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Toast Masters P1 : Ice Breaker


Folks, welcome the new Toast Master on the block. I gave my maiden speech last month. With a bang :) It was chosen the best prepared speech of the evening. I am going to post all the scripts here. The main objective is to get your suggestions on the improvements. Also, the beginners who google their way in here would get some tips, hopefully :)

This speech was titled the 'The Modern Man'. Project 1 (P1) was intended for the speaker to introduce himself, therefore, its an ice breaker session. Following the tradition, I pulled out a couple of real incidents from my life - the ingredients that cooked me into what I am today. I would probably write a separate blog on those incidents. But, I think what really gave the wind to the sail was the closing  segment (the script below). It was supposed to be delivered in an express speed and I took 2 weeks to memorize it. Phew!

I’m a modern man, a man for the millennium.

Multicultured, multi-faceted – a post-modern deconstruction.
I’m new wave, but I’m old schooled, laid-back but fashion-forward.
My inner child is way inward bound.
I am upfront, down-home, low-rent, low-maintenance.

I am Digital.
I’ve been inputted, outputted, debugged,  outsourced, up-linked, downloaded, downsized and upgraded.
I interface with my database, my database is in cyberspace, so I’m interactive, hyperactive and from time to time, radioactive. I am broad-minded, broad banded, I can give you a gigabyte in a nanosecond!           
A foreign talent, not foreign to talent, Yet a high-tech low-life.
My output is always up, my income is always down.

A cutting edge, state-of-the-art, simple-minded single-tasker.
I’m on-point, on-task, on-message, off drugs and off smoke. I’ve got no need for coke and speed. I've got no urge to binge and purge. I’m in-the-moment, on-the-edge, over-the-top and under-the-radar.

I’m feeling, I’m caring, I’m healing, I’m sharing-- a supportive, bonding, nurturing, primary care-giver. A simple dude, but I’m the real deal. Lean and mean! Cocked, locked and ready-to-rock. Rough, tough and hard to bluff. I take it slow, I go with the flow, I ride with the tide. I’ve got glide in my stride.

Drivin and movin, sailin and spinin, jiving and groovin, wailin and winnin. I don’t snooze, so I don’t lose. I keep the pedal to the metal and the rubber to the road. I party hearty and lunch time is crunch time. I’m hangin in, there ain’t no doubt and I’m hangin tough - over and out!

Obviously, it was a borrowed brilliance. And sincerely modified to reflect me. Now, if you have figured out the source of my inspiration, you and me have a lot of common interests. And I would like to know you more :)  
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