Thursday, 29 March 2007

The haircut of discipline

My cousin Yuraaz, in a bid to be stylish, had a haircut with stripes on the side of his head. The problem was the haircut was against school rules. So the school suspended him and told him not to come back to school until he had a haircut. So he had to go have a haircut which he claims 'makes him look like a thumbee lighty'.

I related this story to a couple of friends, commenting on the harshness of the punishment. One of my friends agreed and said they should have given him to the next day to have a haircut. Another friend, a budding teacher, said that rules are rules and that he needs to learn his actions have consequences. To which I replied, do you think he will learn that lesson from this incident? She said not at this age, but he will later on in life.

This got me to thinking, how many of the punishments I have served have taught me a lesson. The duster on my knuckles for no homework and the cane beatings for not knowing my Suras just taught me to come up with better excuses. The 5000 lines for making noise in class just taught me that the photocopier is our friend and girls are willing to help guys in need by writing a few lines. Maybe my later on in life is still coming.

Till next time in Waseem world


Monday, 26 March 2007

The ponderings of a nice guy

This is a question thats plagued me for as long as I can remember. 'Am I too nice for my own good?' The most often response is 'Of course not, you're perfect the way you are' I take that as the nice response.

Today though I got what I think is the honest answer 'Yes, sickeningly nice. Girls prefer the b*stards' This response may be cynical, but honestly when someone is nice to us, we (guys and girls) question their motives until we can trust them enough.

In the end of the day though, I am a nice guy, it is who I am, I can't change that and I dont think I want to.

Till next time in Waseem world



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Thursday, 22 March 2007

It starts...

I guess when you read the blog title you are expecting some witty and amazing musings from someone called Waseem. I'll try not to disappoint you. My name is Waseem so Im already winning ... right?

I was pretty much against starting a blog because i assumed it was like bearing your heart out to strangers, a sort of modern age diary.Recently though, I've been convinced otherwise. My idea on it now is its more like a way to invite people to share in your life. Well thats the lie Im going with for now.

Till next time in Waseem world