Educational Motivating Speakers: Providing Comfort at Work / Education Through Laughter and Humor

By Prachetas Nair

In this world of steep competition, giving in to pressure comes almost naturally to most of us. But in order to sustain, one must not succumb to the pressure so easily, instead stand upright against all odds. At an epoch when children are pestered to take tuition rather than play out in the field, succumbing to pressure or going into depression becomes the common disaster almost in each household. But somehow, people still ignore all this and go on to lead lives as they are. It is high time that we should realize the sticky situation we all are in and try to amend this for our own benefits.

As a result of too much pressure in the educational field, people often tend to become clueless as to what to do after the preliminary education is over. Taking the condition of the job market into consideration, the situation of these poor students seems even worse. The best way to save them from such a pathetic disillusionment is to resort to the help of the educational motivational speakers. What the students need is a thorough guidance, along with motivation which will enable them to think and do better in their future. Educational motivational speakers talk to the students in distress, understand their problems and act accordingly. They have the power to usher a positive change in the students. These speakers try to solve the problem of these children in distress, by acting from their points of view. This enables the students to have faith on them and accept these speakers as their well-wishers, their friends, for it is only friends with whom one can share all the problems and dilemmas of life.

The pressure and monotony of work have reached an ever high and so much so that even grown up people and professionals are being squeezed into this burden. The wish to earn more has churned out one of the basic necessities of life - laughter. In order to get this necessity back into our lives, to see the life as it is, people now-a-days hire professional educational motivational speakers. They help to beat the stress by providing much-needed "comic therapy" to them. They understand the dilemma of the students, understand their psychology, and try to solve them rather humorously, so that this therapy does not become yet another cause of tensions.

They are experts in their own field and with their strong expertise, they are able to revitalize their clients. The demand of these expert speakers is so much that they are often hired by TV and Radio Talk Shows; they are even hired to write columns in magazines and newspapers. This ensures a far and wide reach, so that more people are able to know about and appreciate the art of these men / women. Now-a-days educational motivational speakers are even hired by companies for their employees

The Call for Healthcare Speakers and Futurists

Along with the worldly sicknesses comes other mundane element, such as hypertension, stress, anxiety, obesity etc. A perfect example would be a middle-aged woman who habitually takes heavy doses of medications for stress relief which in turn harms their nervous system adversely. Yet another instance that you may have come across often is that of an adolescent kid who has been rehabilitated after a period of substance abuse. Teenagers who have been rehabilitated are offered to attend these health care and motivational seminars in order to cope up with post-traumatic stress. While medicines are aimed at physical healing the mental trauma can only be cured by socialized medicine. Socialized medicine is a word used in the United States to represent and discuss systems of universal health care.

Most of you may think that the field of healthcare is a drab, boring, sleep-arousing subject. But these days many of these keynote speakers have a humorous approach towards health topics as depressed patients feel much light headed and happy after attending a gleeful discourse. Comedy is indeed a remedy especially when stress is the new epidemic ailment of our era. After all it is rightly said "Laughter is the best medicine". These futurist orators believe in spreading their knowledge by verbally communicating with the crowd, as oral communication has a great way to reach the masses. Their approaches may differ but the cause is the all the same - Universal health care.

Healthcare speakers therefore contribute immensely to the social welfare. They are best known for conveying discourses on a wide-ranging assortment of health matters such as health insurance, diseases, drug rehabilitation, physical fitness and other health areas. They usually render the speeches at special events, seminars and conferences. Most of them work hand in hand alongside of various medical bodies or health organizations.A few of them also work as individuals. If you're looking out for reliable healthcare speakers, you can easily avail one.

These days you can easily avail a speaker online. Now-a-days, a lot of experts as well as aspiring orators have their personal websites from where you can choose to browse through their services and various other therapeutic techniques. You may even choose to read informational blogs and discussion forums for further understanding of the significance of reflective listening. Ensure that you select the best amongst all to ensure satisfactory services. In order to compare services, you can browse through a list of websites. You can also choose to read patient reviews after attending a certain speaker's seminar in order to make an affirmative choice. Some websites offer online registration forms to enroll in a specific health care session. You can even contact the respective speaker personally if you have further queries.

Is There A Comedy Gene?

By Shlomo Yermoyahu

Is a sense of humor rooted in our genes? Does it come from our environment? No one seems to know the answer. I propose an experiment to answer the question once and for all: Identical twins separated at birth.

People with a reputation for making others laugh almost always have strong comedy influences, most often a household family member---usually a funny parent or sibling. But is biology the driving force? There may be a comedy gene, but proving it requires experiments establishing cause and effect relationships. Will our chosen experiment help us untangle this nature vs. nurture question?

We are apparently the only animal that laughs so it seems reasonable to think that this capacity would be reflected in the human genome. But where? And how does it work? Does it function independently or is it coupled with other tendencies? For example, if your comedy gene is in its recessive form and therefore switched off (in other words, you're not funny), might this work in tandem with another gene giving you, say, an intense and insuppressible urge to study and practice mortuary science?

Even if we can localize the gene in question--assuming it exists at all--what problems or dangers might be in store for us if we choose to play God and fiddle with this forbidden knowledge? Would genetic counseling then be necessary to avoid the sad fate of those afflicted with two parents, both carriers of the recessive form of the gene? Would in vitro fertilization be used to counter this or for parents who insist on a funny child? Or should we go a step further by uniting comedy-gene dominant individuals for reproductive purposes in a belief that humor should be nurtured, encouraged and even created in order to make the world a better place?

Before we trouble ourselves with these derivative problems, we must first clarify and unearth the true source of comedy. And here identical twins may help us. One twin would be placed with a funny family. The other with an unfunny family. Then, watch what happens.

With an eye toward creating unfunnyness, the simplest approach would involve placing one child with two parents, each trained as an actuary--someone working with the statistics of the insurance business. The likelihood of any kind of mirth in such a household would be very small indeed. Oh, perhaps the occasional snicker, just to be polite, but not much chance of sustained merriment. Surely, genetic influences would be operating in and through such a couple.

But wait. Not so fast. Using simple common sense may help us see that actuarial parents could be very good soil indeed for the growth of comedy--could in fact produce a comedian. Such is the perversity of human nature where pleasure in the inappropriate and in incongruity in general may well be at the root of what we think of as funny.

The alternative situation may point to a fundamental problem with our experimental design. A twin raised by a funny family, maybe two stand-up comedians, could result in a teenage rebellion that commonly vectors toward its opposite--in this case a pronounced sense of maturity and sobriety that brooks no nonsense. Or, the household with no one normal to model the straightness and ordinariness of the real world, could result in people (including the twin) too hip to laugh, trying only to outdo one another in increasingly crazy and far out ways that the rest of us can no longer understand.

Perhaps more fundamentally, what do we mean when we say something is funny? How can we recognize it in a measurable and scientifically reliable way?

People who study and teach comedy would seem to be of little help here. They are almost invariably not funny, except unintentionally. One common piece of advice given to those who aspire to make others laugh is this: Don't take yourself so seriously. Don't take life so seriously. But this is bad advice. Comedians do take themselves seriously, they do take life seriously, (that's why they're so funny!), responding with the development of strong attitudes channeling their frustration with the world and its BS in ways more constructive than say, overeating or gambling or violent crimes. The lesson: Serious is funny. Funny, not so funny (or at least not as funny).

Besides, a race of funny men and women could render the world unmotivated, undisciplined and, in the wrong hands, easier to control and subdue. Or compare this with a race of the unfunny. One group can't get much work done; the other has no fun doing it. Two tragedies. And who would win in a war between the funny and the unfunny? In a war such as this there can be no winners. Instead, this may be an illustration of the consequences of tampering with the serious and the silly within society at large and within ourselves.

Must we remain forever ignorant and confused about such matters? Will the question of the origins of comedy remain forever up in the air, mysteriously elusive? Perhaps ignorance truly is bliss here.

Tips and Tricks That Can Make You Successful in Standup Comedy

By Simon Kate

Standup is a multibillion dollar business that revolves around creating laughter. It is actually quite a rewarding profession both on personal and personal fronts. You are responsible for the smile across so many people is a beautiful thought in itself. Additionally you get a good pay too at the end. As simple as it sounds but the profession is not that easy. It comes with its own host of adventures and hard work too. If you wish to make to taste success on the other side of the stage then these tips could help you.
In comedy scripts matter a lot and you should always have some fresh content. To work on this it's a good habit to carry a notebook with you when you are on the move. Observe things or conversations that happen around you that could be given a comic twist. Actually everything in life has some sort of humor in it. You have to just perceive it by keeping your senses open. Moreover you should try to write jokes on a daily basis because you need a lot of content when you do stand up.
Sometime back a reporter asked a very famous standup artist, "how to be a comedian?" He answered it in line by saying comedy is ninety percent expression. You may have caught my message. Yes comedy is all about expressions. You may have also observed it many times that the same joke performed by two different persons can create different responses. It could be a matter a crazy laughter in one case but can fell flat with other one. It all depends upon how you present your jokes to your audience. To work on this regard it essential that you practice your sessions daily in front of the mirror. Observe your expressions and work on your speech too. Additionally you can also perform it in front your friends or family to observe the kind of response that it could generate. You can also work on your speech such that the memorized material appears spontaneous not as something from a parrots mouth. Many times you need to perceive the crowd too and deliver your gig accordingly. Your daily practice would help you in such situations.

Why I Became a Writer Instead of a Nun

By Mary Norton-Miller

I liked the taste of communion wafers pressed against the roof of my mouth. But nun cake was a big disappointment.

Once a week, Catholic kids were bussed to church school to attend first communion classes. Our teacher was a genuine nun, complete with a full habit and head piece. I was in awe. She had two names (like most of my cousins and me), except one of hers was a boy's name--Sister Agnes Michael.

The first day of class she let us know what kind of miscreants she assumed we were.

"Keep your hands on top of your desks, so you aren't tempted to reach inside and steal anything," she ordered.

I never stole anything in my life (except for Snappy and a few carrots) and blushed red with humiliation at being treated like a criminal. I'm one of those people who, if someone thinks I'm guilty, immediately feels guilty. This is followed by looking guilty, which is how I appeared as Sister Agnes Michael eyeballed me while warning us about stealing.

During our first lesson, she stated that God had no beginning and has no end. What the heck? I could sort of see how something might not have an end, but no beginning? I waved my hand, questioned her statement, questioned her answer because it didn't explain anything, and found myself sitting on a chair in the corner.

Memo to self: God's holy servants do not appreciate being questioned.

The following week, I found out about original sin and black hearts.

"Every time you commit a sin, a black spot appears on your heart," revealed Sister.

I pictured the spots as filling in around the outside first, then working their way to the center, as opposed to popping up willy-nilly. My chest weighed heavy as I imagined its tainted contents; a large version of the chocolate-covered cherries Dad bought, with the diminishing red cherry-part getting squished by my ever-thickening, chocolate coating of sin.

"Do mistakes and little fibs make gray spots?" I asked hopefully.

"There are no gray areas in sinning. There is right, and there is wrong. God can see into your heart and knows your sins."

Well, that wasn't good news. And the way Sister made the announcement, while her eyes bore holes through my chest, insinuated God squealed to her about my heart's black-coating. I hunched over to shield my tell-tale heart.

My worries eased a bit when she revealed confession erases the black if we are truly repentant. Salvation. I could start over with a clean heart. And this time I'd keep it solid red with no black speckles anywhere. I'd never let the devil get me in trouble again. Hmmm, maybe I'd look good in a nun's habit.

"Except for original sin," continued Sister. "We all carry the burden of original sin."

"Even little babies?" I asked.

She fixed her holy eyes on me. "Everyone."

That didn't seem fair. Why should I be stuck with a black spot for something Adam and Eve did a million years ago?

During our third session, Sister Agnes Michael offered us a special surprise if we memorized some verses for the next class. I was anxious to redeem myself and ensure a place in heaven, since I was on shaky ground for questioning God's earthly servant.

Mom listened while I recited the verses, and corrected any mistakes. I looked forward to my next first communion class, wondering what my surprise might be. I hoped for candy or money, but knew it'd probably be something religious. I really liked Sister's oversized rosary beads with a heavy cross that swung against her stomach when she walked, and hoped for a knock-off set.

Four of us stood at the front of our classroom to receive our reward. Sister served us a big hunk of leftover dried-up cake, cemented into a corner of a rectangular cake pan. I'm not talking about cake with a crusty edge. This nun cake was petrified.

Sister slid a small wastebasket into the coat closet and balanced the cake pan across the top. "It is impolite to eat in front of the other children. They will become envious and you will be prideful. Be sure to eat over the basket and pan, so there are no crumbs on the floor."

We crammed in against the coats and she shut the door. Faint brown light from a high ceiling bulb illuminated us in yellow shadows. I chipped off a piece of cake and searched for a soft spot. Cake crumbs tumbled into the pan below. One boy shoved a hunk of surprise under sheets of paper in the bottom of the basket. I quickly did the same, and the other cake eaters followed suit. We buried the remnants of our reward and knocked on the door to be let out.

"Thank you, Sister," we mumbled, and returned to our seats.

She removed the trash can from the closet, checked the floor for crumbs, and pulled a long cord to turn off the light.

"What kind of children are you that you'd waste food?" she demanded.

She found our cake. I sat wondering what possessed her to look under the trash, and then remembered her direct pipeline to God--who knows all and sees all. Sort of like the Wizard of Oz. Our class of secular lowlifes learned about poor starving children in Africa and ungrateful children in America.

I couldn't wait to tell Mom about my crummy reward.

"Nuns are supposed to be holy and nice," I complained. "Why is she so mean?"

I shot down Mom's first explanation; that maybe the Sister thought the nun cake was good.

Mom explained, "No one is completely good or bad. The nicest people in the world aren't perfect. And the worst people in the world often have something good about them. You have to decide if the good out-weighs the bad. If it does, then decide whether the bad is something you can live with."

It was a lot to take in, so I concentrated on the first part; no one is completely good or bad. Promising news, since being all good was not in my nature. The chunks of good in me meant I still had a chance at Heaven, or at least Purgatory. I decided Sister Agnes Michael was more good than bad because she shaved her head for God (or so I believed at the time), wore ugly shoes, said a lot of prayers, and couldn't help it if she was old and crotchety