Days of my life - The age of the Computer

You open your inbox to see mails from near and dear ones on the rare occasion of some one close getting married, parties trips to nearby places. But then that vanishes when one sees junk mail coming in.
The junk mail is a very frustrating kinda mail. You read through them every day. The first week it is like hey i finally got a mail in my inbox you would probably thank that person for sending you a mail by writing back to a forward trust me i have done that. For instance since i remember what has happened i had just opened my account on rediff. It was the time when email was relatively new and people considered the snail mail to be more trust worthy. The day i had opened my account, it took me the whole day to create it. Half of the things were new to me except for the keyboard, monitor, mouse and the other parts which we could see from the outside and were listed in the bill that had come home. At first i was afraid to touch the computer because it was costly and heavy. But once everything was installed including the Internet my joy knew no bounds. I had no idea what was to be done on the Internet. My dad though had used the Internet at office so he was my hero as always, but he was selfish with his knowledge as, if he told me how to work on the Internet I would sit there staring at the wonders of a computer and surfing the net and concentrate less on my studies. But alas it did not help him nor did it help me as next day in school my friends were happy that another fellow had the net so they updated me with the in thing " EMAIL". They kept me informed about any latest sites that are giving better features, the fastest site and i like a mute person agreed to there suggestions blindly, not literally blind as i had to find the option for creating an account because in those days me looking at a screen which changes after i click at one point was magic. OK you could call me a computer illiterate. But eventually i could not do it, so i called a friend of mine who had many accounts in different sites to help me out. He was a experienced one and since he stayed quite a distance from my house we had to settle it on the phone. After the 1 hour long conversation, I had an account ready. It made me feel so proud. I sent everybody my "NEW" E-mail address. The typing was also slow so again another half an hour of turmoil and finding the right words for the mail, As my English teacher had taught me how to compose formal mails, (you know the QWERTY keyboard) I finished the mail and sent it again and again to every person's address i knew one by one. Just imagine my happiness the day i found out about Cc and Bcc. But well that time i did not and hence i sent each and everyone a mail family, friends everyone whose address i had written in a notebook along with my user id and password if i should forget. The ID is created, the initial mail sent, now comes the agonising wait for the reply. The reply did not take long as constant reminders to friends in school to update my email address and accommodate it in their address book resulted in positive publicity. But the first mail came from family which was good to see. The next from a close friend. After that my first reply to the mail. The first mail from a girl. I had created a separate folder for mails from girls because for me that time they were special now it is so for special girls but forget it. All this was during my first few months of email. Then came the messengers and the rest but that is irrelevant to the mail.
What i was writing here about was junk mail. The first time i received a Junk forward, I was so mystified by that technique in which the mail was created that i replied back to him saying it was a genuine piece of art. Bet, the person who must have read the reply must have been proud of himself but as of this moment i am not quite proud. Those were good old days. In between now and then there was a time when there was limited space for mails. So forwards were not welcome. Constant reminders sent across to stop overflowing my inbox, Separate folders still for girls mails. Deleting unwanted mails. Sending mails to people to stop sending chain mails for asking me to donate blood.
After this was the time of unlimited storage. The age where you don't delete a mail. Any person sends a mail and infinite people re send the same mail, same forward. In Hindi as they say "kutte jaise mail bhej rahe hai". In every inbox for a day there would be at least 25 forward for the day and out of them 10 would be the same mail. I know this could be exageration but it could happen and denying the fact does not help in any way.
The whole concept of a forward is over. Anyways forwards were here to stay as I say and my word they sure do stay.