Saturday, 23 May 2009
1) Any time you see an E-Mail that says forward this on to '10' (or however many) of your friends, sign this petition, or you'll get bad luck, good luck, you'll see something funny on your screen after you send it, or whatever, it almost always has an E-Mail tracker program attached that tracks the cookies and E-Mails of those folks you forward to.
The host sender is getting a copy each time it gets forwarded and then is able to get lists of 'active' E-Mail addresses to use in SPAM E-Mails, or sell to other spammers. Even when you get emails that demand you send the email on if you're not ashamed of God/Jesus .....that's E-mail tracking and they're playing on our conscience. These people don't care how they get your email addresses - just as long as they get them. Also, emails that talk about a missing child or a child with an incurable disease - "how would you feel if that was your child"....E- mail Tracking!!!
Ignore them and don't participate!
2) Almost all E-Mails that ask you to add your name and forward on to others are similar to that mass letter years ago that asked people to send business cards to the little kid in Florida who wanted to break the Guinness Book of Records for the most cards. All it was, and all any of this type of E-Mail is, is a way to get names and 'cookie' tracking information for telemarketers and spammers - - to validate active E-Mail accounts for their own profitable purposes.
You can do your friends and family members a GREAT favor by sending this information to them; you will be providing a service to your friends, and will be rewarded by not getting thousands of spam E-Mails in the future!
If you have been sending out (FORWARDING) the above kinds of E-Mail, now you know why you get so much SPAM!
Do yourself a favor and STOP adding your name(s) to those types of listings regardless how inviting they might sound!...or make you feel guilty if you don't!...it' s all about getting email addresses - nothing more!
You may think you are supporting a GREAT cause, but you are NOT! Instead, you will be getting tons of junk mail later and very possibly a virus attached! Plus, you are helping the spammers get rich! Let's not make it easy for them!
Also: E-Mail petitions are NOT acceptable to White House, Congress or any other organization - i.e. social security, etc. To be acceptable, petitions must have a signed signature and full address of the person signing the petition, so this is a waste of time and you're just helping the Email trackers. - See more at: http://www.helperblogger.com/2012/05/add-facebook-like-button-to-blogger.html#sthash.Iax6Jsq8.dpuf
Monday, 4 May 2009
மனதை வசீகரிக்கும் இன்னொரு பாசக்கதை...... பெரிய கதை தான் என்றாலும் பொறுமையா இருந்து வாசியுங்க... அன்பின் ஆழத்தையும் வலிமையையும் மொழியும்..
ஒரு தந்தையின் குறிப்பேட்டிலிருந்து .....
My wife called, “How long will you be with that newspaper? Will you come here and make your darling daughter eat her food?” I tossed the paper away and rushed to the scene. My only daughter, Sindu, looked frightened; tears were welling up in her eyes. In front of her was a
bowl filled to its brim with curd rice. Sindu is a nice child, quite intelligent for her age.
I cleared my throat and picked up the bowl. “Sindu, darling, why don’t you take a few mouthfuls of this curd rice? Just for Dad’s sake, dear.” Sindu softened a bit and wiped her tears with the back of her hands. “Ok, Dad. I will eat - not just a few mouthfuls, but the whole lot of this. But, you should…” Sindu hesitated. “Dad, if I eat this entire curd rice, will you give me whatever I ask for?” “Promise.” I covered the soft pink hand extended by my daughter with mine, and
clinched the deal.
Now I became a bit anxious. “Sindu, dear, you shouldn’t insist on getting a computer or any such expensive item. Dad does not have that kind of money right now. Ok?” “No, Dad. I do not want anything expensive.” Slowly and painfully, she finished eating the whole quantity. I was silently angry with my wife and my mother for forcing my child to eat something that she detested.
After the ordeal was through, Sindu came to me with her eyes wide with expectation. All our attention was on her. “Dad, I want to have my head shaved off, this Sunday!” was her demand.
“Atrocious!” shouted my wife. “A girl child having her head shaved off? Impossible!” “Never in our family!” my mother rasped. “She has been watching too much of television. Our culture is getting totally spoiled with these TV programs!” “Sindu, darling, why don’t you ask for something else? We will be sad seeing you with a clean-shaven head. Please, Sindu, why don’t you try to understand our feelings?” I tried to plead with her.
“Dad you saw how difficult it was for me to eat that curd rice.” Sindu was in tears. “And you promised to grant me whatever I ask for. Now, you are going back on your words. Was it not you who told me the story of King Harishchandra, and its moral that we should honour our
promises, no matter what?” It was time for me to call the shots. “Our promise must be kept.” “Are, you out of your mind?” chorused my mother and wife. “No. If we go back on our promises she will never learn to honour her own. Sindu, your wish will be fulfilled.” With her head
clean shaven, Sindu had a round face, and her eyes looked big and beautiful.
On Monday morning, I dropped her at her school. It was a sight to watch my hairless Sindu walking towards her classroom. She turned around and waved. I waved back with a smile.
Just then, a boy alighted from a car and shouted, “Sinduja, please wait for me!” What struck me was the hairless head of that boy. “May be, that is the in-stuff,” I thought.
“Sir, your daughter Sinduja is great indeed!” Without introducing herself, a lady got out of the car, and continued, “That boy who is walking along with your daughter is my son Harish. He is suffering from… leukemia.” She paused to muffle her sobs. “Harish could not attend the school for the whole of the last month. He lost all his hair due to the side effects of the chemotherapy. He refused to come back to school fearing the unintentional but cruel teasing of his
schoolmates. Sinduja visited him last week, and promised him that she will take care of the teasing issue. But I never imagined she would sacrifice her lovely hair for the sake of my son! Sir, you and your wife are blessed to have such a noble soul as your daughter! I stood
transfixed and then I wept. “My little Angel, you are teaching me how selfless real love is!”
Moral of the story:
The happiest people on this planet are not those who live on their own terms, but are those who change their terms for the ones whom they love….
வாசிச்சு கண்ணீர் விட்டது போதும்.. உங்க பொன்னான கருத்துக்களை ஆழமாய் விதைத்து விட்டுப்போங்க ..... - See more at: http://www.helperblogger.com/2012/05/add-facebook-like-button-to-blogger.html#sthash.Iax6Jsq8.dpuf