I read the One Minute Manager last week. oh yes, i only read fiction or non fiction books in the college library. its very rare for one to find me reading books on biochemistry or biotechnology. (chemistry i am well equipped with books at home). It was a good read. I had in fact read this after reading who moved my cheese by the same author.
something that influenced me or rather struck me really well, is his first key to success. It talked about making one minute goals. I've prepared so many goals till date, and hit the bulls eye not very often. I started wondering about it after reading the book. It then reminded me of the chattery me.
I am a person who talks talks talks and talks. so writing things short was a problem. i needed to explain things out clearly.
I was also reminded of a comment that I had got for my previous blog, that it was too long that one could lose patience no matter how interesting it might seem. I believed it because i felt the same when i read really long posts in forums or other blogs. i later realized that THE ONE MINUTE MANAGER book primarily fascinated me because it was not lengthy. i started comparing it with the other non fiction books that I've read. And i found out that the books i vividly remember reading, or rather enjoyed reading were the ones which were written short and sweet.
i started writing things really short, then i realised it was very simple and easy. I could write summaries short and sweet. The last summary i had written was for 7 lines and it was thoroughly sane and explanatory.
Now i hope i become a O.Henry in the making. (too much... i know...)
Sunday, November 30, 2008
Friday, November 7, 2008
A NEW ROLE TO PLAY
aaaawww!!!!! yes it hurts when i pinch myself. Yes it hurts. I am alive OK. I've escaped from being blasted by a bomb.
Today in the morning, I finished my prayer though my mom was yelling at me that I was getting late for the zero hour french class. I finished the prayer session and sat into the car and hit my head to the door. My mom then decided to drop me and come back. She was explaining about not being scared of life or death. Where the trend is usually that I would be made to hear a lecture on time management and that I should have got ready early. She dropped me as I ran down the ramp to the IT block to the french class, and I looked up to see my friend gazing out of the window evident that mam was not in the class. I then ran back and told mom that I was not late. "oh well, tell her hi for me" she said and drove back home. Mam was a bit late today. We finished the class and when was about to tell us au revoir, a lecturer came telling us to assemble. Generally we miss the assembly whenever we have a french class.
Skeptically we all gathered in the assembly. sheesh! I've never seen the whole college gather at one time like this after the Yuvamahotsav. Sans the ones who were on leave, the ones who were in the library, class, canteen and other hang out spots gathered and it was a huge crowd.
At the space int he commerce block where we were gathered, there were people thinking that the gathering was to declare a holiday. some thought that it might be a day where some staff would retire, and some people came up saying that it was a bomb.Wooo!!! I am excited now. We were talking crazy things about the bomb getting exploded there. By then we were shoo ed away to the ground near the MBA block. In that hurry scurry movement to the MBA block, people confirmed that it WAS a bomb. And now, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! I dont want to die. my fear of dying got even worse after seeing the cops and sniffer dogs. Though it was cool to see cops in the college, I was behaving silly.
Some people were scribbling things (crap/ nonsense) as their "will". By then I had called up my mom twice. Once from purnima's cell and once from bharath's cell. My cell is in a pretty bad shape now. I'll fix it sometime soon though. It was tough for mom to contact me to know how the situation there is, and I was moving form one place to another going along with the crowd. The gates were all locked. By then the ones who were bunking and were on leave were excited to come in. But nope they were not allowed. In that crowd, I found another girl talking to her mom about this in Tamil. We were glad to know that both of us are Tamilians. I felt so native and patriotic to speak in my mother tongue in that very complicated hour(need of the hour you see). Then a few lecturers came out
I went up asking them " sir, what if it really blasts?" " we' ll also die with you" they said. That answer was not satisfactory at that moment. Then I found my biotech lecturer come out, then I shouted out "Maaam. mam I am my mother's only child. Why cant they let us out mam?" I am also my mother's only child" she said and drove me away to again join the assembly. My french lecturer who hear this started laughing and called me out to make me stop talking nonsense. She said" I am the only mother to my kids Amritha. Stop talking such things(ROTFLMAO at the moment)" "mam, today morning my mother asked me to tell you hi" "oh tell her a hi from my side too""mam i would like to go and tell her hi again mam" "it must be some silly prank by someone. Dont go by it. Be calm and don't show your weakness" "a coup de théâtre you say madame?" " voila!" she laughed and went away. Again I felt happy to talk to her in french. And I felt I was properly exercising my linguist talent at that time talking to different people in different languages.
Then we all assembled in single defined lines. A student who had observed something suspicious while coming to assemble was asked to repeat the information to the staff again. By then the folks had known that if it would explode, it would explode and they decided to enjoy that moment in mirth. They began taking videos of the scene and started screaming out and whistling out before they die. If the person had placed the bomb, or played the prank saw this, he would regret doing this seeing the way the students sportively took death. It was typically a college scene. If it were a school, there would be children crying real loud. His efforts would have gone in vain the ever calm principle was never seen so baffled and serious ever. He came towards the stage with the cops. He got on the stage and declared a holiday.
The security arranged for us was very organized. The students were made to go in a single file with the lecturers standing as a guard of honor. Till the end of the lane, and the student's vehicles were all inspected. I appreciate they way the management handled the students. I would know if it is really a coup de théâtre or not tomorrow or on Monday.
At every such hour there SHOULD be a silly character. And today, unusually, that role was played by me amidst the hyper, enthusiastic and excited crowd. Its not that I've not seen instances where I've escaped death. i was near Lumbini park when there was the twin blast. I've been in the car when we drove through horrible floods, and in turbulent weathers, and in bad road conditions. I still don't understand what made me behave silly. But I am happy I took the silent initiative to play that role :P . Whatever. It was fun being silly, and playing a new silly role today.
Today in the morning, I finished my prayer though my mom was yelling at me that I was getting late for the zero hour french class. I finished the prayer session and sat into the car and hit my head to the door. My mom then decided to drop me and come back. She was explaining about not being scared of life or death. Where the trend is usually that I would be made to hear a lecture on time management and that I should have got ready early. She dropped me as I ran down the ramp to the IT block to the french class, and I looked up to see my friend gazing out of the window evident that mam was not in the class. I then ran back and told mom that I was not late. "oh well, tell her hi for me" she said and drove back home. Mam was a bit late today. We finished the class and when was about to tell us au revoir, a lecturer came telling us to assemble. Generally we miss the assembly whenever we have a french class.
Skeptically we all gathered in the assembly. sheesh! I've never seen the whole college gather at one time like this after the Yuvamahotsav. Sans the ones who were on leave, the ones who were in the library, class, canteen and other hang out spots gathered and it was a huge crowd.
At the space int he commerce block where we were gathered, there were people thinking that the gathering was to declare a holiday. some thought that it might be a day where some staff would retire, and some people came up saying that it was a bomb.Wooo!!! I am excited now. We were talking crazy things about the bomb getting exploded there. By then we were shoo ed away to the ground near the MBA block. In that hurry scurry movement to the MBA block, people confirmed that it WAS a bomb. And now, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!! I dont want to die. my fear of dying got even worse after seeing the cops and sniffer dogs. Though it was cool to see cops in the college, I was behaving silly.
Some people were scribbling things (crap/ nonsense) as their "will". By then I had called up my mom twice. Once from purnima's cell and once from bharath's cell. My cell is in a pretty bad shape now. I'll fix it sometime soon though. It was tough for mom to contact me to know how the situation there is, and I was moving form one place to another going along with the crowd. The gates were all locked. By then the ones who were bunking and were on leave were excited to come in. But nope they were not allowed. In that crowd, I found another girl talking to her mom about this in Tamil. We were glad to know that both of us are Tamilians. I felt so native and patriotic to speak in my mother tongue in that very complicated hour(need of the hour you see). Then a few lecturers came out
I went up asking them " sir, what if it really blasts?" " we' ll also die with you" they said. That answer was not satisfactory at that moment. Then I found my biotech lecturer come out, then I shouted out "Maaam. mam I am my mother's only child. Why cant they let us out mam?" I am also my mother's only child" she said and drove me away to again join the assembly. My french lecturer who hear this started laughing and called me out to make me stop talking nonsense. She said" I am the only mother to my kids Amritha. Stop talking such things(ROTFLMAO at the moment)" "mam, today morning my mother asked me to tell you hi" "oh tell her a hi from my side too""mam i would like to go and tell her hi again mam" "it must be some silly prank by someone. Dont go by it. Be calm and don't show your weakness" "a coup de théâtre you say madame?" " voila!" she laughed and went away. Again I felt happy to talk to her in french. And I felt I was properly exercising my linguist talent at that time talking to different people in different languages.
Then we all assembled in single defined lines. A student who had observed something suspicious while coming to assemble was asked to repeat the information to the staff again. By then the folks had known that if it would explode, it would explode and they decided to enjoy that moment in mirth. They began taking videos of the scene and started screaming out and whistling out before they die. If the person had placed the bomb, or played the prank saw this, he would regret doing this seeing the way the students sportively took death. It was typically a college scene. If it were a school, there would be children crying real loud. His efforts would have gone in vain the ever calm principle was never seen so baffled and serious ever. He came towards the stage with the cops. He got on the stage and declared a holiday.
The security arranged for us was very organized. The students were made to go in a single file with the lecturers standing as a guard of honor. Till the end of the lane, and the student's vehicles were all inspected. I appreciate they way the management handled the students. I would know if it is really a coup de théâtre or not tomorrow or on Monday.
At every such hour there SHOULD be a silly character. And today, unusually, that role was played by me amidst the hyper, enthusiastic and excited crowd. Its not that I've not seen instances where I've escaped death. i was near Lumbini park when there was the twin blast. I've been in the car when we drove through horrible floods, and in turbulent weathers, and in bad road conditions. I still don't understand what made me behave silly. But I am happy I took the silent initiative to play that role :P . Whatever. It was fun being silly, and playing a new silly role today.
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