My Gullible Assistant: A Hilarious Factory Shoot in Bidar

My Gullible Assistant

Early in my career, I hired a fresh-faced assistant—a total newbie. After a couple of harmless studio shoots where he didn’t manage to set anything on fire (a good sign), I decided it was time to test him in the real world. So, off we went on a road trip to Bidar for a shoot at a telecom assembly unit.

Now, these telecom units require precision work—tiny components, delicate soldering, nimble fingers. Naturally, most of the workforce was women. As soon as my assistant saw the scene, he froze like he’d just spotted a UFO. His eyes widened, mouth slightly ajar, and then he gasped in true cinematic fashion:

Women assembling telecom components in a factory in Bidar with precision workstations

"Abbbaaa... aurataan factory chalaa re!"

I swear, me and the agency guy nearly rolled on the floor laughing. He looked at us confused, still processing the shock that women were not only present but running the show!

We somehow composed ourselves and continued the shoot. A little while later, my assistant leaned towards me and whispered seriously:

"Iska seth kahan hai, saab?"

(“Where’s the owner of this factory?”)

I replied casually, still smiling, “Hyderabad mein hote, office se control karte.”

Without missing a beat, he dramatically put his hand on his chest and muttered:

"Abbaaa... wahan se control karraa?! Jaadoo re jaadoo!"

(“He’s controlling it from there?! Pure magic, boss!”)

Photographer explaining remote factory control while assistant looks amazed and confused

At that point, I lost it. I was laughing so hard, I had to put the camera down and pause the shoot. Tears rolled down my cheeks—not from emotion, but from pure, uncontrollable hilarity.

Even today, when I narrate this tale to friends and family, they shake their heads and say:

“Bhai, tu kaunse audition se chunta re in logon ko? Full-time shoot ya full-time comedy?”

What can I say? In my line of work, assistants come with lights, camera, and accidental stand-up comedy included.

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👉 “More stories like this are part of my upcoming book Shutter, Chai, aur Biryani—where photography meets pure life masala.”

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