Wednesday, February 27, 2008


I received an SMS. ‘It’ asked me to recite a couple of lines softly that stated that I believed in a certain saint. Further it asked me to forward that SMS to eleven others. If I did so, I would see a miracle by night. For a change it did not threaten with dire consequences if I did not forward it.

Since the sender is a dear friend of mine, I called him up and told him that I was not sending the SMS further. He being what he is, a dear old friend, understood.

Then I told him that if all the recipients of the original forwarded it and the subsequent eleven also further down without a break, the only miracles that would be seen were at the cash registers of the mobile telephone operators and that I was not interested in creating miracles for them. I did not want to send them “laughing all the way to the bank.”

The reason for not naming the saint in this post is that I have a lot of respect for him as a man. Humane. If the SMS had said that if I did not forward it, something unspeakable would happen, it would not have made sense. I am glad. The saint was the farthest a man could be from malevolence.


  1. Oh, I've strictly told my friends not to send such messages. they only send Urdu poetry and stuff.

  2. Ofcourse I need not tell you that I strictly do not forward such emails and messages. Mostly I ignore it. But occasionally when a friend sends an email with "please forward this so that aol will donate 1 cent to the child" or similar, I google it out of one of the 'hoax busters' or 'urban myths' sites and send it as a reply(all).