He’s one of TV’s favourite patriarchal figures. Sift through the TV channels at prime time on any night and you’re likely to come across Saife Hassan.
He may be the woebegone father besieged by the troubles of the world, or the spineless father-in-law, hopelessly peering from behind his newspaper while the women in the house raise hell. He’ll cry, protest and harrumph with great conviction, but I have often wondered if Saife gets tired of playing the father figure countless times on TV.
This is one of the very first questions that I ask him. He laughs. “I don’t mind. I’m just enjoying being in front of the camera.”