Is there any relation between the number of those tearjerkers you watch on TV and your mental state? A recent study has found that unhappy people
watch much more television than happy people.
Academics found happy people socialise more, read more newspapers and have more sex — but watch less television. Those who are unhappy watch up to 30% more television than happy people, John Robinson and Steven Martin of the University of Maryland discovered.
The American researchers formed their conclusions after analysing the social habits of 30,000 people between 1975 and 2006, reports the Telegraph.
The findings raise questions about other studies which show that watching television is often the highlight of a person’s day.
Robinson, a sociologist, said: “The conflicting data suggest that TV may provide viewers with short-run pleasure, but at the expense of long-term malaise.”
“What viewers seem to be saying is that while TV in general is a waste of time and not particularly enjoyable, the shows I saw tonight were pretty good,” Robinson said in an interview.
Source: http://forum.activefun.net/unhappy-people-watch-more-tv-t1562.html
Monday, August 30, 2010
Friday, August 20, 2010
Global Connectivity and Wired World - Weather Forecast
It was April and the Aboriginals in a remote part of Northern Australia asked their new elder if the coming winter was going to be cold or mild. Since he was an elder in a modern community he had never been taught the old secrets. When he looked at the sky he couldn't tell what the winter was going to be like.
Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he told his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the tribe should collect firewood to be prepared.
But being a practical leader, after several days he had an idea.
He walked out to the telephone booth on the highway, called the Bureau of Meteorology and asked, 'Is the coming winter in this area going to be cold?'
The meteorologist responded, 'It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold..'
So the elder went back to his people and told them to collect even more wood in order to be prepared.
A week later he called the Bureau of Meteorology again. 'Does it still look like it is going to be a very cold winter?'
The meteorologist again replied, 'Yes, it's going to be a very cold winter.'
The elder again went back to his community and ordered them to collect every scrap of firewood they could find.
Two weeks later the elder called the Bureau again. 'Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?' he asked.
'Absolutely,' the man replied. 'It's looking more and more like it is going to be one of the coldest winters ever.'
'How can you be so sure?' the elder asked.
The weatherman replied, 'Our satellites have reported that the Aboriginals in the north are collecting firewood like crazy, and that's always a sure sign
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Nevertheless, to be on the safe side, he told his tribe that the winter was indeed going to be cold and that the members of the tribe should collect firewood to be prepared.
But being a practical leader, after several days he had an idea.
He walked out to the telephone booth on the highway, called the Bureau of Meteorology and asked, 'Is the coming winter in this area going to be cold?'
The meteorologist responded, 'It looks like this winter is going to be quite cold..'
So the elder went back to his people and told them to collect even more wood in order to be prepared.
A week later he called the Bureau of Meteorology again. 'Does it still look like it is going to be a very cold winter?'
The meteorologist again replied, 'Yes, it's going to be a very cold winter.'
The elder again went back to his community and ordered them to collect every scrap of firewood they could find.
Two weeks later the elder called the Bureau again. 'Are you absolutely sure that the winter is going to be very cold?' he asked.
'Absolutely,' the man replied. 'It's looking more and more like it is going to be one of the coldest winters ever.'
'How can you be so sure?' the elder asked.
The weatherman replied, 'Our satellites have reported that the Aboriginals in the north are collecting firewood like crazy, and that's always a sure sign
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Friday, August 13, 2010
What is Smartness
There once lived a great mathematician in a village outside Ujjain . He was often called by the local king to advice on matters related to the economy. His reputation had spread as far as Taxila in the North and Kanchi in the South. So it hurt him very much when the village headman told him, "You may be a great mathematician who advises the king on economic matters but your son does not know the value of gold or silver."
The mathematician called his son and asked, "What is more valuable - gold or silver?" "Gold," said the son. "That is correct. Why is it then that the village headman makes fun of you, claims you do not know the value of gold or silver? He teases me every day. He mocks me before other village elders as a father who neglects his son. This hurts me. I feel everyone in the village is laughing behind my back because you do not know what is more valuable, gold or silver. Explain this to me, son."
So the son of the mathematician told his father the reason why the village headman carried this impression. "Every day on my way to school, the village headman calls me to his house. There, in front of all village elders, he holds out a silver coin in one hand and a gold coin in other. He asks me to pick up the more valuable coin. I pick the silver coin. He laughs, the elders jeer, everyone makes fun of me. And then I go to school. This happens every day. That is why they tell you I do not know the value of gold or silver."
The father was confused. His son knew the value of gold and silver, and yet when asked to choose between a gold coin and silver coin always picked the silver coin. "Why don't you pick up the gold coin?" he asked. In response, the son took the father to his room and showed him a box. In the box were at least a hundred silver coins. Turning to his father, the mathematician' s son said, "The day I pick up the gold coin the game will stop. They will stop having fun and I will stop making money."
The bottom line is...
Sometimes in life, we have to play the fool because our seniors and our peers, and sometimes even our juniors like it. That does not mean we lose in the game of life. It just means allowing others to win in one arena of the game, while we win in the other arena of the game. We have to choose which arena matters to us and which arenas do not.
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The mathematician called his son and asked, "What is more valuable - gold or silver?" "Gold," said the son. "That is correct. Why is it then that the village headman makes fun of you, claims you do not know the value of gold or silver? He teases me every day. He mocks me before other village elders as a father who neglects his son. This hurts me. I feel everyone in the village is laughing behind my back because you do not know what is more valuable, gold or silver. Explain this to me, son."
So the son of the mathematician told his father the reason why the village headman carried this impression. "Every day on my way to school, the village headman calls me to his house. There, in front of all village elders, he holds out a silver coin in one hand and a gold coin in other. He asks me to pick up the more valuable coin. I pick the silver coin. He laughs, the elders jeer, everyone makes fun of me. And then I go to school. This happens every day. That is why they tell you I do not know the value of gold or silver."
The father was confused. His son knew the value of gold and silver, and yet when asked to choose between a gold coin and silver coin always picked the silver coin. "Why don't you pick up the gold coin?" he asked. In response, the son took the father to his room and showed him a box. In the box were at least a hundred silver coins. Turning to his father, the mathematician' s son said, "The day I pick up the gold coin the game will stop. They will stop having fun and I will stop making money."
The bottom line is...
Sometimes in life, we have to play the fool because our seniors and our peers, and sometimes even our juniors like it. That does not mean we lose in the game of life. It just means allowing others to win in one arena of the game, while we win in the other arena of the game. We have to choose which arena matters to us and which arenas do not.
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Monday, August 2, 2010
Second Chance
It's another morning......... Again I have to go to the office.
Ohh!! this is me... I shouted, having a glance at my photo in today's news paper.
But what the HELL is it doing in the death column??
Strange...
One second.......Let me think, last night when I was going to bed I had a severe pain in my chest, but I don't remember anything after that, I think I had a sound sleep.
It's morning now, ohh....... It's already 10:00 AM, where is my coffee?
I will be late for office and my boss will get a chance to irritate me..
Where is everyone...??? I screamed.
"I think there is a crowd outside my room, let me check." I said to myself.
So many people..... Not all of them crying......
But why are some of them crying....
WHAT IS THIS??? Im lying there on the floor...
"I AM HERE" ....... I shouted!!! No one is listening.
"LOOK I AM NOT DEAD" .... I screamed once again!! No one is interested in me.
They all were looking at me on the bed.
I went back to my bed room. "Am I dead??" I asked myself...
Where is my wife, my children, my Mom, my Dad, my friends?
I found them in the next room, all of them were crying...still trying to console each other.
My wife was crying... she was really looking sad.
My little kid was not sure what happened, but he was crying just because his Mom was sad..
How can I go without saying to my kid that I really love him,
I really do care for him. ??
How can I go without saying to my wife that she is really the most beautiful and most caring wife in this world..??
How can I go without saying to my parents that Im what I am ... just because of you??
How can I go without telling my friends that without them perhaps I would have done most of the wrong things in my life... thanks for being there always when I need them...and sorry for not being there when they really need me..
I can see a person standing in the corner and trying to hide his tears....
Oh.... he was once my best friend, but a small misunderstanding made us part, and we both have a strong enough ego to keep us disconnected.
I went there..... And offered him my hand, "Dear friend.... I just want to say sorry for everything, we are still best friends, please forgive me."
No response from other side, what the hell?? He is still preserving his ego, I am saying sorry... even then!!!
I really don't care for such people.
But one second...... It seems he is not able to see me!!!! He did not see my extended hand.
My goodness...... AM I REALLY DEAD???
I just sat down near ME; I was also feeling like crying...
"OH ALMIGHTY!!!! PLEASE JUST GIVE ME FEW MORE DAYS..."
I just want to make my wife, my parents; my friends realize how much I love them.....
My wife entered the room, she looks beautiful.
"YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL" I shouted.
She didn't hear my words, in fact she never heard these words because I never said this to her.
"GOD!!!!" I screamed... a little more timeplzzzzz...
I cried...
One more chance please... to hug my child, to make my mom smile just once, to feel my dad proud of me at least for a moment, to say sorry to my friends for everything I have not given to them, and thanks for still being in my life....
Then I looked up and cried!!
I shouted.......
"GOD!!!! ONE MORE CHANCE PLEASE!!!!"
"You shouted in your sleep," said my wife as she gently woke me up. "Did you have a nightmare?"
I was sleeping....
Ohh that was just a dream....
My wife was there... she can hear me... This is the happiest moment of my life...
I hugged her and whispered....
"YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND CARING WIFE IN THIS UNIVERSE..... I REALLY LOVE YOU, DEAR"
I can't understand the reason of the smile on her face with some tears in her eyes, still Im happy....
"THANK YOU GOD FOR THIS SECOND CHANCE."
SO, now it's not late... Forget the egos, the Past... and express your love to others.......
Be friendly...
Keep smiling...... forever....It is another chance For you...
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Ohh!! this is me... I shouted, having a glance at my photo in today's news paper.
But what the HELL is it doing in the death column??
Strange...
One second.......Let me think, last night when I was going to bed I had a severe pain in my chest, but I don't remember anything after that, I think I had a sound sleep.
It's morning now, ohh....... It's already 10:00 AM, where is my coffee?
I will be late for office and my boss will get a chance to irritate me..
Where is everyone...??? I screamed.
"I think there is a crowd outside my room, let me check." I said to myself.
So many people..... Not all of them crying......
But why are some of them crying....
WHAT IS THIS??? Im lying there on the floor...
"I AM HERE" ....... I shouted!!! No one is listening.
"LOOK I AM NOT DEAD" .... I screamed once again!! No one is interested in me.
They all were looking at me on the bed.
I went back to my bed room. "Am I dead??" I asked myself...
Where is my wife, my children, my Mom, my Dad, my friends?
I found them in the next room, all of them were crying...still trying to console each other.
My wife was crying... she was really looking sad.
My little kid was not sure what happened, but he was crying just because his Mom was sad..
How can I go without saying to my kid that I really love him,
I really do care for him. ??
How can I go without saying to my wife that she is really the most beautiful and most caring wife in this world..??
How can I go without saying to my parents that Im what I am ... just because of you??
How can I go without telling my friends that without them perhaps I would have done most of the wrong things in my life... thanks for being there always when I need them...and sorry for not being there when they really need me..
I can see a person standing in the corner and trying to hide his tears....
Oh.... he was once my best friend, but a small misunderstanding made us part, and we both have a strong enough ego to keep us disconnected.
I went there..... And offered him my hand, "Dear friend.... I just want to say sorry for everything, we are still best friends, please forgive me."
No response from other side, what the hell?? He is still preserving his ego, I am saying sorry... even then!!!
I really don't care for such people.
But one second...... It seems he is not able to see me!!!! He did not see my extended hand.
My goodness...... AM I REALLY DEAD???
I just sat down near ME; I was also feeling like crying...
"OH ALMIGHTY!!!! PLEASE JUST GIVE ME FEW MORE DAYS..."
I just want to make my wife, my parents; my friends realize how much I love them.....
My wife entered the room, she looks beautiful.
"YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL" I shouted.
She didn't hear my words, in fact she never heard these words because I never said this to her.
"GOD!!!!" I screamed... a little more timeplzzzzz...
I cried...
One more chance please... to hug my child, to make my mom smile just once, to feel my dad proud of me at least for a moment, to say sorry to my friends for everything I have not given to them, and thanks for still being in my life....
Then I looked up and cried!!
I shouted.......
"GOD!!!! ONE MORE CHANCE PLEASE!!!!"
"You shouted in your sleep," said my wife as she gently woke me up. "Did you have a nightmare?"
I was sleeping....
Ohh that was just a dream....
My wife was there... she can hear me... This is the happiest moment of my life...
I hugged her and whispered....
"YOU ARE THE MOST BEAUTIFUL AND CARING WIFE IN THIS UNIVERSE..... I REALLY LOVE YOU, DEAR"
I can't understand the reason of the smile on her face with some tears in her eyes, still Im happy....
"THANK YOU GOD FOR THIS SECOND CHANCE."
SO, now it's not late... Forget the egos, the Past... and express your love to others.......
Be friendly...
Keep smiling...... forever....It is another chance For you...
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