Reaching our true potential.

Posted on Apr 18, 2014 in Culture, Education | 0 comments

Dear Blog.

Today you have to be my best and most helpful friend.

I have to get these words down about Linda, so I’m going to practise here.

It’s something along the lines of:

I help you and your people understand and achieve your true potential.

or how about:

When you understand your potential you realise that your limits are way before anything you have dreamed of.

But then it could be something from a different angle. How about:

When you’re working at your very best work becomes a joy, you are a joy to be with, and the energy you create starts to rub off on those around you.

This state is where true engagement happens, this is when your business starts to perform in ways beyond anything you have dreamed of. The best performing businesses in the world outstrip the competition through working together as engaged teams.

It’s only through understanding your potential, and then exploring the blocks to achieving it, that you will be able to map the route to astounding success. The biggest block is just stopping, taking stock, and looking at your lives. That may be just your work life, but it is more likely to be wider than that. The pressures you feel from home, or the pressure you feel from not being at home enough, are all significant.

 

It can be too fast, too intense, for some. These people should self identify and be given less demanding roles, or be helped find something that suits them better outside the business.

Hey, I’m quite getting into this, it could be fun. Here’s my main distraction – the frame is still stripped. I have all the parts. I have thoroughly cleaned everything and regressed it all – quite a job and I’m a proud girl to have down it. But I haven’t started to assemble anything yet.

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Trying to label Linda.

Posted on Apr 15, 2014 in Education | 0 comments

Thinking about Linda. As I said I have a vested interest in this as, at some point in our conversation, I agreed to write something for her that she could use as a simple home page for the website she wants to create.

Blimey. I only met her today and already we’re sort of working together. It must have been her influence though that made me suggest it, I would never normally have the confidence to do such a thing with a friend let alone someone I’ve never met before.

So what does she do?

Well, apart from being a sportswoman who once reached the very top of her game – I don’t know what sport she’s into, but she told me that much – she’s also a trainer / coach who works across the world, and that’s what I need to think about.

The most important thing that I do is to create a short, simple line that defines Linda.

When she talks about herself it’s deeply involving. She talks about helping individuals, whether they are CEOs of big corporate companies, or just someone like me who she has met in the pub, to reach their true potential. She says that the potential of someone in this country is often way beyond what they expect it to be and she thinks that’s still a hangover from the modesty of the Victorians. She reckons that as an Indian, at least by descent, my natural state should be a whole lot more liberated and free – blimey, that mae me feel more British than Indian.

She comes up with lovely phrases such as this:

1947998_10152113425987621_448086308_nIt’s impel, but powerful stuff. She told me that as I get older it’ll be easier to let something happen for longer before I discard it – such as a relationship, or belief. But she said that it’ll benefit me to practise keeping that principle in mind now. Blimey. I think I could learn so much.

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Sleep and Teenage Life

Posted on Nov 12, 2013 in Education, Study | 0 comments

It’s only recently that I have realised the way I felt through much of my teens was actually natural.

I was exhausted.

And yet when I read about other kids I also realise that I was a lot better at coping than most.

swimmers#I was a swimmer, a competition swimmer. If you’ve not known someone who swims you won’t know just how draining it is, but also exhilarating.

It’s not just the child who ends up drained either, there has to be a dedicated parent who is driving them on, taking them to the pool stupidly early most mornings a week to train, before the early morning influx of business people. That means getting to the pool at six. Swimming hard, really hard, being balled at by the coach, until seven when the pool would then open for non-club swimmers. I’d shower at the pool to avoid risk of bathroom wars at home, and then make and eat a healthy breakfast. All before my lazy ass brothers had even got themselves out of bed.

Because of this I couldn’t do that late night thing that most of my mates did. I’d be in bed by 9pm and I’d usually read for an hour or so before falling asleep with my book on top of me, and the light on.

But although I was going to bed really early I wasn’t getting any more than seven and a half hours sleep, though research suggests now that nine hours is what teenagers need. No wonder I was knackered all the time.

Throw in puberty, a madly confusing family situation. A strong mother determined to ensure that her only daughter was strong minded and strong willed and it’s a miracle that I cope in society at all! I think I was happy, I was often angry, but only with the challenges life threw at me, like brothers.

It wasn’t normal. School was hard, yet my grades seemed to come easily. It’s because I was forced to work hard, use pass papers (my friends at University are now using this handy little site for help with their essays), revise, debate with teachers, debate at home at meal times. It’s a good job I didn’t understand the word precocious, it would have only deepened my paranoia!

If I ever have children I’ll help them sleep and sleep and sleep. I will encourage them to do sport though. I know for sure it kept me out of trouble, and gave me the discipline to study hard.

Image of swimmers courtesy of Brittany Randolph

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Education has a culturally strange attitude

Posted on Sep 19, 2013 in Education | 0 comments

TeacherI spoke to one of my lecturers, a lady with whom I thought I could build a bit of rapport, and asked her if it was worth me carrying out a kind of cultural study that I could grow into a piece of work towards my degree.

Her answer was both disappointing and hopeful at the same time.  She peered at me over her half-moon glasses for so long that I thought she’d forgotten the question, and when she spoke she was hardly enthusiastic.

According to my lecturer, the kind of study I had in mind was the sort of thing that master’s or PhD students did; undergraduates just had to follow the rules of the game as laid out by the curriculum.  However, she reckoned that if I wanted to create my own study and work on it in my spare time (as in, outside the 40 hours we’re supposed to be working on our coursework), then there was a good chance I’d be able to use it in either my end of year project, or even in subsequent years.

She said things like: “I’m sorry, that’s just too advanced for what the course is expecting of you” and “it wouldn’t be fair on the other students.”  As if something I wanted to do for my own advancement would reflect on other people!

I don’t really understand the attitude, but it’s basically the same as what you get at school.  Follow the rules, do only the work requested of you, and try to blend in; after that you should manage to get out alive and with some qualifications.

I don’t know if it is just this lady, or if that’s the kind of thing that all the lecturers will tell me, so I’m going to try it out one more time on someone else, just to see.  I’m nothing if not stubborn.

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How many hours?

Posted on Sep 12, 2013 in Education | 0 comments

It turns out ‘matriculation’ is a ceremony thing where the vice chancellor of the university welcomes all students to the institution and says how happy he is that we’re starting our careers here, and that he hopes we’ll all get something out of it.

Dull, dull, dull: I’d rather be drinking hot chocolate with my flatmates!

Mind you, I had the rather excellent joy of meeting three of my lecturers later on, as well as most of my cohort of students on the cultural studies course, and it’s really nice to find that they’re all a bunch of interesting, thoughtful people, much like myself of course (ha ha)!

We discussed what we were hoping to achieve, the lecturers handed out reams of paper with the course details, and asked us to start thinking about the pathways we want to take.  I can’t even remember the options now.

They also told us the number of hours we are expected to work.  Basically, they want us to do about 40 hours of academic work every week, but only 15 of those hours are likely to be ‘contact time’ with lecturers.  What’s quite funny is that the two history students in my flat, Elise and Jenny, only have two hours of contact time each week – literally one lecture and nothing else.  I wonder how disciplined they’re going to be.  The rest of the time we’re expected to be working on our relationships with the librarians at the university library, and reading around our subjects.

Of course, the library only has so many copies of certain books, so I headed for the bookshop.  At least that way I can make notes and keep the book as long as I want, and if I don’t write on the book itself, I can sell it to next year’s students.

I don’t know where I’m going to get the time to continue with my online blackjack and forex dabbling, but they are definitely going to be essential.  I feel a shopping trip coming on already!

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First day at university

Posted on Sep 3, 2013 in Education | 0 comments

UNIThe final day of childhood has come and gone!  My father finally backed away, his eyes never leaving me until he disappeared through the door.  His little girl was left all by herself.  I’m sure he and mum can actually have a nice time together.  What were they doing all summer?

I’m sitting in my room in student halls; a very nice but fairly clinical room, with a built-in single bed, a wet room with a power shower, and strip lighting across the ceiling.  The first thing I’m going to do is hit a certain Swedish furniture superstore tomorrow morning and get myself a few lamps so that I don’t have to deal with the pulsating flickering hell of fluorescent lighting.

I can hear a bunch of people laughing and talking in the corridor a bit further down.  I’ve met a few of my new flatmates, but as there will be eight of us in the end, and only five of us have appeared for fresher’s week so far, there are plenty more introductions to go around.

No one else is doing the same course as me.  I’m a cultural studies loner, and so far there are two history students, one girl doing a science foundation course, and one who wants to be a film maker (I can’t remember the name of her course).  Everyone seems nice and non-scary – so far, anyway!  Also, up to now they’re all younger than me, because I took a year out.  It would be funny if they thought I was the scary one!

Apparently we’re going to take our loans and hit the student union tonight, so I’ve got to try out my new shower, dig out something to wear and try not to drink too much, because I have some kind of introductory meeting tomorrow for my course.

I’m going to try and keep a cultural diary for the next few weeks.  I realised that what I’m about to enter is a new stage in my own cultural development.  I’ve gone from child to well-travelled adult in a few short months, and now I’m hitting a different area of my own nation’s culture: studentism!

If I can use my experiences to give my degree work some depth, I might end up achieving more; so student union, here I come!

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