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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: "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: "...

*How a Rookie Photographer Learned That “Travel Arranged by Client” Can Mean Anything* Industrial photography is a field where surprises lurk around every corner. You sign up for a shoot but end up collecting stories—free of cost, non-returnable, lifetime warranty. Yet nothing, absolutely nothing, prepared me for what happened in the summer of 1984. Industrial photography stories India Back then, I was a rookie industrial and advertising photographer, fresh in the game, driven by ambition, caffeine, and the foolish optimism that I could handle anything. Every assignment felt like a ticket to fame, fortune, and maybe even a magazine cover someday. So when a reputed cement plant owner called—complete with a baritone voice that could shake a Dictaphone—I stood straighter. Behind the scenes photography “Confirmed,” he said. “Travel arranged. We’ll take you 250 kilometers to the plant and drop you back. Don’t worry.” And in my head? Oh, I worried… in a good way. I had already imagined a shi...