We’re in print!

Despite H’s completely disobliging behaviour (Lights, Camera, Disaster) it seems the editors were magnanimous enough to include us in the article. So here we are in ‘Mother and Baby’ May 2010 issue. The picture says it all….

It’s a strange feeling to make the transition from an interviewer to an interviewee. I remember being annoyed when people would constantly call up and ask, ‘when is my piece appearing?’ Now I felt like doing the same (but restrained myself). Then I wondered whether she’d do a decent job of the piece, while I confess I wondered secretly if I could have done it better. Egoistical, I know.. However, I must mention that the journalist did give me the option of writing myself which I had to decline because I was in the middle of shifting. Another journalist friend suggested I ask for a draft and that reminded me how I didn’t quite like it when people asked me for a draft (I’m not a rookie, you know..I’d feel like telling them..I will do a good job). Besides, the real people of substance never asked for a draft.. only the nitpickers did.

And so I decided to trust her and here we are.. the three of us with S making an appearance in the copy. Not bad at all.

Lights! Camera! Disaster!

A friend’s friend happened to be doing a piece on twins for a magazine. Once earlier H had missed a modelling chance (Brush with fame) so I was pretty excited. There we were, H, N and I, readying ourselves for a photo shoot.

Now H and N might not be the best looking kids in the world they do look nice enough for about five minutes after they have been showered, scrubbed and cleaned. The challenge was to extend those five minutes for the duration of the shoot.

By the appointed hour we were all ready and waiting and clean. I’d prepared the kids the best I could (An uncle will be coming to click a picture of you) and motivated them (read bribed and threatened) to behave themselves. That was my only concern.

The photographer came, surprisingly punctual to a minute. As expected N was a dream.. she always is.. she posed and smiled and acted cute.. oh she’s good at it.

H on the other hand is totally completely hopeless. He played with the reflectors and grinned at the photographer when he told him not to. He refused to look at the camera.. slouched on the sofa, then decided to recline and finally lay down flat on N’s lap. If the photographer said smile he put on that totally fake smile he has.. if he said ‘sit on the sofa’, H slid to the ground or climbed onto my lap, if he said ‘okay sit on mama’s lap’ H was on my shoulders. We tried bringing in soft toys.. then we tried switching on the television.. useless.

We decided to work around H.. N and I positioned ourselves beside him.. but the catch was he was never stationary.. Finally the photographer said ‘let’s do some masti’. Now that’s what H specialises at.. but when the camera was on him.. he just didn’t oblige.

I think the photographer must’ve given up. He did take a lot of pictures but didn’t seem too happy at the end of it all. I felt bad for the poor guy.. he’d travelled all the way from Chembur. However there was little I could do… Kids are and will always be unpredictable.

So that’s how H and N’s brush with fame comes to an end. One thing is for sure modelling is certainly not H’s cup of tea.