That would be my Masters Thesis on PhotoTherapy I've managed to complete very successfully!
That would be me on the international PhotoTherapy website! :) To have a deeper look, you can click here.
And yes, you can request a copy from the author! :)
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
It's been a while...
And while I'm at it, I'd like to show you some of the things I've been up to all this while...
That would be my Masters Thesis on PhotoTherapy I've managed to complete very successfully!
That would be me on the international PhotoTherapy website! :) To have a deeper look, you can click here.
And yes, you can request a copy from the author! :)
That would be my Masters Thesis on PhotoTherapy I've managed to complete very successfully!
That would be me on the international PhotoTherapy website! :) To have a deeper look, you can click here.
And yes, you can request a copy from the author! :)
Friday, July 2, 2010
A thought
Considering the ongoing epistemological debate regarding nature vs. nurture that has taken place over decades, the concept and thought of us being born as "blank slates" is something that doesn't fit.
Our biology, physiology and psychology ought to hold more credit than this theory allows.
Therefore Tabula Rasa and human beings?
I don't think so.
Comments?
Our biology, physiology and psychology ought to hold more credit than this theory allows.
Therefore Tabula Rasa and human beings?
I don't think so.
Comments?
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Life savers
Food.
Music.
Dance.
Alcohol perhaps.
Relationships.
Conversations.
Expressions.
Entertainment.
Moments.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
I'm progressing beyond the regular water/air/nutrient genre and thinking of what are our potential life savers. Any other ideas?
Music.
Dance.
Alcohol perhaps.
Relationships.
Conversations.
Expressions.
Entertainment.
Moments.
.
.
.
.
.
.
.
I'm progressing beyond the regular water/air/nutrient genre and thinking of what are our potential life savers. Any other ideas?
Monday, May 10, 2010
An epiphanic thought and a theory connected.
I just had an epiphanic moment and am going to channelize it into the following post.
Now. We human beings have undoubtedly been brought up to face the (so to speak) throes that competition can actually throw at us at various points in our life. And as our society would have it, life without competition is a life not lived at all. A little push and a little shove; ok, make that a sizeable push and a sizeable shove, and boy are we on our way to approach where to we set out to be. Whose leg, hand, limbs altogether, integrity, respect, honour, space and mind we stamp is something we just stamp, forget about and move on with.
And as the calendar pages have shuffled by, we've grown to review competition as something we're too civil and grown up to engage in and have somewhere down the line, coined the term "healhty competition", which we are now not afraid to possess and be "politically correct" about.
Every culture has had its own style of upbringing with its own dose of "how to live a competitive life. wait. make that a healthy competitive life". And in our collective culture which I shall take the liberty of calling "Indian" (not to be mistaken as the identification of our nationality), one very prominent feature of stealthily building those competitive soul in our being is in the form of academics. Society has made it a point (even today) to have the world revolve around doctors, engineers and the new brand of academic species I'd like to call the MBA graduate. How students training to be any or none of the above doesn't matter, as long as its done.
Similarly, what does matter above and beyond everything else is how well we score in our academic life. Who came first in class, who topped school, who topped who-which-what-where-and-how is all that matters. With all this rubbish are born those whom I'd love to call the "marks sharks". These species are the ones who just cannot suffice by trying to top the class and make do with knowing just their own marks. And it is with this concept that my epiphanic thought began.
Elizabeth Kubler Ross gave the world of psychological thought her very popular and well used concept of the 5 stages of grief. To get a glimpse into this concept, click here. These stages were given to help understand the phase of grief human beings go through in order to deal with the grief and the griever most efficiently. These stages are as follows (just to jog your memory, those who know and have forgotten)...
1) Denial
2) Anger
3) Bargaining
4) Depression
5) Acceptance
I've come to believe that when a student gets his/her marks, they also undergo these 5 stages, and sometimes quite prominently at that.
1) Denial - "shucks, I couldn't have got such marks!!"
2) Anger - "those stupid examiners, it's all their fault!"
3) Bragaining - "ok, so I promise I'll work hard next time but can you please give me that 000.0005 mark that's missing from my paper!!!"
4) Depression - "how am I going to face my life from now on?"
5) Acceptance - "yeah so I got those marks, let's wait and watch for the next. I'm sure I'm going to top."
And that's how we live in this viscious cycle of marks, grief and this farce of a thing I call academic competition. Ooops, I mean "healthy competition."
I wonder whatever happened to learning (n.) in this process.
Now. We human beings have undoubtedly been brought up to face the (so to speak) throes that competition can actually throw at us at various points in our life. And as our society would have it, life without competition is a life not lived at all. A little push and a little shove; ok, make that a sizeable push and a sizeable shove, and boy are we on our way to approach where to we set out to be. Whose leg, hand, limbs altogether, integrity, respect, honour, space and mind we stamp is something we just stamp, forget about and move on with.
And as the calendar pages have shuffled by, we've grown to review competition as something we're too civil and grown up to engage in and have somewhere down the line, coined the term "healhty competition", which we are now not afraid to possess and be "politically correct" about.
Every culture has had its own style of upbringing with its own dose of "how to live a competitive life. wait. make that a healthy competitive life". And in our collective culture which I shall take the liberty of calling "Indian" (not to be mistaken as the identification of our nationality), one very prominent feature of stealthily building those competitive soul in our being is in the form of academics. Society has made it a point (even today) to have the world revolve around doctors, engineers and the new brand of academic species I'd like to call the MBA graduate. How students training to be any or none of the above doesn't matter, as long as its done.
Similarly, what does matter above and beyond everything else is how well we score in our academic life. Who came first in class, who topped school, who topped who-which-what-where-and-how is all that matters. With all this rubbish are born those whom I'd love to call the "marks sharks". These species are the ones who just cannot suffice by trying to top the class and make do with knowing just their own marks. And it is with this concept that my epiphanic thought began.
Elizabeth Kubler Ross gave the world of psychological thought her very popular and well used concept of the 5 stages of grief. To get a glimpse into this concept, click here. These stages were given to help understand the phase of grief human beings go through in order to deal with the grief and the griever most efficiently. These stages are as follows (just to jog your memory, those who know and have forgotten)...
1) Denial
2) Anger
3) Bargaining
4) Depression
5) Acceptance
I've come to believe that when a student gets his/her marks, they also undergo these 5 stages, and sometimes quite prominently at that.
1) Denial - "shucks, I couldn't have got such marks!!"
2) Anger - "those stupid examiners, it's all their fault!"
3) Bragaining - "ok, so I promise I'll work hard next time but can you please give me that 000.0005 mark that's missing from my paper!!!"
4) Depression - "how am I going to face my life from now on?"
5) Acceptance - "yeah so I got those marks, let's wait and watch for the next. I'm sure I'm going to top."
And that's how we live in this viscious cycle of marks, grief and this farce of a thing I call academic competition. Ooops, I mean "healthy competition."
I wonder whatever happened to learning (n.) in this process.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
What do we say when...
...a mother looks at her child taking a keen interest in the so called "vices" of alcohol and smoking and thinks to herself with a sigh of uneasy relief that it's just after all, a keen interest?
What do we say when another mother finds her child enjoying the ocassional beer and smiles with a sigh of uneasy relief that after all, it's just the occassional beer?
What do we say when a sibling finds their other sibling deriving peace from those rums and cokes and shrugs if off with that uneasy sigh of relief that after all, it's just those peaceful rums and cokes?
What do we say when a father finds his child living in the company of drugs and alcohol and shrugs it off with a brush of uneasy relief that after all, it isn't that bad?
What do we say when a group of friends find another friend on the road or in the dumps and hurry in their sigh of relief that after all, this isn't the end?
And finally, what do we say when a family finds one of its members in the rehab and smiles with uneasy relief that after all, things will be well?
What do we say when we live each day in the world of defense?
What do we say when another mother finds her child enjoying the ocassional beer and smiles with a sigh of uneasy relief that after all, it's just the occassional beer?
What do we say when a sibling finds their other sibling deriving peace from those rums and cokes and shrugs if off with that uneasy sigh of relief that after all, it's just those peaceful rums and cokes?
What do we say when a father finds his child living in the company of drugs and alcohol and shrugs it off with a brush of uneasy relief that after all, it isn't that bad?
What do we say when a group of friends find another friend on the road or in the dumps and hurry in their sigh of relief that after all, this isn't the end?
And finally, what do we say when a family finds one of its members in the rehab and smiles with uneasy relief that after all, things will be well?
What do we say when we live each day in the world of defense?
Monday, April 19, 2010
PSYCHOLOGY
Now that this blog has been created, I feel the need to write. I feel I MUST write. Throwing compulsive thoughts and Ellis's irrational belief on 'musterbation' out of the window, I thus begin this post.
As mentioned earlier, psychology means more to me than merely studying and analyzing the mind or behaviour of anything that lives under the sun. The P S Y C H O L O G Y of psychology really surmount to something greater than the sum of its parts, whatever they have been identified to be, and here's a rather brief glimpse into what this gestalt really means to me.
Psychology to me means:
- An irreplaceable amount of time that I have spent with this subject.
- Experiences that encompass eight years of my life.
- An enigmatic space that accomodates every living thing on this planet.
- A lifetime of wonder that I have enjoyed diving into and waiting to delve into further.
- A weird sort of satisfaction and peace.
- The upheaval, joy, relief and anxiety coupled with numerous other feelings and emotions that I feel every time I study it.
- This sense of evolution I feel, within and outside me, for better or for better.
- Knowing and not knowing, living the paradox and surviving it.
- A subject I chose on impulse and stayed with out of choice.
- A kaliedoscope of every thing my life is made up of.
While this list is sure to be never ending, I'd like to know what it (psychology) means to you. And as psychologists would quote, "there are no right or wrong answers." :)
Come to think of it, summing up what psychology means to me hasn't been easy, to say the least. Perhaps this is why the bigger picture is quite so challenging to see and feel. How can it be easy when what we technically are looped on to are the smaller parts of what makes us whole?
And I guess, as Robert Frost would have it, that has made all the difference.
As mentioned earlier, psychology means more to me than merely studying and analyzing the mind or behaviour of anything that lives under the sun. The P S Y C H O L O G Y of psychology really surmount to something greater than the sum of its parts, whatever they have been identified to be, and here's a rather brief glimpse into what this gestalt really means to me.
Psychology to me means:
- An irreplaceable amount of time that I have spent with this subject.
- Experiences that encompass eight years of my life.
- An enigmatic space that accomodates every living thing on this planet.
- A lifetime of wonder that I have enjoyed diving into and waiting to delve into further.
- A weird sort of satisfaction and peace.
- The upheaval, joy, relief and anxiety coupled with numerous other feelings and emotions that I feel every time I study it.
- This sense of evolution I feel, within and outside me, for better or for better.
- Knowing and not knowing, living the paradox and surviving it.
- A subject I chose on impulse and stayed with out of choice.
- A kaliedoscope of every thing my life is made up of.
While this list is sure to be never ending, I'd like to know what it (psychology) means to you. And as psychologists would quote, "there are no right or wrong answers." :)
Come to think of it, summing up what psychology means to me hasn't been easy, to say the least. Perhaps this is why the bigger picture is quite so challenging to see and feel. How can it be easy when what we technically are looped on to are the smaller parts of what makes us whole?
And I guess, as Robert Frost would have it, that has made all the difference.
To begin with...
... I'd like to cheer on the creation of this blog. This has been yet another impulsive decision I have made, and I hope it's here to stay for a while, at least.
Why this blog might you ask? While the world's numerous and eminent academicians and researchers put together what psychology really is and is growing to be, I derive a different sort of synergy from this concept, if I may term it to be so. Where it technically means "the study of the mind", psychology means more than just me studying A or THE mind/behaviour. Therefore I hope to use this time and space to create a platform for me to write and engage with psychology, its academicians, admirers, researchers and of course you.
Having said that, I am looking forward to contributing to this space as much as I possibly can, with your inputs and contributions as well. I hope this space is treated with as much enthusiasm, if not more, to put together the two things I love dearly - writing and psychology. However, I do intend for everyone to enjoy this space - equally - psychology student/buff/enthusiast or not.
Welcome to my psycho-logical world. :)
Why this blog might you ask? While the world's numerous and eminent academicians and researchers put together what psychology really is and is growing to be, I derive a different sort of synergy from this concept, if I may term it to be so. Where it technically means "the study of the mind", psychology means more than just me studying A or THE mind/behaviour. Therefore I hope to use this time and space to create a platform for me to write and engage with psychology, its academicians, admirers, researchers and of course you.
Having said that, I am looking forward to contributing to this space as much as I possibly can, with your inputs and contributions as well. I hope this space is treated with as much enthusiasm, if not more, to put together the two things I love dearly - writing and psychology. However, I do intend for everyone to enjoy this space - equally - psychology student/buff/enthusiast or not.
Welcome to my psycho-logical world. :)
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