THINKING OUT OF THE BOX - LATERAL THINKING
BY EDWARD DE BONO
The essay “Thinking out of the Box: Lateral Thinking” is adapted from an article on lateral thinking in the internet Edward de Bono is the main propagator of lateral thinking. The essay explains the importance of lateral thinking in solving problems that we encounter in our daily life. Lateral thinking is a way of thinking that is different from logical thinking.
De Bono used the technique of six thinking hats. These hats are of different colours. They have a symbolic significance. Each hat represents a particular style of thinking or approach to a problem. De Bono points out that the use of these hats is particularly useful in group discussions. Different members can wear different hats. There is more team work and less ill will an argument. People are more ready to understand and appreciate each other’s point of view. They are less rigid and stubborn. De Bono says that we have to think in new, creative ways to solve …
“a spider and a fly i heard a spiderand a fly arguingwait said the flydo not eat mei serve a great purposein the world you will have toshow me said the spider i scurry aroundgutters and sewersand garbage canssaid the fly and gatherup the germs oftyphoid influenzaand pneumonia on my feetand wingsthen i carry these germsinto households of menand give them diseasesall the people whohave lived the rightsort of life recoverfrom the diseasesand the old soaks whohave weakened their systemswith liquor and iniquitysuccumb it is my missionto help rid the worldof these wicked personsi am a vessel of righteousnessscattering seeds of justiceand serving the noblest uses it is true said the spiderthat you are moreuseful in a ploddingmaterial sort of waythan i am but i do notserve the utilitarian deitiesi serve the gods of beautylook at the gossamer websi weave they float in the sunlike filaments of songif you get what i meani do not work at anythingi play all the timei a…
The most important thing we've learned,So far as children are concerned,Is never, NEVER, NEVER letThem near your television set --Or better still, just don't installThe idiotic thing at all.In almost every house we've been,We've watched them gaping at the screen.They loll and slop and lounge about,And stare until their eyes pop out.(Last week in someone's place we sawA dozen eyeballs on the floor.)They sit and stare and stare and sitUntil they're hypnotised by it,Until they're absolutely drunkWith all that shocking ghastly junk.Oh yes, we know it keeps them still,They don't climb out the window sill,They never fight or kick or punch,They leave you free to cook the lunchAnd wash the dishes in the sink --But did you ever stop to think,To wonder just exactly whatThis does to your beloved tot?IT ROTS THE SENSE IN THE HEAD!IT KILLS IMAGINATION DEAD!IT CLOGS AND CLUTTERS UP THE MIND!IT MAKES A CHILD SO DULL AND BLINDHE CAN NO LONGER UN…
THE GIVING TREE BY SHEL SILVEERSTEIN Once there was a tree.... and she loved a little boy. And everyday the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest. He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples. And they would play hide-and-go-seek. And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade. And the boy loved the tree.... very much. And the tree was happy. But time went by. And the boy grew older. And the tree was often alone. Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, 'Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy.' 'I am too big to climb and play' said the boy. 'I want to buy things and have fun. I want some money?' 'I'm sorry,' said the tree, 'but I have no money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will b…
Figure it out for yourself, my lad, You've all that the greatest of men have had, Two arms, two hands, two legs, two eyes, And a brain to use if you would be wise. With this equipment they all began, So start for the top and say 'I can.'
Look them over, the wise and great, They take their food from a common plate And similar knives and forks they use, With similar laces they tie their shoes, The world considers them brave and smart. But you've all they had when they made their start.
You can triumph and come to skill, You can be great if only you will, You're well equipped for what fight you choose, You have legs and arms and a brain to use, And the man who has risen, great deeds to do Began his life with no more than you.
You are the handicap you must face, You are the one who must choose your place, You must say where you want to go. How much you will study the truth to know, God has equipped you for life, But He Lets you decide what you want to be.
Harvest Hymn by John Betjeman Getting Started List the things that we get from Nature. What do we give in return? What is likely to happen if there is no land to cultivate in the future? We spray the fields and scatter The poison on the ground So that no wicked wild flowers Upon our farm be found. We like whatever helps us To line our purse with pence; The twenty-four-hour broiler-house And neat electric fence. All concrete sheds around us And Jaguars in the yard, The telly lounge and deep-freeze Are ours from working hard. We fire the fields for harvest, The hedges swell the flame, The oak trees and the cottages From which our fathers came. We give no compensation, The earth is ours today, And if we lose on arable, The bungalows will pay.
BULL IN THE CITY BY SRIRANGAM SRINIVASA RAO (SRI SRI)
Bull in the City On the main thoroughfare of the city The bull casually Perhaps with the memories from the earlier birth Chewing the cud with half shut eyes Without moving or shifting The bull in the heart of the city. As if it is the right holder of the road Leaving the responsibility to the times Heckling the scampering of the civilisation Stood there that it is the King!
Who dares to ask the bull to move Look how it glances around Aye! Aye! Motor car! What is the hurry with you? Oh! Brother Cyclist! Careful! The bull wouldn't budge! Anti-machinery, proponent of non-violence and a vegetarian Expert in anti alcoholism On the main road of the city Obstructing the passage of the civility However long like this This bull can stand!
If the bull has no sense Shouldn't the man have it? నగరంలో వృషభంనగరం నడి వీధిలో వృషభం తీరుబాటుగా గత జన్మ సంస్మృతులు కాబోలు కనులరమోడ్చి మెదలకుండా నగరం హృదయంలో వృషభం దారికి హక్కుదారు తానే అయినట్టు పరిత్యజించి కాలానికి బాధ్యత పరిహసి…
We do it differently in this dark continent. Not just once a year a string of spurious verses ensconced in a bouquet shaped like Chinese house of dreams. My mother is more demanding - an obeisance at each sunrise, like a devotee throwing a handful of yellow rice to the birds. Holding a candelabrum before an idol, Just once a year Is desecrating it. Whenever I see a caterpillar slouching towards a pansy's eye, or hear ancestral voices in a wind's howl, I invoke my deity - sometimes twice a day.