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