“ Baby, please put your chin down”
Arrghh, how ironic it is when the only person calling you a “babe” is a 40-year old bald photographer.
I was at the photo-studio to take a picture , in my blue sari. I zeroed on the blue sari, when that was the most liked picture in my face book profile. No of likes:60-not joking.
I am a plain Jane and I have given so many pictures taken in my mobile, also the above mentioned blue sari pic to my dad for wedding purpose. But it’s very difficult to convince a dad, who thinks his daughter is some princess on earth. He says ” get me a better pic” as though he is on search for his calendar girl. And my mom wanted a pic in which I would look like a daughter-in-law every mother in law would crave for.
So, now that the pictures have come, I wonder who that girl is who I see in the pic . A high alert alarm buzzed on my mind. I shook my head to confirm what I was seeing. Definitely not me!!! At least it doesn’t look like me. I look like an anemic rasagula. I appreciate the photographer has done a fabulous job in making me fairer. How did the photographer manage to come up with something like that?
I wonder the creator learns a little lesson from this photographer, so that all his creation looks effortlessly beautiful.
So my point now here is, why give the boy a picture which doesn’t look like me and disappoint him when he sees me later? What if he reacts” this is not girl I said yes to ,on seeing the pic?”
I am lost here. I am not going to share this pic. But I could put them on my facebook profile and title it as “honestly photo-shopped”?
As I am writing this, I have shared the pic on my wall. Likes anyone?