Today I learnt (is it old-school word?) a new word. It's called 'head fake'. It means simply this: you make somebody learn something by tricking them to do something else. For example, kids learn Java programming by doing screen play etc. Looks incongruous, isn't it?
I happened to come across a title of a best-seller called "The last Lecture" by one Randy Pausch. He is teaching computer science at Carnegie-Mellon. He has life-threatening disease and expect to die soon. So, he gave one last lecture which was widely web-cast.
It wasn't on any topic in computer science. It's about realizing one's childhood dreams. It's also about enabling others to realize their childhood dreams. I read the transcript of the lecture from the Net. That's where I learnt about head fake.
I am trying to recollect what were my childhood dreams. I hardly remember any except after reading Kaliki's "Ponniyin Selvan", I wanted to write like him. Aeroplanes are something that was flying so high that we hardly got to see their sizes. Hence no dream of becoming a pilot. But the coal-engine powered trains were omnipresent. The black swirling smoke and a shrill whistle frieghtened me away. Hence no fascination to become an engine driver.
How many of you out there realized your childhood dreams? It will be interesting to know.
I happened to come across a title of a best-seller called "The last Lecture" by one Randy Pausch. He is teaching computer science at Carnegie-Mellon. He has life-threatening disease and expect to die soon. So, he gave one last lecture which was widely web-cast.
It wasn't on any topic in computer science. It's about realizing one's childhood dreams. It's also about enabling others to realize their childhood dreams. I read the transcript of the lecture from the Net. That's where I learnt about head fake.
I am trying to recollect what were my childhood dreams. I hardly remember any except after reading Kaliki's "Ponniyin Selvan", I wanted to write like him. Aeroplanes are something that was flying so high that we hardly got to see their sizes. Hence no dream of becoming a pilot. But the coal-engine powered trains were omnipresent. The black swirling smoke and a shrill whistle frieghtened me away. Hence no fascination to become an engine driver.
How many of you out there realized your childhood dreams? It will be interesting to know.