“You don’t have to project anything on screen”, the words came raining like parabolic arrows from the minister sitting 20 feet across me. They hit my forehead and stuck. Just a good vacuum cup of cellphone holder grabs to the windshield of a car, they stayed there holding my senses tightly. I was silenced. I was watching the bald patch of this tall man as he drowned himself into reading the colored printouts of my deck. His arrival into the conference room had brought in a death like silence in room which just seconds ago, was as boisterous as a kindergarten class in absence of a teacher.
I came to terms that I was not going to be allowed to talk today. Someone was consuming my work of over a month. I could hear my breaths. The tension in the room was palpable. Every pair of eyes was focused at the minister, raising his right hand to lick his middle and ring finger and then go down to turn the pages of the 12 slide deck.
There are only 2 outcomes as I was meeting a high influence person. An approval or a reprimand. These were manifesting in my mind as:
- “Be ready to be told, your work is CRAP”, said the Client manager as I finished my rehearsal before the meeting. “He is opinionated, has an aesthetic sense of his own and doesn’t mince words”.
- “Your work is good “, he may say.
I was reveling on the later outcome.
He had devoured my work completely in not more than 10 minutes. “I am ready to take the decisions” , the minister rose up to say . “Project the options”. The verdict, the judgment was going to be out. I would be vanquished or survive the judgment by a person as sharp as Ronaldo in the penalty area …
I rose up..
[To be continued…. ]