Say it with a Forward!
With the advent of the e mail, came the days of the “Forwards”!
Every other day each one of us are bombarded with all kinds of Forwards.I wonder if it should be classified as a new genre in itself. Personally, I’m not complaining because you get to read a lot, irrespective of what you like!Unlike in a library where you will stick to your forte here, you get to be that bit dynamic.I mean otherwise, I’ll not know, “ how to safeguard your mobile”, “ the hidden truths about the Taj” etc.
Of course, I forward only those mails that I like or think it would be of interest to the one I’m sending it to.The others take shelter in the Recycle Bin.
At the end of the day, I get the feeling that many of us receive them well.To a lot, leading a hectic and stressful life, it’s a case of what was oft thought and never so well expressed.
For instance, a lady friend of mine goes for work driving.She pulled down the speed to fold her palms in prayer to the deity at the temple on a wide road.She claims that she made sure she wasn’t a hindrance to the traffic.But a man driving a sedan scolded her, while she made her point and very soon, we have the all too familiar scene on the road.Feeling very lousy at the outset of a working day, she came into the office and checked her mail to see this Forward::
Brains for Sale:
A lady wa at a seconds sale. She found human brains for sale. The male brains were priced much higher than the female’s. Angry at the discrimation, she asked the sales guy “why this kind of a discrimination?” His answer made her smile with pride. “The well used ones are priced less, in a seconds sale,”
There was everything to make her feel good and forget the incident.She on her turn, forwaded it to many a women, thanking the one who sent it to her, and explaining the condtions in which she received it!
There was this gentleman in the office who was nicknamed a confused soul. If the communication came through him, everyone were apprehensive of some trouble.For his communication was never specific. In the process,not only he, but a lot of us had to face the boss’s ire. A lady colleague forwarded this mail to him:
A Man to God
Man:" Give me a bag full of money, a job and a vehicle full of girls"
God replies:"Tataastu magane" {so it be, my son}
Man:" Give me a bag full of money, a job and a vehicle full of girls"
God replies:"Tataastu magane" {so it be, my son}
and he got it ……
and made him a bus conductor of BMTC ladies special bus!
moral: BE SPECIFIC
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It was specifically meant for him. Unfortunately there’s no marked change in his character!
This one, a mother tells me was very effective. She had to say a firm “No” to her teenaged daughter about a week-end outing with her friends. You can imagine the aftermath at her home.It thawed gradually and her daughter came and hugged her as she got this Forward from her mother:
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I had the meanest mom in the world! Aren't I lucky?
All moms are mean for a reason. As we grow into adults we know why our moms were mean. Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them:
I loved you enough...to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home. I loved you enough...to insist that you save your money and buy a bike for yourself even though we could afford to buy one for you. I loved you enough...to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep. I loved you enough...to make you go pay for the bubble gum you had taken and tell the clerk, "I stole this yesterday and want to pay for it." I loved you enough...to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes. I loved you enough...to let you see anger, disappointment and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect. I loved you enough...to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart. But most of all, I loved you enough...to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.
Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm glad I won them because in the end you won, too. And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them. Was your Mom mean?
I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast. When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches. And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what the other kids had, too. Mom insisted on knowing where we were at all times. She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them. She insisted that if we said we would be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less. Wewere ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work. We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lie awake at night thinking of more things for us to do. She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds. Then, life was really tough! Mom wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were married. Because of our mother we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. It was all her fault. Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was. I think that is what's wrong with the world today. It just doesn't have enough mean moms. PASS THIS ON TO ALL THE MEAN MOTHERS YOU KNOW. (And Their Kids !!!!!) |
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Husbands and wives are also in this network. A gentleman, after his latest promotion started coming home late, as his workload increased. This didn’t go well with the wife and this led to squabbles at home. One day he forwarded this mail to her: 
She had the last word when she replied this with another forward:
A Wife is a wife, no matter who THE HELL you are!!
Thus the war of the words continue, finding a different form, a different medium...snail mail to email,in the eternal struggle to communicate and express it as best as possible!
A Wife is a wife, no matter who THE HELL you are!!
Thus the war of the words continue, finding a different form, a different medium...snail mail to email,in the eternal struggle to communicate and express it as best as possible!
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