It's IN THE FACE! I've been conned in to a 'cake making' session that changed the way the world would see me. Ironically, the world would see me after I joined a 'radio station' (for the record - we're not yet talking visual radio in India)
Plot: Its a photoshoot for the radio station website. I've been summoned 3 hours before the 1st click. They'd want to paint me, I know. The make-up man put stuff on my face and sat their cramming it up with the brushes of the world, for two whole hours. The one line brief given to them, which they seemed to have sworn to follow down to the T was - 'make these nuts look gorgeous'. After the million powder puffing and packing, they said they'd 'touch-me-up' (yew!) just before the final click. In all this play, I wasn't shown the mirror even once! Its the mirror-might-crack story they belted out.
Excerpt of a conversation between the Hair Stylist (HS) and the Make-Up Man (MUM) with my brain-bouncing thoughts in brackets -
MUM: Haay, I'm toh loving her eyes. Bouu fine aankh chhe taro baby (What's with this baby-ing me man?! But keep the faith Meera. These guys know best - so you'd have to bloody believe. )
HS: Hmm... what should I do with her hair (Bol tere saath kya suluk kiya jaye! My hair, for a change wanna ask me?)
MUM: Nothing, Bas straighten kari nak (Just straighten the hair? But isn't it super straight anyway? Okay, whatever you say. So what if its MY hair!)
MUM: Accha look at her eyes. I'm giving her the look that Bips had in 'No Entry'. Ene suit karse na?(!#$%^&*?!?!?!)
HS: Go for it! (!#$%^&*!!!)
I could tell you more of the conversation that scarred my memory forever. My face under scrutiny and cross examination (just a reminder, I work for a radio station!)
Lights camera and shoot! They shot me and how I wish I could shoot them back, in the true sense of the word! Well, the pictures were promptly delivered the next day on a CD. 'The Pineapple Pastry' shot from various angles. We've got Royal icing on the cheeks and a cherry on the nose.
Seeing is believing. Take a dekko and pour in condolences. Its a face-off between me and me. Sigh.
Make-up is so rightly called make up.
They literally 'made me' up!
