Master of Ceremony/Public Speaker: My inspiration

Master of Ceremony/Public Speaker: My inspiration: “A good speech should be like a woman's skirt: long enough to cover the subject and short enough to create interest” ― Winston Chur...

My inspiration

“A good speech should be like a woman's skirt: long enough to cover the subject and short enough to create interest”
― Winston Churchill

Here I am writing my first blog about what inspired me to become an effective Master of the Ceremony.The inspiration to write came from my aunt who told me that I should pen down my thoughts not knowing I am not even one percent close to her writing skills. So before I start let me thank her wholeheartedly. I was a highly confused and shy kid and in love with every street dog I met and my passion to serve and heal them  growing up thinking of becoming a veterinary doctor. "If wishes were horses beggars would ride". My tenth percentage was too low to get me Science. Soon I am going to share something personal about my childhood and it might inspire any kid who has been through this.

For ten years of my childhood I have suffered epilepsy not knowing in my childhood what is epilepsy. All I knew was a horrible middle school life(till my tenth class) and was slow and shy. I was always scared to talk to the teacher,has not participated in any debate or quiz . Even the next door cat was less terrified of me to go the school and get beaten up and teased by other kids because you are the shy one. My parents sacrificed a lot to treat me from the best neurologist and told me to have faith in God. For me saying a poetry in the class in front of all the kids was impossible.

After my class tenth ,the doctor certified that I am no more epileptic. Then the real challenge came,  how to overcome all the things I have missed. The medication for ten years makes your memory very weak.That's the point I think I decided to change myself completely. Well you all must be thinking why is she telling about her childhood and how is it even related to being a Master of Ceremony.

It is often quoted  that "public speaking is more scary than death". Humans evolved as social animals to defend themselves from predators and other threats. Being rejected from the group was probably as good as death for early humans, left to survive on their own. We fear public speaking because we fear rejection, equating this on a primal level with the risk of dying alone.

During my high school and college I started tutoring which I totally loved and the feedback was good. It would have been my first baby step of becoming an effective Master of Ceremony. Well more to come.

The second step was to get a job in a MNC and speaking to strangers over the phone in another country.I am sure that sounds familiar to lot of youth. That gave me humongous opportunity to work on my speech and changing myself from a shy person to a talkative one. After changing a couple of jobs the turning point was to become a process trainer with a Multi National Company. Now till then I didn't know what was stored for me in the future. I simply loved training and all my trainees and I still do.

One bright sunny day I came across a person who became a very good friend in my life told me out of the blue moon that I can become a good Master of ceremony. I thought joke of the century not knowing good things are stored for me in the future too.

I left my job in a MNC and the city not knowing my future and assuming something great is stored for me.Then after some initial hiccups and research I started hosting,conferences, seminars,wedding press meets,voice-overs and lot more and got lot of appreciations from the mango people and eminent personalities too. Currently, I am into theaters too and moved from India to USA. All of a sudden the stage became everything to me and I realized that I couldn't have loved anything more.

In my next blog I am going to write how to be an effective Master of Ceremony/Public Speaker  for newcomers..Hope you all like my first blog. Feedback is most welcome but not in the form of slang...:)