Thursday, 31 July 2008

Take me away

My attempt at 'flash fiction', it is alot shorter than MJ's prescribed 600 words, and title and end could use some real work. There are three of mandated pop culture references, scattered subtly in the story. I will point them out if it's needed. So for MJ and whoever else who wishes to participate the restrictions will be at least one pop culture reference, less than 600 words, must not have profanity or sexually suggestive themes and ... I can't think of the restriction to add right now, will add later.


His thoughts filtered back to her, just her, nothing else seemed important enough to be thought about. He dwelt on every word she had said to him, even those not meant for him seemed to have some hidden meaning for him. Re-contextualising the shards of memories brought a smile to his face.

'Hey Jimmy.' It was Pete. Pete the Feet. So named because of his unique ability to smell of feet at all times of the day.'You waiting for your girlfriend, Jimmy?' asked Pete, annoyingly dragging his words. 'Pete, I think you need to go over there and count something.' said Jimmy, offhandedly.

He stood there waiting for what seemed an eternity. The one lesson above all else she had taught him was patience, he seemed he was always waiting for her, even it was for just a glimpse. He looked back at the doorway, and almost as if he willed her to walk through, she suddenly appeared, walking towards him.

And then she was next to him, putting her hand in his. The simple contact sent a trill of excitement down his spine. He made a silent wish, to whoever it was that listened to wishes, that this moment could last forever. 'Ah, Jimmy! Miss Havisham!' And the moment was over. 'Jimmy being a good boy for you, Miss Havisham?'

'Of course Mrs Dean, James is my favorite. Bye James, remember to do your homework.'


Till next time in Waseem world

Thursday, 24 July 2008

And the winner is ...

This post started off much differently yesterday. There was no real finality on who would be the winner, cos Saaleha was being diplomatic as ever and I was not sure how I was going to give the prize to nobody. So I considered making my life easier and giving the prize to a runner up but I decided instead to do the honorable thing and request Anonymous to claim his/her entry.

I was honestly surprised at the number and quality of the entries. I would like to firstly thank everyone who participated. We got about 10 entries and most of them were really funny, but one entry, at the real death of the competition, clinched the award of Purple Prose Pro.

That entry was ...

His eyes were automatically drawn towards her, like a blood covered man lying on the road after a car crash. His palms felt sweaty, his heart raced-the only other time he had felt this way was when his flatulence needed to be stifled. He opened his mouth to say Hi, but had forgotten about the Paan he had bit into an hour ago.

Honorable mentions to Parasputin and Mak(Muhammad) for their entries.

The winning entrant was previously thought to be Anonymous but has now identified herself as Morena. I would request Morena mail me her email address at so that I may mail her the prize.

Till next time in Waseem world.

Wednesday, 16 July 2008

8yr old me vs 25yr old me

I think as we age, we lose our optimism and we don't enjoy stuff as much as we used to. Like I went for an airshow on Sunday, I thought even though this is lame if I were younger it would be awesome. So here are my disparate takes on the airshow. There are few embellishments in my 8 year old version.

My Day At the Airshow

On Sunday we went to the airshow. It was lots of fun. I saw many helicopters and planes. We had a picnic. I ate pies and milktart. I also drank Coke. My favorite part of the airshow was when the cars raced the plane. The cars won. It was also funny when the big plane got stuck and the people had to push it. We also saw some people coming from the sky even a very old man. My daddy said the old man probably going to go back up to the sky very soon so he shouldn't have bothered. I'm not sure what daddy meant. I wanted to fall from the sky too but my mummy says they don't allow boys who don't eat all their vegetables. I don't like tomatoes :(


To Airshow or not to airshow

I went for the airshow for the first time in years, and to be honest I wasn't that impressed. I wasn't really expecting much though. I came to realise an airshow is basically planes and helicopters flying from one end to another, sometimes they loop or attempt daring stuff (flying higher from side to side). They had a part where cars raced a plane, which the overenthusiastic announcer described as a once in a life thing, but it was such a big ass plane there was no way it had any hope of catching up with cars. Also was a bit where there were a few parachuters, that would have been exciting if you were actually participating. There was this old guy, about 80-something, they said it was his last jump, I wouldn't have been surprised if it was his last breath. Complaints aside, I had a really great time cos it is not what you do but who you do it with.


Still taking entries for the competition, will close maybe end of this week, winning entry to be revealed next week.

P.S. I don't mind tomatoes.

Till next time in Waseem world.

Wednesday, 9 July 2008

It was a dark and stormy contest : The Purple Prose Pro

You would be excused if you didn't know who Bulwer-Lytton was, well you would be excused here, because I, myself, only found out what it meant yesterday from Saaleha. Lord Lytton was a popular writer in his day and coined many phrases that we use today viz. the pen is mightier than the sword. None so recognised though as 'It was a dark and stormy night', a phrase so despised by the writing fraternity, the Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest was instantiated in it's 'honor'.

The Bulwer-Lytton Fiction Contest (BLFC) is a tongue-in-cheek contest that takes place annually and is sponsored by the English Department of San José State University in San Jose, California. [Source:]

So I came up with the idea, with Saaleha, that we should have one of these contests in the blogs. God knows some of us write so terribly at times, so we have the material. The winner will get a special prize that can't be explained in terms of monetary value. Here are a few winners and entries from the 2007 contest to get your brain ticking.

Gerald began--but was interrupted by a piercing whistle which cost him ten percent of his hearing permanently, as it did everyone else in a ten-mile radius of the eruption, not that it mattered much because for them "permanently" meant the next ten minutes or so until buried by searing lava or suffocated by choking ash--to pee.

Jim Gleeson
Madison, WI


Danny, the little Grizzly cub, frolicked in the tall grass on this sunny Spring morning, his mother keeping a watchful eye as she chewed on a piece of a hiker they had encountered the day before.

Dave McKenzie
Federal Way, WA


Mary had a little lamb; its fleece was Polartec 200 (thanks to gene splicing, a diet of force-fed petrochemical supplements, and regular dips in an advanced surface fusion polymer), which had the fortunate side effect of rendering it inedible, unlike that other Mary's organic lamb which misbehaved at school and wound up in a lovely Moroccan stew with dried apricots and couscous.

Julie Jensen
Lodi, CA


The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife, not even a sharp knife, but a dull one from that set of cheap knives you received as a wedding gift in a faux wooden block; the one you told yourself you'd replace, but in the end, forgot about because your husband ran off with another man, that kind of knife.

Lisa Lindquist
Jackson, MI


There was a pregnant pause-- as pregnant as Judith had just told Darren she was (about seven and a half weeks along), which was why there was a pause in the first place.

Tracy Stapp
Santa Ana, CA


I was in a back alley in Fiji, fighting desperately and silently for my life, fighting desperately for oxygen, clawing at the calm and almost gentle pressure of the fabric held over my face by implacable, ebony thighs when I realized -- he was killing me softly with his sarong.

Karl Scott
Brisbane, Australia


Racing through space at unimaginable speeds, Capt. Dimwell could only imagine how fast his spaceship was going.

Gary Smith
Florissant, CO


You get the idea. There is only one rule: No plagiarism! All entries will be intensely Googled.

Rules Addendum: Basically your entry is allowed to be a paragraph of purple prose i.e. features exaggerated sentiment or extravagant and flowery language(Web definition). In the actual competition it has to be a sentence, preferably an intro sentence, but we don't need no stink'n rules, except the plagiarism one.

You may enter by comment or by email to me at or Saaleha at Entries will be judged by Saaleha and I. Good Luck!

Till next time in Waseem world.

Thursday, 3 July 2008

It's not just about sex

As I commented on LLOs post 'Theory of housewives' earlier - 'This is a good topic, ...' So I would like to add my opinion in post form, if LLO doesn't mind.

As far back as a decade, I would say, it was still easy to live with having just a single breadwinner, for most families at least. But with the increasing costs of everything from school fees to bubblegum, I just don't think it is possible anymore. So working wives are more the norm these days than the exception.

For me, if my wife wanted to work, then it would be her choice, provided that does not hamper her duties towards the family. And this is a two-way thing. My job shouldn't affect my duties towards the family as well. I don't get why people believe that it's a wife's job to bring up the family and husband's job to bring money into the house. So with this ideology, they say 'It's fine, my wife can work, but she must still have time to do housework, look after kids etc.'.

In my un-experienced opinion, marriage is about compromise, it's not just about your rights, it is about mutual satisfaction in the decisions that you make. We had a great talk at the conference about marriage and basically, that like all things, marriage takes time and effort.

Till next time in Waseem world