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3 productivity tips for colleges students to ace exams,build personal brand, and get placed early.

3 productivity tips for colleges students to ace exams,build personal brand, and get placed early.

College students complain that they don’t have time.

But they also have time to spend scrolling on Instagram for four hours.

Well, I know you want to make college count.

So here are three tips to be super productive:.

1) Time Management.

→ Create a study schedule and stick to it.

→ Allocate time for studying, classes and personal time.

2) Build your personal brand.

Develop a professional online presence by creating a personal website or portfolio.

Engage with industry professionals and thought leaders.

3) Prepare for placements early.

→ Research companies and industries you’re interested in.

→ Create your resume and update it as you accomplish more.

→ Participate in internships and gain practical experience.

So stay focused, proactive, and adaptable.

You will achieve academic and professional success.

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Why do so many professors not feel valued at work?

It should be such a no brainer. Yet?

For many, it feels like the Northern Lights.

Even a simple “good job” can make someone’s day.

But it is not only about the words..

It’s about

→ Listening to their concerns

→ Giving them feedback on their work.

→ Supporting their academic growth.

And here’s the important thing:.

Valuing people is not just good business.

When people feel valued:

-Confidence grows

-Trust blossoms

-Goals are reached.

A valued team is a loyal team.

So, colleges, here’s your wake up call.

Make feeling valued a priority.

Because when teams win, so will you.

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#colleges #faculty #teachers.

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Paradise Lost- A Short Story by Ronald Hadrian

I am over 600 years old now. I have seen a lot: wars, famines, and many seasons. I have prowled every night, drinking the blood of animals.

Humans, I used to, but then there were some reformations in the Vampire council, and so we were not allowed human blood. But as with everything in life, we adapted. We spread across the world and stayed in safe places, especially big bungalows and palaces. Those places fit our vibe.

I moved to South India, to a quiet hill station with bustling leaves and beautiful meadows. I got an old colonial bungalow to settle down in. Only the cook and caretaker knew who I was, and he too was mesmerized by my signature hypnosis power.

I had even managed to take an online Zoom call at night regarding Homer and the other Greek poets. But my specialty was romantic poets. I had managed to somehow memorize all the poems that they had written.

Great poets, actually.

Okay, there are plenty of stories to tell.

But I will refrain from them. What I am about to tell you is the recent uncomfortable situation that I am in. I have been living for a long time, and I have mentioned it already. The world is a dark place, and I have seen it all.

But there is another problem that is not addressed properly.

The terrible weather.

Now, I have a decent routine.

I wake up by 9 at night. Have my breakfast, and by 12, I am off hunting squirrels or rare deers in the mountains. I usually return by 2, and I go for a long flight to the lake. And sit on the boat, and it is quiet, silent, and pleasant when it is not raining. Then, I would fly back and see how my stocks are doing. I have been doing this for so long that I can predict the stock market returns.

I then, of course, relax, read, listen to Bach, and play the piano a little. By 5 in the morning, I am exhausted. I drink a pint of old blood, and I get to sleep.

But the problem now is that it is getting hot—very hot.

I can hardly sleep in my coffin. They have cut all the trees. I have no place to rest when I fly to the lake every night.

So, the heat has been extremely annoying, and I don’t know what to do about it. But one day, I was deep in sleep, rather uncomfortably, in my stuffy coffin. Why a coffin, you ask? It is a safety measure. Normally, people don’t just open coffins, and it reminds me of my immortality.

I usually don’t get out of my coffin, but for emergencies, I have to. So, one particular hot afternoon, I was laying down in my coffin, and then I heard a weird but welcoming noise. So, I woke up and saw from my camera that there was a group of antlers. And one of them was hurt and was laying in front of my garden. Well, I decided to call my cook to let him know that there was a deer dying, but he seemed to be missing as well.

I searched for them throughout the bungalow, but I couldn’t find him. I wondered where he could be, but then it just struck me that perhaps he knew I was not going to wake up, so he was probably doing some other job by now. And so, I went and checked my footage and understood that my wonderful servant had been escaping work daily. But then, this was really awkward. But then, my senses kept telling me that this animal was suffering. There’s not much I could do about it. So, I kept waiting. I tried to go back to sleep, but I couldn’t because of the wretched heat.

I became hungry. I suddenly had the urge to go rescue the animal but also drink its blood. It’s been so long since I had some fresh blood, you know. This was tempting. I tried to call my servant once more, but there was no response. I was becoming frustrated, maybe my hypnotic power was growing weak. The smell of blood with the breezy waves filled my nostrils. I couldn’t bear it any longer, so I got an umbrella, some gloves, covering myself as much as possible, and I went out. As I drew near, I sensed a vague feeling of being watched. I looked around, and as I was about to soothe the pain-filled deer, it transformed into a middle-aged woman wrapped in a pink velvet shawl, looking at me in disbelief.

I was about to turn myself into a bat when two strong hands grabbed me and handcuffed me. There was something magical about the handcuffs that even when I tried to change into a bat, nothing was happening.

“We have been hunting you for a long time,” she chuckled.

“What do you want?” I asked, frustrated.

“You really thought you could escape your wrongdoings…the war,” she became serious.

“That is a bygone era,” I spat out.

They took me to the car, and I wondered what had happened to my servant. I chastised myself for waking up in the morning. If I didn’t bother about the heat, I would have slept happily, and I would not be in any of this trouble.

The silence in the car was unusual. No noise of the engine. It was like flying.

“This road is a bumpy road, but I don’t feel anything?” I snorted.

“We are not taking another road to the helipad,” she replied. But suddenly, the car came to a halt.

“What is it?” the woman asked, irritated.

“A man is in front of the car,” the driver said sheepishly. I looked, and to my amusement, it was my trusted servant.

“Gusto Ganesh,” I yelled.

But there was no need for it, as the servant was hauled into the car and was put under a mute spell.

“Not what we planned, but we could use a servant,” she said.

I tried to mind-talk to my servant and ask him where he had been. He was scared as hell seeing me in the car.

“Where have you been, you idiot?” I asked.

He looked at me, thinking I had spoken loudly.

“Sir,” he tried, but because of the mute spell, he remained silent. Then I heard him.

“Today, there was a market in the village. I went out there,” he thought.

“Great!” I thought back.

“What’s happening, sir? I can hear you, but we both are not talking?”

“We are being kidnapped,” I shouted in my head.

“Why, sir? What did we do?”

I didn’t reply; he was tiring.

After some time, I heard him thinking, “Did I leave the gas on?”

“No, it was off,” I sent my thoughts to him. He looked startled.

“Sir, what are we going to do now?”

They took us to the top of the mountain, and to my surprise, there was a helipad. How on earth did I miss that?

The helicopter started to move higher, and that was when I did the ultimate trick. When I knew that we were over the lake, I turned into a bat and flew out. Gusto Ganesh looked at me with shock.

“You are under a spell. How can you change?” shouted the woman frantically.

Gusto Ganesh, without thinking, jumped out following my cue. As he headed down to the lake, I realized the water had all gone. Gusto would die in this fall. I flew down as fast as I could, cursing the light. As a bat, I had no power to pull him. He was going to crash and die. Only if I could change into myself by reaching the bottom first.

I changed and hit the shallow water, and the heavy body of Gusto landed on me.

I woke up startled.

“Is it the fall again, sir?” Gusto entered the room.

He brought two cups of blood for the night.

“You know that day when you fell and were about to die in the lake, I couldn’t think of anything else. I had to make you a vampire. But now I regret it.”

“Why, sir? I am forever indebted to you…”

“The house is a mess, Gusto. You sleep the entire day, and at night, you come with me to hunt. First, it was hot, now my house stinks. We need to get a new servant.”

“That can be arranged, sir?”

“Really?”

Gusto came back with a stave and thrust it into the aged vampire’s heart.

“I saved you,” I told him.

“Yes, humans can be heartless sometimes.”

But poor Gusto, I have been lying about everything, lying about the sun destroying us, lying about the magical handcuffs, and now this fool is thinking he could kill me with a stave into my heart.

I was there when paradise was created, and I was there when paradise was lost. I am 6000 years old.

When all of these humans are destroying paradise, I am still here.

Copyrighted @ Ronald Hadrian 2024

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5 advice to online writers

5 contrarians advice for online writers:

—Don’t obsess over keyword research and SEO.

—Don’t be afraid to express your unpopular opinions.

—Online landscape is constantly evolving, so no guru knows a bulletproof method.

—Don’t neglect the value of long form content.

—Successful online writers reinvent themselves and their approach.

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Every event in your life hands out a lens.

Every event in your life hands out a lens.

→ A heartbreak = broken lens.

→ A complement = a confident lens.

→ A Failure= failure lens

Don’t tend to view these lens as reality.

They are just temporary perspectives.

Rememeber to work on the person who is wearing these lenses.

PS: People with specks are awesome!

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10 rules of Copywriting:

1) Have a purpose and a Plan

2) It’s not about you.

3) Focus on the benefit

4) Be Attention Grabbing

5) Hold Attention

6) Use Words the Audience Uses

7) Don’t waste Words

8) Be Consistent

9) Use a single call to Action

10) Copywriting is not Done when you’re Done Writing

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One of the easiest ways to get mental clarity is to go for a walk.

One of the easiest ways to get mental clarity is to go for a walk.

By taking walks

→Mind gets clearer.

→Helps solve problems.

→ Mood changes instantly.

Walking is the cheapest therapy there can be.

I loved to take long walks as a kid, and I still do.

And I have read that people have come up with breakthrough ideas just by walking.

And so recently, I came across an article on Art of Manliness about how much time we should spend outdoors.

They call it 20- 5-3 rule.

↳spend at least 20 minutes outdoors every day.

↳ spend 5 hours in a semi-wild environment, once a month.

↳3 days completely off-grid, annually.

But if you ask me I would prefer 3 days completely off every week.

PS: Remember not to take your mobile on your walks ( do take if safety is a concern)

Comment below if you want more such content, or do you want more tips and tricks to make this life a bit bearable.

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The Earthspinner by Anuradha Roy-Chapterwise Summary

Chapter 1: DepartureSetting: The narrator, Sara, moves to England on a scholarship, leaving her family behind in India. Her sister Tia remains with their mother.Introduction of Elango: Sara meets Elango, a talented potter, who becomes a significant character in her life.Themes Introduced: Themes of departure, new beginnings, and the juxtaposition of traditional Indian life with life abroad.Chapter 2: Love and StrugglesElango and Zohra’s Relationship: Elango, a Hindu, falls in love with Zohra, a Muslim. Their relationship faces societal challenges due to their religious differences.Sara’s Infatuation: Sara develops feelings for Elango, adding complexity to their interactions.Subplot of the Missing Dog: A rape victim continues to search for her missing dog, reaching out to Sara’s mother for advice.Chapter 3: The Mystery of ChinnaElango Leaves Chinna: Elango leaves his dog, Chinna, with Sara and Tia. Sara’s mother suspects that Chinna may belong to the missing couple connected to the rape incident.Growing Tension and Intrigue: The mystery surrounding Chinna deepens, highlighting the interconnectedness of characters’ lives.Chapter 4: Family CrisisSara’s Father’s Health: Sara’s father suffers a heart attack, bringing Elango closer to the family as he helps during the crisis.Sara’s Pottery Journey: Sara excels in pottery, but tensions arise within the family, particularly with Akka, who disapproves of Elango’s influence.Character Development: Akka’s personality and traditional beliefs become more apparent, affecting familial dynamics.Chapter 5: Preparation for MarriageElango and Zohra’s Relationship Progresses: Despite societal challenges, Elango and Zohra prepare for their marriage.Zohra’s Grandfather: Zohra’s blind grandfather, a poet and calligrapher, grants his blessing for their union, emphasizing cultural heritage and familial support.Themes of Love and Resistance: The couple’s intimacy contrasts with the external pressures they face.Chapter 6: Unrest and EscapesAkka Sparks a Riot: Akka instigates a riot over the religious symbolism on a temple-bound horse statue, leading to violence and injury to Zohra and Elango.Seeking Refuge: Zohra, Elango, and Chinna seek refuge at Sara’s house but find themselves still unsafe.Themes of Religious Tensions: The consequences of religious intolerance affect the characters’ lives profoundly.Chapter 7: Life in EnglandSara’s Observations: Sara observes complex relationships among her friends in England, including a turbulent romantic relationship involving her friend Karin.Reconnection with Elango: Sara learns about Elango’s hardships and reluctance to return to his hometown.Departure: Sara bids farewell to Elango at the airport, marking a poignant moment of separation.Final Chapter: ReflectionsChinna’s Fate: Chinna remains at Sara’s home, cared for by her mother, symbolizing continuity amidst change.Closure and Themes: The novel concludes with reflections on separation, resilience, and the enduring impact of relationships and cultural identities.

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A student who was going to finish college asked me:

A student who was going to finish college asked me:

“What can I do next?”

My reply:

“Work hard on yourself, and not on your job.”

(This is a quote by Jim Rohn, by the way.)

Why?

Back in college, I really didn’t know what to do next.

It was rough. I simply wanted a job.

After 2 years, it became clear that I wasn’t going to enjoy whatever I was doing.

→ I was frustrated.

→ No clear goals

→ It seemed like my growth was slow.

Then I started asking people. Many started to give the same answer.

1) Prepare for government jobs

2) Complete Ph.D.

3) Work at a reputed college

But that certainly won’t help me reach my ambitious goals.

So what is the secret escape route?

Most of us think working hard at our jobs is enough.

But it is not.

The truth is, if you die tomorrow, by next week they will replace you and get you back to work.

Instead

→ Work hard on yourself.

→ Work on your skills.

→ Learn Saes

→ Learn Marketing

In fact, I will challenge you.

Get placed first, but set a goal to start something as a side hustle. In 3 to 5 years, you should be running a side hustle.

To recap:

↳Get Placed

↳ Work hard on your skills.

↳Start a side hustle.

↳Be independent

↳Be Happy

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3 questions to ask yourself when you are writing online.

3 questions to ask yourself when you are writing online.

#1 What is the purpose of this project?

#2 What am I trying to accomplish?

#3 What do I want my audience to do? What action do I want them to take?

Now ask the question and start to write.

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