I have not received forwards through SMS in a very very long time. Either because I have blocked too many numbers on my phone (yes! I can do that, and I do not miss an opportunity ever. Bwahahaha), or the people who used to send forwards have grown up. But the probability that the latter is the reason is very low; when did forward-ers start growing up! Its very unlikely. Anyway. The point of this post is that I was subject to listening to some 17 forwards that my friend received in a row from a 11th standard student who had just got a phone and a chunk of duh-dumb forwards free with it I guess. Of those 17 forwards, I fell in love with one particular forward for its sheer duh-quotient. It read thus:

A promise, when all seasons will dry,
When all birds leave the sky,
When all friends say good bye,
You will find me there to say Hi!

My stomach got cramps after my long bout of laughter. Well, this was not the end. The little 11th standard boy also called after having sent all those forwards to know 'feedback'. Yes, he called and asked for a review. What did he really expect? 'Amazing poetic scheme machan' or 'super sense of humor da'! What!

I suppose he was vetti enough; just that forwarding comes easily to him as does blogging to me. May the lord introduce him to blogging, at least then he can't force his posts on people. But trust me some blogs I have come across are appalling. They go to extents of posting forwards received through mail on their blogs.