Messed up

Life is like a tennis match, you will get returns only if you serve well. And everyone begins with the same score LOVE ALL. Mr Toastmaster, Fellow TM and guests. For a single man like me the above quote is only ray of light in a dark tunnel. LOVE All, my static score since the time I felt the need to increase it. Every time, when I tried, I was the only player remaining on the court while other player, some unique and beautiful specimen of fairer sex left, before the match could even begin. Today, I am sharing such three such "miss"-matches with all of u. I played my first match in the posh premises of Infy Mysore during my training days. She was ultra stylish and whenever she entered the classroom she managed to turn heads. Her eyes were chocolaty brown; whenever her eyes meet mine I felt sweetness and warmth flow out of them, which drowned me in sea of happiness . Our chats on messenger were becoming personal gradually. My hopes which were on rise everyday were das...

It was dark and the space was constricted .The only noises were those of subdued snores and the faint humming sounds of the AC. Dragging my baggage with great amount of effort I finally reached my destination. Madame Toastmaster, fellow Toastmasters and guests. I was shocked to see someone else cozily cuddled in my seat like a baby. I kept my luggage aside, gently shook the sleeping gentleman out of his slumber and said confidently "Sir this is my seat". Reluctantly and irritated he got up. He removed his ticket from the wallet, and claimed that seat was indeed his. Discussion followed, people woke from their deep sleep and started gathering, like flies gather around a cake. Finally the TT came, took both tickets in his custody and like a priest solemnly pronounced my ticket is a day old. I felt the floor of AC compartment of the railway coach slip beneath me. The anomaly of the Gregorian calendar manifested itself with dire consequences on that fateful day. The arrival ...

A slum dweller, without any formal education, knew all the answers to a quiz show. Latter he reveals that he knew the answers unconsciously from incidents and people around him. This was the premise of much celebrated movie in recent times. Can it be useful in real life? Mr. Toastmaster, fellow toastmaster and dear guests. In my opinion one doesn't have to be scholar and read thousands of books to be knowledgeable. The whole world can be your teacher, only if you behave like attentive students you stand to learn a world from them. Also to be knowledgeable is not merely to know facts and figures; one has to learn to behave wisely also. Could there be a better place to start learning than from one’s home. I have learnt a lot from my family. It’s said that mother is the first teacher, which is obvious, but in my case I am still learning from my mother. My mother in her 40’s, comfortably employed in government sector; choose to do her PhD at an age where most of women are worrie...