There are so many incidences when we run into photographers and just get ready to kill them! Their so-called eye for detail and the skill to disturb the most intimate moments seems to be inborn. I have had one-to-many words with photographers and each experience just leaves me wishing I can kill them.

The first murderous instinct came-up during V’s engagement party and she had a hard time explaining that she is not interested in his “artistic” abilities like adding weird graphics and images thrown in between. All she wanted was a record of events as it was. She was not going to pose with her saree spread out around her and shy and coy just for the pictures! We’ll we just chalked it down to one crazy photographer and were ready move on!

And then happened this incidence, not-so-newly-wed after 5 full days of being married, V and R decked up and smiled to strangers for their wedding reception. If you have ever been to an wedding reception, you would notice, that the only activity there is strangers going up, giving gifts to the couple and posing for pictures. Seems harmless enough but if you are the couple being congratulated you just need a break. So during V and R’s engagement party, as the crowd drifted on and off, the photographer tried his best to document moments. And for some reason, he could not cover the whole stage and he decided if V and R scooted closer to each other the pictures would be perfect. Well, thrown in two couples sharing the same stage, some over-sized uncomfortable, red velvet and silver colored chairs (I bet you have seen them at marriage halls around), a wave of well-wishers, some over-sized gift boxes, shredding garlands of flowers and cute kids hanging around, the place is a mess. The migraine creeping in, the heels taking sweet revenge on the poor feet, the incessant smiling, trying to remember names and faces and sweating in the kanchipuram saree all just adds to the ambiance. The photographer, just concentrating on his job kept on telling us to move closer, turn left, turn right and went ahead to comment that the couple had a fight and did not want to be “close” together. And yes, I lost it then and the poor photographer made sure he was on my good books for the next couple of days for HS’s wedding.