Emails and chiefly forwarded emails can be a source of irritation more than elation. Out of about twenty emails only two are worth the effort of reading and one would be worth sending forward On an average of course is limited to my own inbox and that of a few friends who share the same sentiments. What really gets me nervous is the forebearing one which warns me that if I do not forward this email to 55 people I will receive bad luck in 55 seconds, and if I forward it, I will receive good fortune in 55 minutes. The choice is no choice at all, but the problem is that I do not have 55 people on my contact list. I have an old aunt and some immediate family members and three other college friends. My face book bears the same vacant look. It does not bother me but this fore warning is too delicate a subject. I imagine people who do not forward the message either losing all their money or even dying. That is the worst and ultimate thought that hangs over my head. Then there are the short messages on your cellular phone. When I bought one I had no idea it would or could bring bad luck in so many ways in one single day. The message that warns you to forward this message to at least 25 people for the sake of the highest power and ends with the question: "Don't you have 25 rupees to spare for the one who gave you all this?" I clench my teeth because I have a contact list that is three less than is required Superstitions and hallucinations, intuitions and illuminations about the affairs of everyone else in the country have always been our favourite national sport after cricket. Emails and text messaging have given space to such people to scare the hell out of the rest of us. We have been marginalised to react in exactly the manner they want us to. Not that I am giving any ideas to anyone but I hope it has occurred to the intelligence agencies of this country that the those who are trigger happy all over the north of Pakistan may already be working on this side. I have this intuition because recently most of the text messages on the round are about warning you about how a suicide bomber will try and get into your car by force and he is not scared of blowing himself up or you. Therefore keep your doors locked at all times. I dread the day when we will start receiving messages about the next target, the hour when the bomb will blow up; to live in the fear of death and to fear every passing moment. Not the life I imagined for this nation or its young ones. My young one is building blocks right now and every time she breaks the tower she says: "Look mama, another bomb blasted off" Sceptics please refrain from telling me that my child should not watch television and specially news channels. Our home is the last of the few left where television is viewed sparingly and with discretion. But fear and such news are in the air and children are picking these vibes from the air that they breathe. What then, can we do to purify this air once again? What is our responsibility as citizens and parents other than blaming the government? It would be to sift out impurities for the sake of survival. It would entail resisting those who want to take the future away from our children and to push them back with the kind of force that comes from within. Last but never the least it would ask of us the kind of strength and faith that can bring the change we want but do not make an effort for. Individual endeavours go down in history as the force that changed the face of a country. Meanwhile, I continue deleting darkly shrouded messages without reading them. Life is worth far more than a warning from someone sitting at a keyboard wasting his time away. The writer is a freelance columnist E-mail: