Sin sin
Makes strangers of kin
It is an empty bin
Of all that you didn't win

Pain pain
Makes men insane
Some gain
From this stormy rain

The swan is a bird
Whiter than curd
Its life is absurd
Complicated as a surd

Chinmaya Vidyalaya is my school
It is uber-cool
Anyone who wont drool
Over it is a fool

Profitable profitable
Freedom is a fable
No exit from trouble
That can only double

There were a lot more. Thought this would do for now. If any of you want yourselves or anyone else you know to be the next subject of this column then leave a comment. Till my next entry......... SEE YA...