Thursday, November 8, 2007

An Emotional Mail - Please respect my sentiments

Dear Spam,

It's been a while since we last met and I blame my spam blocker for this development. I want you to know that even though we don't meet as often as we used to, I still remember you. I haven't forgotten the days when I'd wake up in the morning and get greeted by you. In a World full of selfish people, you sincerely cared for me - from vacation packages to pills for greater satisfaction - you tried taking care of every pleasure of mine. You even offered me wealth from deceased ministers of far away lands - a gesture that I strongly appreciated but couldn't accept, fearing it would tarnish our friendship. You understood how difficult it is to be a graduate student and tried to make life simpler for me in more ways than one. Don't think that I didn't understand those subtle gestures you made to make me happy. Like the time you offered me property worth thousands of dollars, knowing very well that I was a pakka sheikh chilli and would have loved to use any money no matter where it came from. Or the time when California house prices went soaring up and you got me pre-approved for at least twenty mortgage services. No friend of mine offered help in such volumes and you did all this without ever asking for anything. I still remember how depressed I was after my last break-up. Many friends offered sympathy but you were not just another friend. You found out every possible lonely housewife in my neighborhood and informed me about them.

And still ... and still we drifted apart. I guess I needed more space that time - especially the 4GB that my email service provided me. You had started invading that space and that was the start of problems for us. And now.....now that they have recently introduced unlimited storage, my sorrow at your loss a few years back has had no bounds.....

I don't know if we'll ever cross paths again. But as the great bard once said

"If we do meet again, why, we shall smile; If not, why then, this parting was well made."

Warm Regards.............Abhi

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WHEN I STAND BEFORE GOD AT THE END OF MY LIFE, I WOULD HOPE THAT I WOULD NOT HAVE A SINGLE BIT OF TALENT LEFT, AND COULD SAY, " I USED UP EVERYTHING YOU GAVE ME "