Thursday, October 30, 2008

Myers Briggs Type Indicator

This is called the MBIT test, which helps you find out your pesonality, and what kind of a job suits you the best. If you want to know more, please read, Stephen .P. Robbin's- Organisational Behaviour. (don't blame me if the book puts you to sleep)

My results were as follows.
Your personality type is ENFJ.
Extraverted (E) 50% Introverted (I) 50%
Intuitive (N) 68% Sensing (S) 32%
Feeling (F) 55% Thinking (T) 45%
Judging (J) 55% Perceiving (P) 45%

ENFJs generally have the following traits:

  • Genuinely and warmly interested in people
  • Value people's feelings.
  • Value structure and organization
  • Value harmony, and good at creating it
  • Exceptionally good people skills
  • Dislike impersonal logic and analysis
  • Strong organizational capabilities
  • Loyal and honest
  • Creative and imaginative
  • Enjoy variety and new challenges
  • Get personal satisfaction from helping others
  • Extremely sensitive to criticism and discord
  • Need approval from others to feel good about themselves

The flexibility of these characteristics leaves the ENFJ a lot of leeway in choosing a profession. As long as they're in a supportive environment in which they can work with people and are presented with sufficient diverse challenges to stimulate their creativity, they should do very well.

Possible Career Paths for the ENFJ:
Facilitator
Consultant (I play consultant to many people :P)
Psychologist (Pyscho la pyschologist uh?)
Social Worker / Counselor(I did community service in coll for credits)
Teacher (students ellarum fail aiyduva :P)
Clergy (chumma oru pechuku Art of Living guru nu sonna, ippidi sollitele!)
Human Resources (Food resources)
Manager (Neenga rombaa nallavangaa saar)
Events Coordinator (Depends on the kind of event)
Sales Representative (Selling what?!)
Politicians / Diplomats (Yeaaah Right)
Writers

Extravert, iNtuitive, Feeler, Judger (ENFJ)
Vivacious, warm, compassionate, and articulate, ENFJs are among the most skillful communicators. Tactful and diplomatic, they are patient listeners and have a rare gift for making personal connections. ENFJs are concerned with global issues, exceptionally attuned to others’ needs and passionate about finding creative solutions to help people in long-term ways. They are happiest when they have a plan and can work cooperatively with others to realize their goals. Being naturally orderly, ENFJs prefer an organized world and like to have matters settled, even if someone else is making the decisions. ENFJs radiate sympathy and understanding and are nurturing and supportive of others.

ENFJs Tend To Be:

  • Excellent communicators – great at facilitating, writing, & presenting
  • Enthusiastic, persuasive & able to build consensus
  • Inspiring leaders, creative problem solvers & great collaborators
  • Empathetic & able to anticipate others' needs
  • Quick to see the "big picture" possibilities
  • Decisive, organized & driven to be productive & reach their goals

The results were quite accurate, but grossly overrated.. Please give me better career options :)

You can take this test at: www.kisa.ca/personality

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Ode to Plagiarism

This is a fable my paati told me when I was a kid: “Once upon a time, there was a fox which was roaming in the forests. It was pitch dark in the open, and the fox fell into a pool of indigo dye. This changed the color of the fox and it did not know of it. The other animals in the forest were afraid, they ran away at the very sight of the fox. The fox loved this new found fame. It declared itself different from the rest, it claimed to be powerful. All the animals in the forest revered the fox. One night it started raining heavily. The fox got wet in its new found happiness. Little did it realize that it was its doomsday? When it dawned the next day, the fox was back to its original colour. The fame was lost. All the animals go like “neela sayaam veluthu pochu dum dum dum dum. Raja vesham kalanju pochu dum dum dum dum” “Translated as “The blue color has vanished, and the true color is out”


The essence of this was, be yourself, a simple message in a fable. When you try to pass off as somebody else, you are actually cheating yourself and the fake attitude will come to light someday just like in the fox’s case.


Another story to make it more “interesting”: X was copying something from Y. X copied everything written by Y. Finally when he finished copying, he found out that Y had a fly squatted, at the end of the page. In order to make it look “authentic”, X did the same. We call it “ee-adichan copy” in Tamil.


Most of us do this and it’s called plagiarism. We don’t claim to be somebody else; we claim of something that is rightfully not “ours” as our own.

“Plagiarism is the unauthorized use or close imitation of the language and thoughts of another author and the representation of them as one's own original work.” Source Wikipedia

Plagiarism in layman terms can be called copying or lifting. Copying is an ambiguous term, so lets put it this way; you copy an answer in the exam, which is plagiarism and you copy-pasting an article or a program from the internet is plagiarism again. Only the magnitude of copying varies.
In simpler terms we can term it as claiming somebody else’s work to be yours. Most of us have been there done that. All through college, we’ve done this for every assignment and project we had to submit. We copied or lifted articles at college level, maybe because we were asked to submit an assignment on a certain topic, nobody really talked about originality, and so nobody cared to write on their own. We the student folks can relate to this better than anybody else.

It’s not the right thing to do, and all of us know it. Teachers ask us to mention sources, and most of us don’t really care about it. And hence the bibliography page of any review or project was left empty, in most cases. Copying at college level may not look like a horrendous crime, because you know for a fact that the papers you submitted isn’t going to go anywhere beyond the college dustbin.

When you submit an assignment, you don’t ask “what’s in it?” you ask “where did you copy it from”, and we’re proud of it. Copying something worth reading from the internet was and is still something you are proud of. It’s easier to pass off somebody’s work as yours than do something on your own. It requires less brains and lesser hard work. It’s the easiest thing that you can ever do.

There really is no point in a claim to fame of that sort, your true colours will come to light someday or the other like the story of the fox which lost its blue colour when it rained.

Plagiarism is rampant everywhere. From the assignment you submitted to the scientific publications. Story writing to music direction. What is yours once it goes on the internet can easily become someone else’s. All of us are aware of the fact, that Himesh Reshamaiya lifts his tunes from Korean albums, and claims to be his own. Even well known directors down south do it for instant fame. We know it, and we accept it. Nobody revolts against it, leave revolting, nobody even questions the authenticity. We take it in our stride.

Take the case of a famous music director down-south, who is hailed as the next best thing that happened to the Tamil Film industry. A friend of mine, asked me to check out the videos in her profile. What I saw was SHOCKING! My first reaction was, how can somebody be so cheap? You claim that he is the best, and he happily lifts tunes from lesser known, in some-cases really well known albums, and we the audience lap it up, and don’t give a damn about it. This is the kind of apathy we have towards another person’s art. This is just one example, there might be lots more which you and me aren’t aware of. Plagiarism in the modern day life is put across the table in this sugar-coated word called “inspiration”.

Film-makers get inspired by movies made in the west, some modify It and some remake it, to suit the local taste.(yeah right!). Same applies to the student community; we get inspired by the article written by somebody else. My question here is, when you get inspired, you take the essence of it and build your idea based on it. You don’t literally copy it word by word and say “it’s mine!” Some people make it look better by adding on their own stuff to it, which is a couple of sentences at the max. Call it value-added service!

What do you get out of mindless copying? What kind of a satisfaction do you get out doing something as cheap as this? I am not trying to say, I’ve not lifted a thing, yes I have, and I mention the source at the end of it. Maybe that’s why my assignments fetched me more marks than my answer scripts!

Now I’ll show you plagiarized, I am sorry, inspiring stuff..
1) June Ponal- Inspired from All-Rise by Blue
http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=bV7iLtx5p2w

2) Music Director’s Muse
http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=_oOdHPX-22c

3) The shot in the arm- Krish has performed a karaoke on this
http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=_f99QsAMeng

Cheers :)

Thursday, October 16, 2008

Chennaiyil Oru Mazhai Kalam

சென்னையில் ஒரு மழை காலம்

Before you go ahead and read the post, answer the following questions.
1) Do you run into the balcony when you smell rain in the air?
2) Your fondest memories of childhood are those, spent in the verandah collecting rain-drops in little cups? Rowing little paper boats in puddles of water? Or running out of the house with your grandma screaming “Come in!” in the background?
3) Every time it starts raining, you drop a couple of clothes from the clothes line intentionally so that you can run down and get drenched in the rain?
4) You cannot resist the temptation of stepping into a puddle however muddy it might be?
5) You thoroughly enjoy singing/dancing/walking/riding your bike in the rain?
6) You despise umbrellas, raincoats, jerkins and the likes?
7) You really don’t mind catching a cold or sneezing away to glory after a royal drench.
8) You sit by the window enjoy a steaming cup of filter kaapi, and Maggie noodles, watching the rain?
9) You like clicking random pictures of the rain, and showing off your photographic skills?

If you’ve answered 6/9 questions with a yes, you may proceed to read the post. For those who haven’t qualified, this post is really not meant for you, get back to sleep I say.

"விண்ணோடு மேல சட்டம் என்ன..
மண்ணோடு சின்ன தூறல் என்ன..
எங்கேதான் சென்றாயோ இப்போது வந்தயூ
சொல்லாமல் வந்தது போல் நில்லாமல் போவாயோ..
தப்பாமல் மீண்டும் சந்திப்பாயோ..
நீ வரும்போது நான் மறைவேனா..
நீ வரும்போது நான் மறைவேனா..
தரிகிட தரிகிட தா..."

Rain is the greatest manifestation of Mother Nature’s beauty. You look up at the grey clouds waiting for them to grace the earth and watching her come down with all her fury is a visual treat. Everything around you wears a cheery look, the leaves look greener, the flowers with their dew on, look brighter. The calmness the rain brings about is something that cannot be expressed in words.

It can be used to portray a variety of emotions; anger-joy-happiness-sadness. The moviemakers exploit this to the hilt, and it’s unfairly misused. You tend to love the rain a tad more than other folks maybe because of Chennai’s famous or rather infamous weather, which goes like hot-hotter-hottest.

It brings respite from the sweltering heat, schools and colleges declare unexpected holidays at the slightest hint of rain; exams get postponed, roads get clogged with rainwater, over flowing storm water drains. Puddles of water on the ground; little kids walking, jumping, and running through them splashing water all over the place. Oldies cribbing about wet shoes. It’s the time of the year when cold, viral infections and Madras eye make their presence felt. You get to see an array of colourful umbrellas and raincoats on the roads and a handful like me making fun of them.

Say Hi!, to Chennai’s winter or rainy season or whatever you’d like to call it. It has arrived and is here to stay until the mid of December. (Hopefully). The irony of this fact is that during April-may, people crib about water or the lack of it in Chennai, and when it rains they say “I hate this rain”, it rains once in a while and these people are a major turn off. *Spoil Sports*

Chennaiyin mazhai kaalam comes only once a year, and it is a season to treasure and cherish.. So, throw away that umbrella and get drenched in the rain!! If you don’t have the guts to do that, don’t discourage people like me, it doesn’t deter us anyway.

Here’s a bonus read or watch that might inspire you.
http://in.youtube.com/watch?v=C12NSKIRsOk

Saturday, October 4, 2008

Road Rage

Date: 03.10.08
Time: 17.05
Place: A busy road in Chennai City.

Reported by, Yours Truly:
If this was a newspaper report, it would have been something like this. "21yr old Woman, knocked off her two-wheeler by a four-wheeler. She sustained minor injuries on her leg, and no FIR was filed. The victim was rushed to a nearby hospital for first aid."

If this was a TV reporter, One reallyyy high pitched voice, vehicles speeding in the background, and the lady or the man standing in the middle of the road, lets say where the event took place and saying the following. "On a busy Friday evening a 21 yr old girl Ms. Yours truly was hit a by a speeding car on a busy road. The girl fell off the bike with the bike turned to the right, the victim's left leg was right under the bike. The car driver on seeing the victim on the road, sped off the road, before the cops could arrive. This is another case of a road-rage!! The victim was rushed to the nearest hospital for first aid. She sustained injuries on her right leg."

If I was reporting this, it would be like this "One stupid fucked up son-of-a-bitch car driver hit me on the road when I was trying to move to the left side of the road with my indicator on! I fell off the bike like a Tamil film hero falling off his bike. I tried getting onto my feet, and before that I was surrounded by a group of ladies and uncles trying to get me off my feet. I promptly switched off my bike's ignition. One really nice Thata brought my bike to the corner of the road. One lady put my arms around her shoulder, helped me walk up to the pavement, and some other lady gave me a bottle of water to drink. The same Thata rode my bike until my Mom's office. And I got home after that!"

What started off as a boring Friday morning ended on a double sad note. Earlier during the day I was a little upset over the fact that my balance sheet did not tally in the exam and the other two problems were also wrong. But what made me double sad was, my torn jeans.. My favorite pair of jeans tore.. :'(. I don't intend to throw it off, I will keep it as a keepsake in memory of my first road accident, which has left me with a swollen and bruised knee and torn jeans. Or I'll take Adi's advice and wear it later to make a fashion statement!

This goes out to all my speed loving friends.

  • Speed thrills but kills as well.!
  • Fast and furious is only meant for the dudes in the Pulsar ad. Don't ever try it on our roads, you may not live to tell the tale.
  • Never speed on your bike when you are taking a turn, I was going at 30Kmph so I ended up with a bruised and swollen knee.
  • Wear your helmet. There are no replacement surgeries for your head. And not all of us get a replacement like Lord Ganesha. Yeah it makes your hair stink, causes hair-fall, ruines your hairstyle. But its worth it. THIS saved me from a head injury.
  • Never hesitate to help someone in need, You may need them someday.

Cheers :)

Angels do exist....

What happened last evening has reinforced my good-trust in people. When i fell off my bike yesterday, for a second I could not comprehend what was happening around me. My mind went blank for a couple of seconds, I had this weird swirling feeling in my head, my leg felt like jelly and I was helpless in the middle of a road. Sounds very filmy but its true. I did not cry or scream, the pain had made me numb.

At this point one Thatha walked up to the spot, picked my bike and parked it on the corner of the road. He offered me a ride back home on his scooter, and was ready to take me to the hospital for treatment. He spoke to my mom and informed her about what happened. I was moved by what he did for me. I was a stranger to him, I was just another victim of a road accident. He could have left the spot immediately, but he did not do that. What took me by surprise was his kind, gentle and friendly demeanor.

This man was a man of virtue, who wanted nothing in return for the service rendered. On our way back he asked me about what I do, where I study and about my parents. I was reassured that I was fine and nothing has happened to me, I think that kept me from crying. He dropped me back to my visibly tensed and nervous Mom, he looked at her and said "your daughter is a brave girl" my mom could only laugh to herself.

When the world is filled with selfishness, jealously, hatred, intolerance and acrimony, here was a man who symbolised selflessness, honesty and integrity. I really admire him for what he did. He was old, but not fragile, he was a man who had probably weathered many storms. His age showed wisdom and charecter. When my Mother offered to drop him off at the spot, he refused saying he stayed close by and that he took his evening walk that way every evening. That showed independence.

When I was humiliated, insulted, by a group of strangers a couplle of months back, when I was dumped by so-called best friends, when my good trust in people was lost. Someone like this thata woke up me to the fact good samaritans and angels do exist. They don’t walk up to us everyday, but they make their presence felt this way.

Thinking about it I think he was the Guardian Angel sent by God to save me. I could have well been left there, but he decided to help me out. Mr. K. Krishnamurthy wherever you are, Thank you so much for kind-heartedness. Thank you is too small a word to express what I feel. My heart goes out to him.

Wounds of the past will heal with time, and this too will. But what keeps us going are these memories, some good; some bad. People walk in and out our lives and only some have that lasting impact. This will stay with me forever.

Angels do exist, but they walk into our lives in the form of human beings.