After about a year’s deliberation, I finally went to a Toastmaster’s meet yesterday evening, as a guest. Not a guest-of-honour; just a vanilla guest. I didnt expect such a big crowd, and was pleasantly surprised. There were about 60-100 people of all shapes, sizes and ages. What you might call a motley crowd.
I was a tad late, and the meeting had already started as I hurried into the hall. Either the ladies were annoyed at my indiscipline or I was looking dashing (again), and I found myself caught between furtive glances.
A rather lame looking person (who, as I later learnt, was the president) was giving an even lamer lecture. He was giving some gyan on “inner-vision” or “looking-inside-yourself” or something in that direction, when suddenly he changed tack and introduced the Toastmaster Of The Day to the audience (The Toastmaster is the person who conducts the day’s proceedings).
The Toastmaster was dashing and had an impressive persona. But I fought hard to suppress a giggle; he was only around 4 feet in height, and he was wearing a suit with a tie. He couldnt reach up to the mike, not even to bend it down to his height. (Before you condemn me to the hall-of-proud-and-prejudiced, read on).
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