The room was fairly big, but Mr. Mangeskar did not look impressive at all – very thin, middle-aged person with prominent rough beard on his face who was wearing a red T-shirt and three quarter pants covering till his knees.
Mr. Mangeskar looked directly at me for some moments and I felt so very odd standing like while he inspected my figure - very openly.
Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm… What’s your name?
Me: Anee…I mean Anita.
Mr. Mangeskar: Age?
I had never encountered such a clumsy situation (at least at grownup age) with a totally stranger asking me my age as the very second question!
Me: Twenty… I mean. 28.
Mr. Mangeskar: And what are your stats? (He asked me looking at my taut sari-covered breasts)
Me: Err… what?
I could not get him at first go.
Mr. Mangeskar: What sort of actress is this Mr. Pyaremohan?
His voice was cold and stern and clearly reflected that he was irritated by my fumbling.
Pyaremohan: Arre she has traveled some distance… give her some time to breathe! Madam, tell him your vital statistics? I have her breast size… its 34.
My ears immediately started to get heated and I could well realize that my throat was drying up! I lowered my eyelids by reflex action in natural feminine shame.
Mr. Mangeskar: Come one! What’s your name….. O! Anita!
Me: Twenty… I mean .. err… 28 and… and 36. I mean 34-28-36. (I had to gather all my mental strength to tell that)
Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm… you look pretty full! Now listen I needed a younger model for this ad, but since Pyaremohan-ji requested, I will go ahead with you. Where else have you acted?
Me: Umm… in drum… I mean in dramas.
Mr. Mangeskar: Dramas! That means on stage only?
Pyaremohan: No, no. She acted in a few small ads also. She is quite familiar with this type. Tell him Madam. Tell him.
The shopkeeper was trying his best to cover me up.
Me: Yes, yes. I acted in err… 2-3 ads.
Mr. Mangeskar: What product?
I was puzzled and looked blankly to Mr. Pyaremohan who was again ready to “save” me!
Pyaremohan: Soaps… soaps you know and….
Mr. Mangeskar: And?
Pyaremohan: And… umm… undergarments…. undergarments!
My lips automatically parted to protest, but I had to control myself as per the demand of the situation. That nitwit shopkeeper! Could he not say anything else other than that!
U-n-d-e-r-g-a-r-m-e-n-t-s! Hai daiya!
Mr. Mangeskar: (now looking at my eyes) Okay that’s good to know. What did you have to do in the soap ad?
This question was indeed directed to me and I had to reply something.
Me: I… I acted in that… I mean I soaped my body.
I was really getting very nervous replying to this man. His voice was cold as steel and questions too direct for a housewife like me!
Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm. Hmm. Whole body or only your hands and shoulders?
I licked my lips once because I could realize I was getting cornered. My face was all red and my body very stiff.
Me: Haa… haa… I mean hands and sho… sho… shoulders only.
Mr. Mangeskar: No showers?
Me: (I was trying to remember the soap ads that I see on TV and construct my replies) Yes, yes… shower was there.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, so you soaped yourself standing under the shower and they canned you? Right?
Me: Yes, yes. (I replied without much thinking trying to end the conversation)
Mr. Mangeskar: That’s good, because you have a similar situation here also! By the way, are you aware of what you need to do here?
Pyaremohan: Yes, yes, Madam is aware, but actually I did not get the time to detail her.
Mr. Mangeskar: Huh! You seem to be always so busy Pyaremohan-ji! Anyway, I will brief you Anita. See, as you know this is a chaddi- baniyan ad, the presentation has to be spicy. We must create an urge in male customers to buy this Parineeta Store brand and for that the ad has to be designed and presented in a titillating way, you know!
I was already on the “low” hearing that it was a chaddi-baniyan (=vest and brief) ad. I thanked my fortune and smiled to myself that it was not a female undergarment ad!
Pyaremohan: If you can do it a bit quickly… her…
Mr. Mangeskar: (looking at the shopkeeper very strongly) Then hire someone else and leave me! Sala kaha kaha se chale aate hain! I have my own pace and you both must abide by that! Clear?
I tried to rescue the shopkeeper who was in fact saying to speed up only for me knowing that Mama-ji and Uncle were waiting downstairs.
Me: Okay, okay. Please don’t be angry…
Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm.. Yes, as I was saying, what I plan for is a **** sequence where you are the heroine and you are being harassed. The hero comes and rescues you. The hero will be dressed in chaddi and baniyan, which would signify he-man-ship and advertise for this brand. Clear?
I nodded, but was wondering what the director actually meant by “rape sequence” though I was somewhat assured when he used the word “harassed”. I thought I dare not ask a question and get a scolding and decided to follow the instructions of the director to get over this episode as quickly as possible.
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"A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?"
Mr. Mangeskar: You wear this and get ready quickly.
Saying that he handed over a lungi to Mr. Pyaremohan and then turned towards me.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, let me detail you the scene – you are a housewife and he is a servant. Okay?
He? Mr. Pyaremohan? A servant with such an obese figure? I could not just control a smile hearing this.
Mr. Mangeskar: I chose him as the servant because his body will amuse most people you know.
Me: True. (I was still smiling)
Mr. Mangeskar: You will be taking a bath in that toilet (he indicated to the attached bath) and your servant would act like a peeing Tom. Okay?
I nodded though naturally was getting apprehensive about the “bath”.
Mr. Mangeskar: He naturally gets excited seeing you and ultimately breaks inside the toilet and attacks you. Okay? You flee to this room and some hustle and bustle between you and Pyaremohan-ji would take place on that sofa. Okay? Then the hero enters the scene fights the bad man and rescues you with a happy ending. That’s all? Clear?
Me: Ye… yes, but who is the hero?
Mr. Mangeskar: (with a shy smile) Me of course!
Me: W-h-a-t?
Mr. Mangeskar: That would create the humorous part naaa… He is so fat and I am so thin… apart from that comical angle, the message would also be delivered that even a frail man like me turns a He-man if he wears this brand of chaddi and baniyan.
Me: Hmm…
I appreciated the whole idea of this director in my mind though was extremely nervous about what I actually need to deliver.
Mr. Mangeskar: Here goes your costume Anita! (he handed me over a white petticoat and a white blouse).
Pyaremohan: You can change in the toilet Madam.
Me: No sa… I mean no sari?
Mr. Mangeskar: Come on! Are you new to acting? How can you wear a sari while taking a bath?
I did not argue any more and hurried inside the toilet, but several questions started to bother me now as I closed the toilet door.
- this blouse looks so transparent and also white in color, what would happen to it when it gets wet?
- what will happen when Mr. Pyaremohan breaks into the toilet? What he will try to do to me?
- what “hustle and bustle” did the director mean that would take place on the sofa?
Instead of bothering too much on that, I thought that I had to be very cautious not to unnecessarily expose or allow too much of touching and grabbing during the shoot.
After I got into my shooting costume, I got out of the toilet. I was clad in a white blouse and petticoat only. No sari. Though I felt hesitant, but thankfully the blouse was adequately covering my breasts though naturally my mammaries remained protruded quite indecently converging male attentions
Mr. Mangeskar: Bah! You look perfect Anita.
The director was looking at my jutting out fully developed tits, which looked quite handsomely appealing not being covered by a sari.
Mr. Mangeskar: You have a good eye Pyaremohan-ji, he he he! She has an excellent figure even after marriage.
Pyaremohan: Thanks Mr. Mangeskar!
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, I hope you are wearing your inners…
Even a blind man could see that I was wearing a bra, such was the transparency of that white blouse and obviously I was wearing a panty!
I just nodded.
Mr. Mangeskar: And under your petticoat?
Me: Yes obviously!
I obviously sounded extremely shameless!
Mr. Mangeskar: Fine. Let me clear this to you both that I want absolutely natural expressions on your faces when you act. So forget all other things and concentrate only on the shoot. Okay?
The director was ready with a movie camera! Mr. Pyaremohan looked horrible clad only in the lungi. His bare chest and belly looked so odd!
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, I will position myself within the toilet. You will open the shower and stand below it. Okay?
I nodded and followed him into the bathroom. I stood under the shower and the director was very close to me with his camera. Mr. Pyaremohan closed the door and remained outside of the toilet. Naturally I was feeling rather tight with this unknown male in this small toilet.
Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t be stiff Anita! Relax… Imagine that you are alone – as if you are in your home toilet. Ignore my presence….
I tried to relax, but obviously was unsuccessful.
Mr. Mangeskar: Let me tell you what you need to do after opening the shower. You start washing your face first, then rinse your hands and then come to your breasts. Okay Anita?
Me: O… okay.
Mr. Mangeskar: Open the shower.
I switched on the shower and water started falling on my body. Thankfully the water flow was not very heavy, but the coldness of the water made me shiver and I felt so, so odd getting wet with a man standing on my nose! I started wiping my face first.
Mr. Mangeskar: Do it gently so that I can take a good view of your face.
Though I washed my face, I could jolly well feel that the water trickled through my hands and elbows onto my breasts and were soaking my blouse and bra.
Mr. Mangeskar: Great….now your hands….slowly!
I followed his instruction and now as I stretched my hands water was pouring directly on my mammaries and I was getting fully wet now. As I was looking down I could see my white brassiere getting very prominent through the blouse and I quickly tried to cover myself by angling my elbow.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, Anita, now rub your breasts slowly with both hands.
As I took my hands to my tight boob flesh, my face was getting flushed in embarrassment. I started rubbing my own breasts as the shower water continued to soak me. My cleavage was now prominently visible to the director, as my blouse had slipped down a bit being wet and heavy. Thank God! I could not see his eyes as he was looking into the camera, otherwise it would have been very, very embarrassing for me.
Mr. Mangeskar looked directly at me for some moments and I felt so very odd standing like while he inspected my figure - very openly.
Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm… What’s your name?
Me: Anee…I mean Anita.
Mr. Mangeskar: Age?
I had never encountered such a clumsy situation (at least at grownup age) with a totally stranger asking me my age as the very second question!
Me: Twenty… I mean. 28.
Mr. Mangeskar: And what are your stats? (He asked me looking at my taut sari-covered breasts)
Me: Err… what?
I could not get him at first go.
Mr. Mangeskar: What sort of actress is this Mr. Pyaremohan?
His voice was cold and stern and clearly reflected that he was irritated by my fumbling.
Pyaremohan: Arre she has traveled some distance… give her some time to breathe! Madam, tell him your vital statistics? I have her breast size… its 34.
My ears immediately started to get heated and I could well realize that my throat was drying up! I lowered my eyelids by reflex action in natural feminine shame.
Mr. Mangeskar: Come one! What’s your name….. O! Anita!
Me: Twenty… I mean .. err… 28 and… and 36. I mean 34-28-36. (I had to gather all my mental strength to tell that)
Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm… you look pretty full! Now listen I needed a younger model for this ad, but since Pyaremohan-ji requested, I will go ahead with you. Where else have you acted?
Me: Umm… in drum… I mean in dramas.
Mr. Mangeskar: Dramas! That means on stage only?
Pyaremohan: No, no. She acted in a few small ads also. She is quite familiar with this type. Tell him Madam. Tell him.
The shopkeeper was trying his best to cover me up.
Me: Yes, yes. I acted in err… 2-3 ads.
Mr. Mangeskar: What product?
I was puzzled and looked blankly to Mr. Pyaremohan who was again ready to “save” me!
Pyaremohan: Soaps… soaps you know and….
Mr. Mangeskar: And?
Pyaremohan: And… umm… undergarments…. undergarments!
My lips automatically parted to protest, but I had to control myself as per the demand of the situation. That nitwit shopkeeper! Could he not say anything else other than that!
U-n-d-e-r-g-a-r-m-e-n-t-s! Hai daiya!
Mr. Mangeskar: (now looking at my eyes) Okay that’s good to know. What did you have to do in the soap ad?
This question was indeed directed to me and I had to reply something.
Me: I… I acted in that… I mean I soaped my body.
I was really getting very nervous replying to this man. His voice was cold as steel and questions too direct for a housewife like me!
Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm. Hmm. Whole body or only your hands and shoulders?
I licked my lips once because I could realize I was getting cornered. My face was all red and my body very stiff.
Me: Haa… haa… I mean hands and sho… sho… shoulders only.
Mr. Mangeskar: No showers?
Me: (I was trying to remember the soap ads that I see on TV and construct my replies) Yes, yes… shower was there.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, so you soaped yourself standing under the shower and they canned you? Right?
Me: Yes, yes. (I replied without much thinking trying to end the conversation)
Mr. Mangeskar: That’s good, because you have a similar situation here also! By the way, are you aware of what you need to do here?
Pyaremohan: Yes, yes, Madam is aware, but actually I did not get the time to detail her.
Mr. Mangeskar: Huh! You seem to be always so busy Pyaremohan-ji! Anyway, I will brief you Anita. See, as you know this is a chaddi- baniyan ad, the presentation has to be spicy. We must create an urge in male customers to buy this Parineeta Store brand and for that the ad has to be designed and presented in a titillating way, you know!
I was already on the “low” hearing that it was a chaddi-baniyan (=vest and brief) ad. I thanked my fortune and smiled to myself that it was not a female undergarment ad!
Pyaremohan: If you can do it a bit quickly… her…
Mr. Mangeskar: (looking at the shopkeeper very strongly) Then hire someone else and leave me! Sala kaha kaha se chale aate hain! I have my own pace and you both must abide by that! Clear?
I tried to rescue the shopkeeper who was in fact saying to speed up only for me knowing that Mama-ji and Uncle were waiting downstairs.
Me: Okay, okay. Please don’t be angry…
Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm.. Yes, as I was saying, what I plan for is a **** sequence where you are the heroine and you are being harassed. The hero comes and rescues you. The hero will be dressed in chaddi and baniyan, which would signify he-man-ship and advertise for this brand. Clear?
I nodded, but was wondering what the director actually meant by “rape sequence” though I was somewhat assured when he used the word “harassed”. I thought I dare not ask a question and get a scolding and decided to follow the instructions of the director to get over this episode as quickly as possible.
__________________
"A question that sometimes drives me hazy: am I or are the others crazy?"
Mr. Mangeskar: You wear this and get ready quickly.
Saying that he handed over a lungi to Mr. Pyaremohan and then turned towards me.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, let me detail you the scene – you are a housewife and he is a servant. Okay?
He? Mr. Pyaremohan? A servant with such an obese figure? I could not just control a smile hearing this.
Mr. Mangeskar: I chose him as the servant because his body will amuse most people you know.
Me: True. (I was still smiling)
Mr. Mangeskar: You will be taking a bath in that toilet (he indicated to the attached bath) and your servant would act like a peeing Tom. Okay?
I nodded though naturally was getting apprehensive about the “bath”.
Mr. Mangeskar: He naturally gets excited seeing you and ultimately breaks inside the toilet and attacks you. Okay? You flee to this room and some hustle and bustle between you and Pyaremohan-ji would take place on that sofa. Okay? Then the hero enters the scene fights the bad man and rescues you with a happy ending. That’s all? Clear?
Me: Ye… yes, but who is the hero?
Mr. Mangeskar: (with a shy smile) Me of course!
Me: W-h-a-t?
Mr. Mangeskar: That would create the humorous part naaa… He is so fat and I am so thin… apart from that comical angle, the message would also be delivered that even a frail man like me turns a He-man if he wears this brand of chaddi and baniyan.
Me: Hmm…
I appreciated the whole idea of this director in my mind though was extremely nervous about what I actually need to deliver.
Mr. Mangeskar: Here goes your costume Anita! (he handed me over a white petticoat and a white blouse).
Pyaremohan: You can change in the toilet Madam.
Me: No sa… I mean no sari?
Mr. Mangeskar: Come on! Are you new to acting? How can you wear a sari while taking a bath?
I did not argue any more and hurried inside the toilet, but several questions started to bother me now as I closed the toilet door.
- this blouse looks so transparent and also white in color, what would happen to it when it gets wet?
- what will happen when Mr. Pyaremohan breaks into the toilet? What he will try to do to me?
- what “hustle and bustle” did the director mean that would take place on the sofa?
Instead of bothering too much on that, I thought that I had to be very cautious not to unnecessarily expose or allow too much of touching and grabbing during the shoot.
After I got into my shooting costume, I got out of the toilet. I was clad in a white blouse and petticoat only. No sari. Though I felt hesitant, but thankfully the blouse was adequately covering my breasts though naturally my mammaries remained protruded quite indecently converging male attentions
Mr. Mangeskar: Bah! You look perfect Anita.
The director was looking at my jutting out fully developed tits, which looked quite handsomely appealing not being covered by a sari.
Mr. Mangeskar: You have a good eye Pyaremohan-ji, he he he! She has an excellent figure even after marriage.
Pyaremohan: Thanks Mr. Mangeskar!
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, I hope you are wearing your inners…
Even a blind man could see that I was wearing a bra, such was the transparency of that white blouse and obviously I was wearing a panty!
I just nodded.
Mr. Mangeskar: And under your petticoat?
Me: Yes obviously!
I obviously sounded extremely shameless!
Mr. Mangeskar: Fine. Let me clear this to you both that I want absolutely natural expressions on your faces when you act. So forget all other things and concentrate only on the shoot. Okay?
The director was ready with a movie camera! Mr. Pyaremohan looked horrible clad only in the lungi. His bare chest and belly looked so odd!
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, I will position myself within the toilet. You will open the shower and stand below it. Okay?
I nodded and followed him into the bathroom. I stood under the shower and the director was very close to me with his camera. Mr. Pyaremohan closed the door and remained outside of the toilet. Naturally I was feeling rather tight with this unknown male in this small toilet.
Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t be stiff Anita! Relax… Imagine that you are alone – as if you are in your home toilet. Ignore my presence….
I tried to relax, but obviously was unsuccessful.
Mr. Mangeskar: Let me tell you what you need to do after opening the shower. You start washing your face first, then rinse your hands and then come to your breasts. Okay Anita?
Me: O… okay.
Mr. Mangeskar: Open the shower.
I switched on the shower and water started falling on my body. Thankfully the water flow was not very heavy, but the coldness of the water made me shiver and I felt so, so odd getting wet with a man standing on my nose! I started wiping my face first.
Mr. Mangeskar: Do it gently so that I can take a good view of your face.
Though I washed my face, I could jolly well feel that the water trickled through my hands and elbows onto my breasts and were soaking my blouse and bra.
Mr. Mangeskar: Great….now your hands….slowly!
I followed his instruction and now as I stretched my hands water was pouring directly on my mammaries and I was getting fully wet now. As I was looking down I could see my white brassiere getting very prominent through the blouse and I quickly tried to cover myself by angling my elbow.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, Anita, now rub your breasts slowly with both hands.
As I took my hands to my tight boob flesh, my face was getting flushed in embarrassment. I started rubbing my own breasts as the shower water continued to soak me. My cleavage was now prominently visible to the director, as my blouse had slipped down a bit being wet and heavy. Thank God! I could not see his eyes as he was looking into the camera, otherwise it would have been very, very embarrassing for me.
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