There comes a time in our career when we are fed with doses and doses of presentations, mostly power point. It happens mostly when one is a new hire of an organization and is forced to endure it. I unfortunately have been at the receiving end of this torture once too often.
But like the light after the long dark tunnel, like the rainbow after the rain, like the rain on the desert sand, like the pot of gold at the end of the rainbow and many such clichés, my time came too, to pay back to some people in kind.
For all the times, my eyes squinted trying to keep myself awake during such presentations,
For all the times, I acted interested and scribbled lines and lines of nonsense even though hand outs would be given by the end of the session.
For all the times, I took long breaths to avoid yawning openly,
For all the times, I asked boring questions just to establish the fundamental connectedness with my peers,
I decided I would not be Gandhi and sit through another presentation when I am slapped with one. Instead I would give back with another presentation, with power, presence and punch.
I sat and prepared another presentation with some other tool. I was the presenter and I did not stop there. I recorded and inserted my own voice as the narrator. Period.