Skip to main content

The art of messing up several things at once.

Years ago I had been to a workshop. I had a very major carry away from it. Probably that is when I started superficially looking at my nature of work. Not just mine, but other females around. It was during that time that I had my hands on the book "Why men lie and women cry?" and I could actually relate to how women are hard-wired for multi-tasking and have great pride in boosting their multi-tasking abilities.  The picture of multi-tasking in the book conflicted with my major carry away from the workshop. But gradually I realized that multitasking is a myth. I wanted to pass this on to kids. 

On another day, it was my daughter's friend's birthday, there were around 5 kids at home. That was the right time. I wanted them to demo the learning from my workshop. Each of them was asked to pick a piece of paper. Then they were timed while they wrote A to Z followed by 1 to 26. Post that they were asked to turn in the sheet of paper, they were timed again. This time they were asked to write an Alphabet and then a number alternatively like A 1 B 2 C 3 D 4 E 5 ........ 

Very clearly, the first task took less time than the second one. When asked about the learnings from the activity each had a different answer. One said focus, other time management, and another lost in thoughts. Each was right in their own perspective. However, the idea behind the activity was to let the kids know that the brain is more productive when one task is done at a time. If we dig in, we know that the human brain is not designed to multi-task. At any point in time, a brain can only handle one work. Multi-tasking makes us FEEL being productive while single-tasking is ACTUALLY productive. :) 


Popular posts from this blog

The kitchen I fell in love with!

It was a cloudy morning, as I watched the sky through the balcony window after getting up. I hoped Mr. Sun to be a little kind to spread his shine that day and rushed to finish my morning miscellaneous work. By 6:15 am, I checked my mobile to find a missed call. I did not bother to call back since I was already on my way to the lady’s house who had called up. I reached her house by 6:30. am. She was busy finishing up her morning stuffs and took another 5 mins and then got into the passenger seat of my car.  “I called you up, and then I called your land line. Your mother informed that you have already started.” she said. “I thought I will talk to you in person since I already had started, hence did not bother to call back.” I replied. “I was wondering if you would make it or not. I almost had dropped the idea of participating, later when your mother said that you have started, I hurried up.” She said. “hmm.....frankly I went to bed late. My daughter was in a playful

TajMahal or RamaSetu ?

As I grabbed a glass of water  in one hand this morning, the other logged into WhatsApp to quickly catchup on updates from groups. One thing that caught my attention was a forward from my Engineering class group. One of them had forwarded the below pic: I had an ear-to-ear smile. I pondered for a few minutes and gave a quick response -  "If you ask me, one wanted to show off his love and other wanted to protect his love. However there was lack of respect and trust respectively which is base of love. So if you ask me, either both qualify or both dont. 😊 or we might have to ask Mumtaz or Sita. 😂😂😂 I at times fantasize and wonder what would 'Ramayana' look like if it were written by a female. 😁" Even after the reply the subject had been running in the background. As they say, to get over it, one needs to get through it. So here I am jotting down the thoughts that waved up my mind.  Though majority of people in and around me very clearly had and have been taking reli

Stitch in time saves nine :)

( Any thing and any person seeks a compassionate heart. The restless brain influenced by the materialistic greed either refrains from taking righteous action or indulges into sinful crime; convincing oneself that everything is in it's hands. It needs a situation like quarantine for hearts to takeover brain and be compassionate. What a short lived soaring compassion! ) Stitch in time saves nine They say a stitch in time saves nine But why would you save nine when it is completely fine? Oh no, then goes the realization - it’s quarantine! The thread running like a non-stop train, Helps restless brain to refrain; Or may be it’s just to convince that   I can make things fine, And console the crooked wise brain. Stop it! It’s a crime, Says heart, the prime. But the heart’s words go unheard without proper claim. Repeated gestures like that are for sure to chime! Its then that neither stitch nor time is going to stop the prime, And it sews its way to sublim