MIDWAY: Celebrity mum
Going out with a celebrity isn’t an easy task. Though I rarely go out with mum, who happens to be a TV artist, sometimes I like to give it a go. As we walk down New Road or Durbarmarg, I feel uncomfortable among those hundred pairs of eyes staring at us.
Starring on TV is one thing and spending quality time with the family is another. Through mum’s hectic schedule she roughly manages a couple of days a week to spend with us. During this time we either go to a restaurant or for shopping.
But not very long before we have done a bit of window-shopping, a fellow turns up and throws a volley of questions: I think I’ve seen you on TV. I like your show very much. What’s going to happen in the next episode? Where do you live? etc. etc. Poor fellow unwillingly stops to catch some breath, as I get a bit nervy with his queries.
Nepali TV shows, too, have started managing a large viewership these days. People get curious to figure out who that person could probably be. So characters don’t go unrecognised on the streets. In fact, they’re easily recognisable amid the crowd and actors who don’t wish to be bothered to have a tough time struggling through the stormy interrogation session.
So inquisitive eyes are fixed towards the next step we would take. I don’t like being stared at, neither does mum. But the crowd doesn’t identify TV actors and their family members as normal human beings. We, too, live simple lives just the way they do. Once a taxi driver let mum go without paying the fare because he’d liked her show and a beautician offered her a free treatment because she was a great fan of hers.
Being famous doesn’t call for being disturbed every time you venture out. People don’t realise that a career on the telly is just like having a nine-to-five job.
Millions watch TV and recognise the actors. But it’s very distressing when people ask personal questions like dad’s profession or the number of children mum has. I remember a funny incident when a lady criticised mum for her negative role in a serial. People don’t know me so it’s fine. But sometimes I feel pleasantly cheesed off to hear people talking behind our backs: “Look at that guy with her; must be her son.”