Getting on the weighing scales?
Getting up the next morning to go to school, work or to drop children off to school?
I'd say all of the above, but NONE of the above are as hard as the one I struggle with the most. It's
picking the perfect picture to post on facebook. A picture that shows all of us looking our best at the same time, in the same shot. It's almost impossible.
So long and arduous has been this quest that I recently updated my fb cover photo( with a family shot) after more than two years.
It's all my fault. Really. I make the most fuss about how I look in photos. My family and friends know this.
You see, my idea of what I look like and the camera's idea of what I look like do not coincide.
For a good decade, I hid behind my Vitiligo patches to avoid being clicked sans camouflage. This could be make-up, long sleeves, turtle necks or scarves or night shots in dark corners. Now that I'm out of my closet, I create the fuss before and during and after the photo has been clicked on account of my prosperous physique (hum khatee peete ghar se hain bhai, kya karen?) My body subscribes to the Punjabi notion of being 'healthy'.
This is what goes on inside my brain when I'm about to be shot: the bossy little voice takes over...
Don't grin too wide-- it shows your creases. Suck in that lower belly, suck it IN I say...suck it in till you can't breathe. Oh! shoot! that makes you look like a rooster who's about to cock-a -doodle-doo. Okay, let out a bit of that air but hold onto that udyana bandha for your sake. Oh! And turn, stand at an angle...remember that's how all the women you know stand in all the group shots these days? And what about that chin? Should it be up or down? What did that article say? And look at the camera...not the sky. Oh! I give up...hang on, pop those shades on...you know they're a God send.
'I tried.' whimpers my bossy little voice. 'I give up!'
While this battle is raging inside my head, my children are informing me that the camera is NOT in the direction I'm trying to half-grin at. Aaaahhh!!! At moments like these, I feel that models deserve every penny they get for posing.
BUT, hang on...there are non-model friends of mine who can pull off a pose or a selfie before you can say 'cl' of click with such ease and aplomb that I can't help but admire their grace and poise.
How do they do it?
'It's easy.' said Sukku (a pro at getting clicked) while we were camping in Bedni in June . 'Turn your shoulder like this, jut out a hip like this, throw your head back and pose. simple.'
You have to see how quickly and effortlessly she strikes a pose-- every time!
A dear friend tried to follow her advice recently. The result made us all roll on the floor with laughter,
My conclusion, therefore, is that some of us are just born with it. I'm not one of them.
That is why, being behind the camera is so much more fun and fulfilling for me than being in front of it.
A quick and short escape to Cyprus a few days ago gave us that elusive family photo-- yes, I have my shades on! Laugh, if you must. I'm a vain Jain.
Doors, walls and windows have no such vanity issues. They are perfect subjects and when the light is Mediterranean, the blues blow you away with their brilliance. And the doors don't shy away from extreme close-ups, either.
Doors and streets of Omodos.
The blue walls of Lefkara Museum (in Pano Lefkara) made a hot afternoon cool.
The sun peeks through shutters, lace,
And the sky begin?
Why are all the walls blue?
If you are planning a trip to Cyprus, a visit to this beautifully curated museum will make you very happy.
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Cyprus is beautiful, no doubt. But, the MOST precious part of Cyprus is its people and their hospitality. More about them and their warm hearts and their delicious food in the next post.
Have a wonderful weekend.
And admire the blue around you.