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#10: Are we rational enough…?

After searching for a topic since long, last night when a message popped up on my cell screen, I decided to write on this.

The message was something like… “This is a very rare message coming directly from Tirupati. Send this to at least 25 people and you will be blessed and your wish will come true within 48 hours.” It didn’t end here. “Don’t ignore this. One person didn’t send it and he lost one of his family members.”

The pity is the sender was a friend of mine, an engineer (in real terms a techno-maniac) and a sensible person. I called him back and asked whether he believes in such nonsense. He replied NO but why to take chances. He was afraid of losing his family members. I didn’t raise any issue. Still I want a satisfying answer. Why it is so? Every day, while opening our inbox, we get these types of mails and in spite of knowing this nonsense, most of us forwards it. STOP DOING THIS BULLSHIT.

Being religious is not a matter of concern, but sending such mails in hope of some magic that will change your future won't solve the purpose. No one's gonna help you unless you do it yourself. Stop being helpless and stop sending such mails in the name of religion. Don't afraid of being a rationalist if required. If engineers, professionals, managers are doing this, think about the illiterate people around the country.

Most of us run back saying why to take chances, why not? I just can’t believe the perception that a mail can construct or destruct your life. Just by not forwarding a message, how can you lose your dear ones? Utter nonsense. But the pathetic fact is WE ARE STILL DOING IT.

Please don’t increase the e-waste in the name of spirituality. A humble request to awaken the strength within which knows the truth but not accepting it. – DJ.

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  1. Yeah its true . . . M also waiting to read this type of articles . . . Bt i think its nt enough u still write more and technicaly proove that its wronge. . . Want more

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  2. Will for sure Manan. It's just that i thought if it's too long readers will avoid to read it. Still got ur point. Promise to elaborate in future. Thanks...

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