A Tale: Story of the sand in the
jar - Here is a story I came across on setting priorities.
One day, an old professor of the School of Public Management in France, was invited to lecture on the topic of “Efficient Time Management”. Commencing his lecture, the professor pulled out a big glass jar from under the table.
Next, he took out a bag of rocks,
each the size of a tennis ball, and placed the rocks, one by one in the jar. He
did so until there was no room to add another stone in the jar. Lifting his
gaze to the managers, the professor asked, “Is the jar full?” The managers
replied, “Yes”.
Once again, he reached under the table and pulled out a bag full of pebbles. Carefully, the professor poured the pebbles in and slightly rattled the jar, allowing the pebbles to slip through the larger stones, until they settled at the bottom. Again, the professor lifted his gaze to his audience and asked, “Is the jar full?”
At this point, the managers began to understand his intentions. One replied, “apparently not!”
“Correct”, replied the old professor, now pulling out a bag of sand from under the table. Cautiously, the professor poured the sand into the jar. The sand filled up the spaces between the stones and the pebbles.
Yet again, the professor
asked, “Is the jar full?” and as was expected by the students, the professor
reached for the pitcher of water that was on the table, and poured water in the
jar until it was absolutely full. The professor now lifted his gaze once again
and asked, “What great truth can we surmise from this experiment?”
With his thoughts on the
lecture topic, one manager quickly replied, “We learn that as full as our
schedules may appear, if we only increase our effort, it is always possible to
add more meetings and tasks.”
“No”, replied the
professor. The great truth that we can conclude from this experiment is:
If we don’t put all the
larger rocks in the jar first, we will never be able to fit all of them later.
The old professor continued,
“What are the large rocks in your life? Health? Family? Friends? Your goals?
Doing what you love? Fighting for a Cause? Taking time for yourself?”
What we must remember is
that it is most important to include the lager rocks in our lives, because if
we don’t do so, we are likely to miss out on life altogether. If we give
priority to the smaller things in life (pebbles & sand), our lives will be
filled up with less important things, leaving little or no time for the things
in our lives that are most important to us. Because of this, never forget to
ask yourself, What are the Large Stones in your Life? And once you identify
them, be sure to put them first in your “Jar of Life”.
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Gyan Guru’s learning’s
Well that was a nice little story, with a hug huge dollop of Gyan
(knowledge) as a ‘take away’. My mind goes back to my childhood, days bereft of
television or the laptops, our favourite learning posts were grandma’s stories,
and locally available Tamil magazines or children’s magazines. In those days,
India was not yet outward looking, apart from snippets of the ‘would u believe
it kind’, or a reference to an earth shaking international event, these
magazine were full of the old world charm, containing a weekly medication of
moral stories, stories from the Panchatantra, stories from mythologies &
about freedom fighters, and of course the usual updates on Tollywood &
Bollywood (Hindi & Tamil Cinema, as we call them).
So the mind is still fresh from the stories about sages who cursed
people to be stones, about wicked magicians who’s life resided in a parrot deep
inside a well in the jungle, about brilliant ministers who solved every puzzle
put forth by clever schemers in the emperors courts, about court poets who had
to prove their greatness by challenging others to a poetic duel etc.
Unlike the minds of today, we were not reared up, aspiring for
‘Wall Street’, Fleet Street, or Madison Avenue, but more made for the Paranthe
Wali Gali (a food street in Delhi). A satiating meal and a bed time story with
all the siblings huddled together, followed by a tight sleep, and dreaming
about discovering a house made of chocolates, was how carefree life was, as against today’s
clearly focused, by the clock-work, Yoga to Coaching Classes to dance classes
again back to coaching class routine of youngsters today.
Oh! I have digressed. The point is, that the stories continue, but
the flavours have changed, if, earlier the stories were about good vs. evil,
today the stories are more about performance, earlier the stories were about
contentment, today the stories are about wholesomeness, earlier the stories had
not commercial connotations, reverse is the case today, when all stories can actually
be mapped to some business intent.
Coming back, to our
professor. I found the learning very elevating, but as stories go, they are
only as good as the meaning that each one of us makes out of them. So I asked some of my colleagues, their take
on it, before the trainer could.
I leaned across to the gentleman on the right, who was focused on
the bowl of peanuts placed on table, with one eye already on the crunchy wafers
laid out on the training table. I still don’t understand, why the corporate’s of
today, can’t detach work-shopping from eating, but then there can always be
another story to it, I guess, to be penned separately.
Sir, I asked the colleague, what is your take on the Jar? Well, he replied, emitting a loud burp, bowls
always remind me of food. You see the
large stones are like the leg pieces of the chicken, he replied with a nostalgic
glint in his eyes, and the pebbles you see, are the starters that are served in
a party, or these peanuts that you have just devoured I wanted to add. You see
these pebble things are big enough to contain the initial pangs of hunger, but
not something that can fill your stomach, he continued! I waited, nodding my
head, with abated breath for more enlightenment. You see, the large stones can
also be the ‘Rasogullas’, * or your South Indian ‘Rava Ladus’ *, but today I would
rather prefer them to be Leg pieces, he burped again. “The sand”, I exclaimed!
Oh, I have no place for sand in my life, you see, I would rather have some
gravy, that can fill the whole jar, like
the yummy garlic and cream gravy that my wife makes with feesh, he replied in
his typical accent. Then where is the place for the water I asked him. Not to worry!
He replied, I start with the Jackie Daniel’s with soda, and once I start then
there is always space for more and more, not to worry about the water he smiled
in his accent.
(* Desserts not to be
missed while in India)
So much for the training, I now really wanted a different perspective
to the story and I turned to the guy behind me, who sat there frowning as if
the world is going to come to an end. What happened friend, I asked. “Dammed
trainings”, he replied, “always happens when you are planning an off”, he
replied. Why what happened, and what do
u think of this Jar thing, I asked. You know Mandira? He asked. The Bedi? I said. No, he replied, my wife. Well the
stones are the tasks that she sets me. Aah, I could not push back a sense of déjà
vu. “Like today I was to pick up my mom-in-law from the airport, and had to cancel
it for this stupid training” he continued. Oh so she is not coming is she ?, “You see there can be nothing more insulting
for the mom- in-law, not to be received from the airport, so I had to send my
assistant instead”, he muttered, seething with anxiety. Now this is one story I did not want to
prolong. How could I tell him that the
stones that he talked about are not stones but monoliths around his neck?
After that one intervention, I gave up, if The Boss can’t throw
light, (and I did not mean the disc probe) no one can.
So you see stories are only what one makes out of them. By habit,
I have always read stories to escape from the present, I continue to do so even
in this age, picking out a learning from an event is gift, a gift that one
needs to start practicing at an young age, so what if it hurts the child in
you, so what if it takes away the fairy tale out of the story, so what if it
dumps you into a harsh world that is ‘today’. Always try to identify the rocks
in your life, rocks that can be replaced with gravy, rocks can be as exciting as
in rocks in the Bahamas, or they can also the biggest barriers to your success,
remove those that are barriers, keep the jar brimming, let the cup splash, as
they say in Hindi, the more it splashes, the more there is life. ‘A complete
Life’
A good take! Took me back to my own 'Chandamama' (children's magazine, founded by 'Chakrapani' & run by 'Nagi Reddy' as I still remember printed therein!) days... I too take 'refuge' in a story (more likely, a novel, like the latest one by Jhumpa Lahiri, 'The Lowland') to escape the vicissitudes of life... As for the main topic, what you say is true: it's how we interpret the 'rocks' in our life - what we're really after - though in many cases the 'rocks' are no more our choice after a point in time, but something we've to carry around half-willingly (or unwillingly) perforce, sometimes to 'keep up with the Joneses', sometimes to discharge our responsibilities towards life and family...
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