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Sunday, August 8, 2010
Namo Narayan
Namo narayan,Ek gana sunte huae asanak mere dimag me ae photo aaya aur mene CS2 me is photo ko bana diya, tabse mene jana aekant mens sirf shanti nahi he thoda sor bhi sahi ae,
Why Some Martial Arts Skills Fail To Work Successfully
Just about one of the most typical complaints of martial arts pupils is that a specific move fails to work properly. That is, when the move is performed in a competition, it fails to deliver the expected outcome. A number of trainers will react to the criticism by informing a student that they executed the technique incorrectly. Not only does this response enhance their confusion, but it's often incorrect and fails to address the root of the problem. Techniques generally are unsuccessful because the martial arts student does not have the core ingredients that are required to allow it to work. While that might seem to be clear, the problem is a great deal more complicated than most pupils and instructors comprehend.. In this short article, we'll take a closer look at the elements which are required to perform a given technique properly; you'll learn the reason why any technique or method may be carried out flawlessly, yet still neglect to create success.
The real key To Performance
To be able to understand why a martial arts technique which is executed perfectly can still fall apart, you need to distinguish between technique and the things that make it work. Let's use an example.. Think about an automobile. You might be accustomed to jumping behind the controls, cranking the motor, and traveling towards your desired destination. You've perfected the procedure of driving a car. But, imagine the car does not have fuel, brake fluid, motor oil, and transmission fluid. Suppose the tires are flat plus your alternator is failing. No matter how good you can execute the task of driving a car, crucial ingredients remain absent. And their absence will affect your overall performance. The same is true if you perform a martial arts technique. Going over the movements of a block or strike does not always mean the technique works. There are actually crucial factors that have to be present so that you can produce the expected outcomes. For instance, your reach, capability to generate energy, stance, and overall flexibility are crucial; if some of these seem to be lacking, you'll be much less successful.
Focusing Under Tension
It is really worth clarifying a significant point. Numerous martial arts trainers will subtly (and frequently, not so subtly) place the blame for the move's failure on the pupil. The trainer might declare that the pupil not only has learned the method, but in addition understands the components that make it effective. The problem (again, according to many instructors) could be that the pupil merely forgets how to bring these parts collectively under stress. This point is only semi-valid. To be sure, a martial arts student must be allowed to master a given move before executing it in a tournament or likewise tense circumstance; moreover, there might be some degree of falloff regarding accuracy. But, suggesting a student totally forgets the way to assimilate crucial components into a method indicates a partial failure on the part of the trainer. For example, suppose a close friend is badly injured; even although this is arguably a stressful scenario, you would not suddenly forget how to use your mobile phone to contact 9-1-1. Similarly, martial arts techniques, and the fundamental elements that make them work, must be learned to the point where they may be performed properly under stress. And a part of this responsibility sits with the teacher.
What is Missing?
The same as a technician who runs a diagnostic check on your car, you should approach each martial arts move as a technician. One lacking element can impede your overall performance and cause a technique to fall apart. For example, assume you're performing a block-strike combo. If your form and stance are perfect, yet your range lacks depth (even several inches), the body may be left vulnerable and the strike, much less effective
Martial arts tactics typically are unsuccessful because particular ingredients are lacking. Identify those ingredients and you will have significantly better success versus the competitors.
The real key To Performance
To be able to understand why a martial arts technique which is executed perfectly can still fall apart, you need to distinguish between technique and the things that make it work. Let's use an example.. Think about an automobile. You might be accustomed to jumping behind the controls, cranking the motor, and traveling towards your desired destination. You've perfected the procedure of driving a car. But, imagine the car does not have fuel, brake fluid, motor oil, and transmission fluid. Suppose the tires are flat plus your alternator is failing. No matter how good you can execute the task of driving a car, crucial ingredients remain absent. And their absence will affect your overall performance. The same is true if you perform a martial arts technique. Going over the movements of a block or strike does not always mean the technique works. There are actually crucial factors that have to be present so that you can produce the expected outcomes. For instance, your reach, capability to generate energy, stance, and overall flexibility are crucial; if some of these seem to be lacking, you'll be much less successful.
Focusing Under Tension
It is really worth clarifying a significant point. Numerous martial arts trainers will subtly (and frequently, not so subtly) place the blame for the move's failure on the pupil. The trainer might declare that the pupil not only has learned the method, but in addition understands the components that make it effective. The problem (again, according to many instructors) could be that the pupil merely forgets how to bring these parts collectively under stress. This point is only semi-valid. To be sure, a martial arts student must be allowed to master a given move before executing it in a tournament or likewise tense circumstance; moreover, there might be some degree of falloff regarding accuracy. But, suggesting a student totally forgets the way to assimilate crucial components into a method indicates a partial failure on the part of the trainer. For example, suppose a close friend is badly injured; even although this is arguably a stressful scenario, you would not suddenly forget how to use your mobile phone to contact 9-1-1. Similarly, martial arts techniques, and the fundamental elements that make them work, must be learned to the point where they may be performed properly under stress. And a part of this responsibility sits with the teacher.
What is Missing?
The same as a technician who runs a diagnostic check on your car, you should approach each martial arts move as a technician. One lacking element can impede your overall performance and cause a technique to fall apart. For example, assume you're performing a block-strike combo. If your form and stance are perfect, yet your range lacks depth (even several inches), the body may be left vulnerable and the strike, much less effective
Martial arts tactics typically are unsuccessful because particular ingredients are lacking. Identify those ingredients and you will have significantly better success versus the competitors.
Destiny's Child
The incessant crying brought Smitha out to the balcony. The Iron wallah’s baby was bawling away. A thin cloth separated its tender skin from the pinpricks of the gravelly road. The rusted ‘box on wheels’ that he used to iron clothes, gave little shade to the poor child.
This scene was not new to Smitha. She knew the baby’s mother well. She worked as a maid in a couple of houses and had to leave the child with her husband for hours together, and this was the plight of the baby on most days.
“Give her some thing to drink” Smitha yelled over the din of the traffic. Majeeth the Iron wallah looked at her balefully, “I just gave her some milk to drink an hour back”, he retorted curtly.
“She must be hungry again”, said Smitha “I will go down the drain just feeding this good for nothing burden”. Smitha’s sensitive ears picked up his cruel retort and tears of anger and frustration welled up in her eyes.
“If you can’t feed her then why did you have her?” she replied angrily.
Again Majeeth gave her a vacant look.
“Paapa, having a child is God’s will” was his remark, “You see I wanted a boy…” and his pause spoke volumes. Smitha went inside too angry and nonplussed with the conversation. The crying had only petered down and not stopped completely. Exhausted the poor thing must be dozing, thought Smitha Quick in thought, she was quick in action too. She grabbed twenty rupees from her bag and ran down stairs.
“Here buy some milk and feed the baby, don’t you dare buy any thing else. Otherwise I will tell my father”, she threatened, the only way she knew.
Majeeth was indebted to her father in more ways than one and she knew he would hesitate to cross that line. Smitha’s disturbed thoughts trailed behind her, all the way into the house. She peeped out to see Majeeth giving the baby a bottle of milk. The baby’s thirsty suckling brought fresh tears into Smitha’s eyes. Finally the baby dozed off and a semblance of peace returned to their neighborhood.
Lost in thought Smitha didn’t realize that time had lapsed and slowly she got up from torpor and went about her evening chores, and waited for her mother to come back from work.
“Amma do you know that Majeeth doesn’t even feed his baby daughter?” all the anguish of the afternoon poured out as she narrated the incident to her mother. Tired after a long day at work, Nirmala paid little attention and went about her routine, as all mothers do, nodding and ‘tching’ at all the correct places. “Amma you have not paid attention to a single word that I have said” exploded Smitha, catching her mother’s attention immediately.
“No Kanna I heard every word you said, but you must remember, they are very poor and a girl child seems like a burden. The moment a girl child is born they think of the difficulties of marrying her off, and of giving dowry. Our society is to blame.” said Nirmala candidly. "All that may be true, but is it too much to ask a father to feed his own daughter?” replied Smitha emotionally. Realizing her daughter was more affected than she had expected, Nirmala sat down to console her.
The futility of fighting mindsets, conservatism, and ritualism were all funny jargons that Smitha refused to accept. Nirmala finally gave up, only concluding that Smitha should not get affected by such scenes as we lived in India, a country abounding in such differences and injustices. Smitha’s young blood simmered. She promised herself to keep an eye on the baby. The resilience of human life against all odds, with a father who couldn’t care less and a mother who could not care enough, the baby grew into a little toddler (a pretty thing, under the layers of dirt). Her place was the same, a mangy cloth under the same rusted vehicle.
Smitha was rushing to college one day, when the baby’s shrieks reached her ears. A wail suddenly reached a shrieking pitch. Horrified, Smitha stood rooted to the spot. It was the baby’s shriek that finally galvanized her into action. She tore away the rope around the toddler’s hips and grabbed the child. She could not make out who was trembling more.
Seeing a piece of chapatti in her hands, a stray dog had crept upon the child, ready to pull the piece from the hapless baby, when her shrieks had alerted Smitha. “Majeeth ,Majeeth, where are you?” she yelled. She did not expect a reply, she knew he must have gone, to down a peg or two, leaving the baby tied to his cart, at the mercy of crows and stray dogs. “I will kill him if I see him” thought Smitha as she raced upstairs with the child.
“Amma, Amma” she sobbed out the story to her mother. "Calm down, we’ll do some thing” consoled Nirmala. But Smitha‘s mind was made up. She waited for her father to come back and told him: the baby was not going back. “I will take care of this baby, and I am not giving her back to that man”, she declared emphatically. There was pin drop silence as they digested the fact.
Smitha’s decision was radical, grudgingly (admirably) they accepted the fact that the baby was here to stay. Majeeth and his wife came around the next day, to claim the baby, but really to ask for money in exchange. Her father settled that by willing to overlook past debts. Majeeth’s wife was silently happy, and came around the next day to thank them. The baby thrived, happier, healthier and safer. Everyone’s darling.
Smitha gave the child a new name, Vinita. A new life. A new chance at life! She changed the child’s destiny.
This scene was not new to Smitha. She knew the baby’s mother well. She worked as a maid in a couple of houses and had to leave the child with her husband for hours together, and this was the plight of the baby on most days.
“Give her some thing to drink” Smitha yelled over the din of the traffic. Majeeth the Iron wallah looked at her balefully, “I just gave her some milk to drink an hour back”, he retorted curtly.
“She must be hungry again”, said Smitha “I will go down the drain just feeding this good for nothing burden”. Smitha’s sensitive ears picked up his cruel retort and tears of anger and frustration welled up in her eyes.
“If you can’t feed her then why did you have her?” she replied angrily.
Again Majeeth gave her a vacant look.
“Paapa, having a child is God’s will” was his remark, “You see I wanted a boy…” and his pause spoke volumes. Smitha went inside too angry and nonplussed with the conversation. The crying had only petered down and not stopped completely. Exhausted the poor thing must be dozing, thought Smitha Quick in thought, she was quick in action too. She grabbed twenty rupees from her bag and ran down stairs.
“Here buy some milk and feed the baby, don’t you dare buy any thing else. Otherwise I will tell my father”, she threatened, the only way she knew.
Majeeth was indebted to her father in more ways than one and she knew he would hesitate to cross that line. Smitha’s disturbed thoughts trailed behind her, all the way into the house. She peeped out to see Majeeth giving the baby a bottle of milk. The baby’s thirsty suckling brought fresh tears into Smitha’s eyes. Finally the baby dozed off and a semblance of peace returned to their neighborhood.
Lost in thought Smitha didn’t realize that time had lapsed and slowly she got up from torpor and went about her evening chores, and waited for her mother to come back from work.
“Amma do you know that Majeeth doesn’t even feed his baby daughter?” all the anguish of the afternoon poured out as she narrated the incident to her mother. Tired after a long day at work, Nirmala paid little attention and went about her routine, as all mothers do, nodding and ‘tching’ at all the correct places. “Amma you have not paid attention to a single word that I have said” exploded Smitha, catching her mother’s attention immediately.
“No Kanna I heard every word you said, but you must remember, they are very poor and a girl child seems like a burden. The moment a girl child is born they think of the difficulties of marrying her off, and of giving dowry. Our society is to blame.” said Nirmala candidly. "All that may be true, but is it too much to ask a father to feed his own daughter?” replied Smitha emotionally. Realizing her daughter was more affected than she had expected, Nirmala sat down to console her.
The futility of fighting mindsets, conservatism, and ritualism were all funny jargons that Smitha refused to accept. Nirmala finally gave up, only concluding that Smitha should not get affected by such scenes as we lived in India, a country abounding in such differences and injustices. Smitha’s young blood simmered. She promised herself to keep an eye on the baby. The resilience of human life against all odds, with a father who couldn’t care less and a mother who could not care enough, the baby grew into a little toddler (a pretty thing, under the layers of dirt). Her place was the same, a mangy cloth under the same rusted vehicle.
Smitha was rushing to college one day, when the baby’s shrieks reached her ears. A wail suddenly reached a shrieking pitch. Horrified, Smitha stood rooted to the spot. It was the baby’s shriek that finally galvanized her into action. She tore away the rope around the toddler’s hips and grabbed the child. She could not make out who was trembling more.
Seeing a piece of chapatti in her hands, a stray dog had crept upon the child, ready to pull the piece from the hapless baby, when her shrieks had alerted Smitha. “Majeeth ,Majeeth, where are you?” she yelled. She did not expect a reply, she knew he must have gone, to down a peg or two, leaving the baby tied to his cart, at the mercy of crows and stray dogs. “I will kill him if I see him” thought Smitha as she raced upstairs with the child.
“Amma, Amma” she sobbed out the story to her mother. "Calm down, we’ll do some thing” consoled Nirmala. But Smitha‘s mind was made up. She waited for her father to come back and told him: the baby was not going back. “I will take care of this baby, and I am not giving her back to that man”, she declared emphatically. There was pin drop silence as they digested the fact.
Smitha’s decision was radical, grudgingly (admirably) they accepted the fact that the baby was here to stay. Majeeth and his wife came around the next day, to claim the baby, but really to ask for money in exchange. Her father settled that by willing to overlook past debts. Majeeth’s wife was silently happy, and came around the next day to thank them. The baby thrived, happier, healthier and safer. Everyone’s darling.
Smitha gave the child a new name, Vinita. A new life. A new chance at life! She changed the child’s destiny.
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