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A 'note' of Optimism

I drank a glass of water and eased myself.The sea of audience joined in an applause.Some smiling faces,some shut eyes,some blanched,some patient,some "oh thanx man",some "jus get lost man".The vote of thanks was short and impressive.It's always better to be short.A couple of "thanks",a shower of gratitude,a list of names,the menu is somewhat always same.
As I came down the dais,Mr.Mathews walked up to me.The hand shake was firm.
"aye Jon,ves a wonnerful speechh maan.Ofcorse optimism is the key to sucssess dese days.D way u put dem,ves amaizing.D stories,instances..jus lov'd it."
"Thanx mate."
A dozen more words and shakes.My spiel had takers."hmm..dts gud."
"Of course..Of course..Optimism is the key to success..Never let pessimism creep in."
I echoed my ideas again to a few of them and signed off from the hall.I rushed down the stairs.My cab was waiting.I made it fast into the rear seat and asked the man to leave.
"Railway station."
"Sir."
"How many minutes?"
"ten..fifteen..traffic..depends sir"
The time on my watch showed 18:48 . I once again checked my ticket.Time of departure 19:05
"Oh...no man,damn it,I'm gonna miss ma train..."

Comments

  1. there is sure an unmistakable cadence in ur words(especially the intro part):)..

    n sure case of us, the "hypocrite LECTEUR!—mon semblable,—mon frère!"(intended pun:) )..

    ts nice, d way u tried diff devices(accent switches), ur characteristic ending, bt com on, i am nt sure this is ur best..

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  2. :)yup..i kno...i tol u rte...i got this thread from u...d heated discussion at the seminar hall...
    felt like typin smthn and this was born..

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  3. i dont know how many times i will keep telling uthis but nevertheless...gud choice of subject...its a different beat indeed...but i agree with aravi, it cant be counted among ur best...maybe u cud hav stretched it a bit..

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  4. k, remember ya tellin that bt i didn get it at that time:):)..
    yp, our discussn, bt for aneesha, i wud hav lukd like a niiic old turkey fresh from a bath:):)..

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  5. beautiful as always ..farah..nthng more to say actually :)

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  6. @sulfia....thanx dear...
    even i too agree wth d obsrvation...

    @aravind :)

    @Neetha..thanx dear..

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