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Ask the AI: Series 1: Is Prolonged Meeting Duration a Symptom of System Deficiency?

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The ubiquitous nature of meetings in modern organizational life often prompts a critical question: does the tendency for meetings to extend beyond their scheduled duration signify an underlying deficiency within the system? This literature review explores various perspectives on meeting length, drawing upon research published in leading journals such as the Academy of Management Review , Journal of Applied Psychology , Organizational Behavior and Human Decision Processes , Small Group Research , and Harvard Business Review . While acknowledging that some complex topics necessitate extended deliberation, a significant body of literature across these publications suggests that consistently lengthy meetings frequently point towards fundamental flaws in organizational structure, communication practices, and meeting management efficacy. One prominent area of concern, frequently discussed in the Academy of Management Review and Journal of Applied Psychology , revolves around poor meeting pl...
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A Melon at Rukubji

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Rukubji As I dissolve among the ordinary Drinking the ecstasy of sublime thoughts, Burrowing through what-ifs, and Rejoicing the best in my mind, I re-make myself every day. As I spread the deed, With no ego of having nor fear of not having I offer this chunk of melon To the deity of Pelela Who opens the door to scenic Rukubji,  I offer this chunk of melon To the serpent of Rukubji Who once slithered through the valley, I offered this chunk of melon To the omnipresent Pema Who pinned down the snake demon,  I offer this chunk of melon To the divine Kinley Who blessed the valley with mastered, I offer this chuck of melon To the red-cheek beauties of Rukibji Who shines the valley with unique art. In my humble offering May I find more solace, and May Omteng Tshomem bless them more. Lake below Palela (not Omteng Tso) Read More Here
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Lost

Even at our best, we lose. Our busiest business is of course to search for the lost Sometimes, we lose buffalo we have. At other times we lose buffalo that is ours. We even lose the buffalo we don't have. We search them all. Tediously? Oh No!  Joyfully... Only to lose ourselves
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My Sacred Self

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In the drab domesticities of ordinary  I dilute my sacred self over and again. Bullied by goals and hollow aspirations The gifts and possibilities are killed. The negated goodness of self, Scattered under the carpet of perspectives, Endures the struggle to preserve. Self, the temple of divine, Conquered by curse of pounding thoughts, Given itself to the earthly drug and dirt, Relishes harboring a will of its own. Sanctity of self, Denied of his supremacy in pretense And falsification of worthiness, Verity of sacredness is devoured by denial. Sanctity is consoled as bereaved. Yet, this scared self, Pushes himself to being, Seeks to empower his weakness, Beckon the truth, Radiate the power to heal, Redeem the sanctity, and Reclaim the honor To restore the scared self. Note : This poem has no formal format and does not follow any standard.
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Reading

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As the clouds are preparing its downpour.  Here I stand, Under the ramshackled gazebo, roofed from thatch and hays, Grossly engrossed  In my silly understanding of the noble text. Here I stand,  Amidst the buzzing flies tolerating insect bites, Grossly engrossed  In the interpretation and misinterpretation of humankind. Here I stand, In the friendship of majestic stupa, listening to the humming tunes of flattering flags,  Grossly engrossed In remembering and forgetting what I read.
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Prayer

Such valour Candour and colour Bless I- A lesser man More mountains to scale Amidst adversities and adversaries Beacon I- Of dreams and inspiration Passion and diligence The grippling trade mark of triumps Culture it- Deep to the blood and veins. Bless more I, a lesser man.
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Story of westbound love and eastbound traveler

Foothing all through, The eastbound traveler Banked his trust to the lone road, Befriend soulful songs, Went seeking alms, Begging, Improvished.
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Meta Moment at Chorten Kora (June 26, 2018)

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Eyes of Compassion Lord I shall wilfully submit my woeful self To thy gaze that shines sympathy Defrost my sinful soul to it's quintessence and clarity. Lord Grant my soul This moment of mind over matter Let it be fertile and convertible Hereon Everyday The Holy Chorten Kora Stupa
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