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COMMUNICATE EFFECTIVELY FOR BETTER COMMUNICATION



As a new entrant to the content creation market, I was relentlessly searching for jobs in writing. It was an aha moment. I was selected to write a test assignment, a video script that was for one of the well-known educators in the online world.

 My script had to bring out the essence of effective communication. I brainstormed for ideas. And since it was my first experience, I was falling short in everything.

 I whipped up all my resources and Googled, scoffing at the idea of writing a video script on communication for a master communicator.

It was not an easy task. Nevertheless, I tried and came up with a story that remains close to my heart for being the first of its kind.

Prompted by the twists in Chinese whisper, I co-related it with the modern generation.

Here goes the story that you can smile about or empathise with.

A couple decided to meet at 10.00 the next day for coffee. The boy reached the coffee shop the next morning, but the girl did not. He waited and made frantic calls one after the other before giving up.

When the girl woke up and looked at her mobile phone, she was shocked. Twenty missed calls from the boy within an hour. What happened? She wondered.

She called up the boy. The boy was angry as she had failed to keep the date. The girl explained who gets up at 10.00 on Sunday morning. The boy queried, who has coffee at 10.00 at night?.

The script ended with an explanation about the a.m./ p.m. issue, the importance of effective communication and the call to action to join the course.

 

P.S.

It is needless to say, I was OUTlisted.

Hoping you enjoyed my script and the story of Chinese whisper in a modern context.

 


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