What do you think of, when you think “Model” ?. Is it a tall girl with cascading curls of lush hair, angular features, generous proportions, beguiling curves and a confident and gregarious personality ?. Then Ursala is it.
She was the latest target of Fahad Sheikh. He is the imbecile with questionable skills to even hold a mic (notice how he continually invades her personal space). He has taken over from Ali Abbas as the host of “11 Number”. A show where he runs around town, making fun of people’s clothes and gets away with it because it’s a TV show.
Ursala is modeling at a classic car show in Tricon Village, Lahore. She is attired in a clingy chocolate camisole top, acid washed pencil blue jeans with matching brown accents around the waistline. She is wearing sexy brown suede leather stiletto boots with sharp 4″ steel heels and a matching brown leather handbag. Quite the style diva.
Triumph, the international lingerie company took out a survey recently (no, I am not on their mailing list) and it turns out that women in Britain have the largest boobs (DD is average over there). One of the things that stand out about Ursala (which apparently she too is well aware of), are her boobs.
More than her pretty face with the adorable smile, the slim waist flaring out into deliciously rounded hips, the shapely derrier and lovely skin… it’s those large, round, firm boobs. Not carnival size big. But just enough to suck the oxygen from the men around her. At a time when most of the new Pakistani talent (models and actresses) has barely any use for bras (sigh), this model from Lahore is keeping hope alive with her beautiful C-cups.
She is wearing a bra that gathers together and flatters. The figure-hugging camisole accentuates her bust and waistline, that lie in different time zones. The delicate lace on the v-neck is designed to draw attention towards the cleavage, while the curves therein help hold it there. As you can see, once locked-in, Fahad’s eyes have a hard time moving any place else.
Ursala is teased and taunted in the usual manner, but she manages to turn the tables on her interviewer, who cuts it short and allows her to leave. But not before slyly checking her out from behind his large brown shades.
Well, can’t really blame the guy. The girl is packing serious heat. Here, femininity is exploding in a wondrous symphony of curves and curls, swells and flows, soft and supple, light and hues, sweetness and sass all in one delightful package. One really doesn’t have the option to look away from such dazzling fireworks.
The icing on the cake, aside from the sexy and stylish Ursala, is her personality (yes, there! I said it). Beauty, undoubtedly draws attention. But if there is nobody home, it isn’t much fun hanging around. She is confident of her looks (which is a turn-on), is bright, engaging, witty and fun with the rare ability to make the best of any situation. Like dweebs with sweaty palms who want to sit in her lap, while she’s standing up.
The compelling concept behind E.B. Rice’s 1912 Tarzan was not a story of some wino slumming in the woods. It was a cleverly packaged Eugenics ideal (Bio-Genetic Law had just been proposed) that a helpless child (of noble birth) could be introduced into a hostile environment, like an African jungle, and by virtue of his inherent traits and ability (his physiology, intellect, virility,etc) he could not only survive, but become the master of his domain. If you remember, there were plenty of blacks living in the same jungle with Tarzan and of course, they, were all getting their asses kicked.
So, what if you introduced an athletic, ambitious, headstrong girl with delectable Pakistani genes into the concrete jungles of Queens, New York ?. In Pakistan, like Krypton, most of her powers and abilities would be stultified and nagged-out of her before she even hit puberty. But a land where inalienable rights of life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness are (sorta, kinda) guaranteed for all (sorta, kinda), what might become of her ?.
Tehmeena Afzal, for one.
If you saw Tehmeena standing in the fields of Punjab, wearing a lehnga, bangles and some large earrings dangling from her ears, you would think “There goes another sassy mutiarun… I am never gonna know“. The long dark tresses, large almond-shaped eyes, distinctive nose and big juicy lips with a beguiling natural pout, will place her somewhere in the Pakistani heartland. Her features are decidedly eastern, just holding up better than most..
But outward appearances is where the similarities tend to end with her eastern sisters. It is after all understandable, growing up in the tough neighborhood of Queens, having to forge an identity separate from her emigrant parents. The choices she has made, the goals she is pursuing are as much a product of her environment, as herself. Where western culture has put more responsibilities and made her vulnerable by taking away the eastern family support structures, it has allowed her the space to exercise abilities and freedom to explore areas of her personality, which largely go untapped in the old country. It’s a trade-off that she thinks is worth it, having visited Pakistan a couple of times.
smooth: What are some of the things you want to achieve as a model ?. Tehmeena: I want to pave the way for women of my heritage to pursue things like modeling. Our culture is so old-fashioned and many look down on what I’m doing, but there’s a whole generation of women out there who don’t want to subscribe to that way of life.
Pakistani emigrants have no doubt proven their intellect and driving skills abroad. Good for them. However, you couldn’t place a bona fide Pakistani gal (Yasmeen Ghauri, Tiffany Taylor, they don’t count) who had even tried to establish herself as a mainstream beauty. There are plenty of beautiful, sexy Pakistani gals abroad, engaged in all sorts of professions and trades. But for reasons known to us all, few have demonstrated the ability, ambition and chutzpah, to openly vie for a spot in the glamor industry. And no one has dared lay a claim to the mantle of “sex symbol”. That is, before Tehmeena came along.
smooth: Do you get any backlash from people in your culture ? Tehmeena: I get a lot of backlash. I get people from Pakistan and other Muslims saying I’m going to be punished for what I’m doing, but I don’t think it’s a bad thing at all. I want to show girls that you can come from that culture and still do this. smooth: What gave you the courage to step outside of tradition and give modeling a try ?. Tehmeena: I’ve always been a rebellious person. Usually, I do whatever my parents tell me not to do. A lot of it has to do with wanting to prove people wrong. If you tell me I can’t do something, I’m going to go out of my way to show you that I won’t be limited.
At a time when Pakistanis are introducing themselves as “indians” in foreign shores to make their lives easier —to stand up to in-house fatwas and face the majority’s drum beat of prejudice and hate outside— takes extraordinary strength of character, determination and belief in one’s self. For most Pakistani men, a woman with sex-appeal (sluuu-t!), while quite helpful in private, must be seen to be flogged, in public. As I type this down, a deranged gorilla has gunned down the governor of Punjab for coming to the aid of a woman being threatened by lynch mobs.
So who will save us from this vaunted ignorance and celebrated hypocrisy, that is literally crushing body & soul of the Pakistani woman ?. It so happens that Tehmeena was made to order for just this sort of a trail-blazing, pioneer woman. In every interview she makes it a point to refer to her Pakistani heritage. It might (and must have) shut some doors in her face, but that’s the risk she is willing to hazard. In a hostile environment, instead of ducking for cover (pun alert!), she has laid it all bare; boots, roots and all.
While the right will forecast fire and brimstone, the far left will cast this as another case of objectification of women. The old patriarchal plan to confine women’s role in society as either a whore or a madonna. Using women’s bodies as a commodity, exploiting them, for profit. Now these are all legitimate concerns, but they do not (seem to) apply in this case.
Modeling is not an end in itself for Tehmeena, but a means to an end. She is principally an entrepreneur at-heart, with a steady day job. She intends to use name-recognition and money from her modeling career to finance her personal business ventures (sports bar, club and/or a car dealership). Secondly, as long as a woman is in control of what happens to her body and has the freedom to make those choices without any outside coercion, no one can take advantage of her. Isn’t this what the women’s movement and sexual liberation was all about ?. Individual choice. And if a woman, who is beautiful and sexy, spends time, money and effort in looking that way, decides to use her feminine viles to get her way, would she be unique in that way ?.
Tehmeena had reached milestones before she entered modeling. She was an all-state high school softball pitcher who recieved the Pegasus award and a full scholarship to college. She graduated with a degree in Fine Art/Graphics from the New York Institute of Technology. Somewhere between that and now working full-time for Nissan, at their largest dealership, she was also a rap artist and was recognized by her peers in the music industry for making mixed-tapes. Her private website (mixflavas.com) won back-to-back first place awards. She is also a doting mom to her 5 year old son. This is a multi-tasking, multi-dimensional woman.
And while I may not agree with all of her decisions (eg: tattoos) and choices (eg: rap music), she is smart enough to admit that neither of those agree much with her personality today. Come to think of it, those tats do add a certain color and spice, and just the right amount of danger to the landscape. Who knows what manner of ink or metal, still awaits discovery.
For a 27 year old working single mother, she is in simply unbelievable shape. Aside from the enhanced boobs (that are very well done, btw), she has a tiny, taut waistline and a mouth-watering, head-spinning, breath-taking, eye-popping (I could go on all night here) derrière with flaring hips to match. Her legs are also holding up nicely. Not an ounce of extra flesh anywhere. Just round, supple, glorious curves everywhere.
Her natural tan is a natural turn-on, especially for a desi who is himself blessed with one. The golden brown color is nature’s way of telling you, “I am done. Eat me!”. To hold ‘n caress, to nibble ‘n kiss, to love ‘n cherish, to inhale ‘n devour every sweet morsel… hamara nusbulain. While pale skin adorned with blue spider veins, redheads, blonds are all beautiful curiosities in their own right, I declare, that we desis have a natural affinity for someone from our own clan.
We know this olive and brown skin. We own it. We see it all day. We think we know something about it. How it works. How it feels to the touch, tastes in our mouth and smells when we inhale it in. How others see it on us and react to it. The wrinkle of brown skin at the elbows and around the knees. The strategic areas of light hills and dark crevices. The distinctive wavy bands of stretch marks that inevitably appear over the bust, underneath the belly, back of the thighs and around the hips. Scars from battles won and lost, with weight. Each day must start with a salute to those struggles –a series of reverential butterfly kisses, tracing the length and breadth of her.
These traits are peculiar to us. They brand us, as one. Every time your eyes and mouth feast upon them, your hands run over them, it’s a kind of self-affirmation and self-love. Your partner becomes a sort of extension of you. It’s the most satisfying and selfish kind of love —that you can practice with someone else in the bed. And thus the natural bonding. Not saying that you can’t have mind-blowing sex with a blond, but would it be as gratifying, as with an equally hot desi ?. Would post-coital bliss be as meaningful ?. The answer probably depends on how much of a desi lives in you.
Honey-glazed Tehmeena in shiny, stretchy, lacy, bare-ly there outfits: it’s like your favorite treat, tied with ribbons and ruffles, laid out for your pleasure. As you might have guessed, Tehmeena is not shy about expressing her likes and dislikes. From what kind of men turn her on, to what goes on in her boudoir and better yet, in her mind. Her attitude towards women, beauty and sexuality closely mirror yours truly, which is quite refreshing. More reason to keep hope alive.
smooth: You sound busy. Do you get out much ?. Tehmeena: I really don’t go out as much as I would like to. I pretty much work seven days a week. When I’m not selling cars I’m trying to schedule a photo shoot or a video. When I do go out, I usually go to the strip club with my man or a bunch of guys from work. I always have a great time but I usually get more attention from the girls than the guys do.
smooth: What do you like about the strip clubs ?. Tehmeena: I like to see my man admiring other women, but he still goes home with me. I know it sounds twisted but it’s a turn-on for me. Besides, I think women are beautiful, and I like to support those hard-working women because I know stripping is not an easy thing to do.
smooth: Do you think you could ever be a stripper ?. Tehmeena: I’ve actually had a lot of people ask me if I was a stripper, but I don’t think I could ever do what they do. I’m way too shy to be out there with everything hanging out. I really take my hat off to those girls.
smooth: Have you ever stripped for your man ?. Tehmeena: I’ve never done that for him, but now that you bring it up, I will definitely give it a try. I’m sure he won’t have any objections to that.
smooth: On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate your sex drive ?. Tehmeena: I would say it’s about 15! My sex drive is insane. I have to have it at least once a day. Sometimes it gets to a point where my man has to tell me he needs a break.
smooth: How often is sex on your mind ?. Tehmeena: Sex is always on my mind. When I wake up. after I take a shower, on my way to work… I think about sex every hour and a half at least.
smooth: What’s the best time of day to have sex ?. Tehmeena: Any time is a great time to have sex, but I love to do it in the morning because it’s a great way to start the day. I usually can’t wait to do it again when I get home.
smooth: What’s the wildest sexual experience you ever had ?. Tehmeena: The wildest experience I ever had was on a beach at night with a security guard watching us. He tried to make it seem like he was there to protect us but I know he was there to get his rocks off. We ended up paying him money to leave.
smooth: What’s something you would like to try ?. Tehmeena: I want to have sex in a really public place where people could spot us at any time. I like being the center of attention, so that would be a rush!
smooth: Have you ever filmed yourself having sex ?. Tehmeena: Yes, I have. Me and my man often go back and watch it to critique our performances. It turns us on.
smooth: Are you into porn ?. Tehmeena: I didn’t become interested in porn until recently. It’s like I’ve discovered a whole new world! it’s a great way to get things started in the bedroom.
smooth: What’s your best sexual talent ?. Tehmeena: My boyfriend would say getting bent over. I think my endurance is my talent. I can have sex for days. I’m very sexually athletic!
smooth: How are your oral skills ?. Tehmeena: They are great! I love giving oral sex more than I like receiving it. I like being in control of how good I can make my man feel.
smooth: Describe your favorite sexual fantasy ?. Tehmeena: I would like to have sex on the roof of a building in Times Square in the middle of the day. That would be hot!
Ironically, her oppressed and socially conservative sisters in the east are far ahead of her on this score, having christened numerous net cafes, restaurants and even the Quaid’s mausoleum, among other things. One is obligated to pay homage to such an all-around beauty and some changes in the banner of this blog are therefore, imminent.
Here is another intimate interview of Tehmina where she explains why she should be in Playboy, followed by her contact information, recent credits, picture galleries and some notable videos. All credit for these goes to the concerned quarters who have done such a great job in bringing her home, to us.
2000 – Awarded Pegasus Award for Female Athlete
2000 – Recieved full athletic scholarship to NYIT (New York Institute of Technology)
2004 – Graduated NYIT with a Bachelors in Fine Arts / Graphic Design
2006 – Awarded Mixtape Website of the Year for the Southern Entertainment Awards
2006 – Became a member of The Core Models
2007 – Awarded Mixtape Website of the Year for the Southern Entertainment Awards
2007 – Batchelor Magazine – Featured as one of the 20 Sexiest Women of the year
2009 – The Dream ft Rick Ross, Juelz Santana, Ludacris – Rockin’ That Thing (Remix) Video
2009 – King Magazine Online – Web Girl of the Week
2009 – Featured on Showgirlzexclusive.com
2009 – 50 Cent – Okay, You’re Right Video
2009 – G-Unit – I’ll Do Anything Video
2009 – Grafh – Call Me Up Video
2009 – Trav – Ride The Wave Video
2009 – Smooth Girl Magazine #19 – The Flavors Issue
2009 – Vblazin Magazine #5 on Hot 100 of 2009 List
2010 – Awarded Impact Model of the Year for the Southern Entertainment Awards
2010 – Show Magazine Black Lingerie Issue #10
2010 – Thisis50.com – Featured on Tastycake Tuesdays
2010 – Dimepiece Magazine
2010 – Hip Hop Weekly Magazine Web Chick
2010 – Phar City ft. Range – Part Time Lover Video
2010 – Fat Joe ft. Jeezy – Ha Ha (Slow Down) Video
2010 – Show Magazine East Issue #18
The following caps were taken on Eid, November 2009. Naveen Naqvi chose to wear a delightful mauve knit top with a deep scoop neck and dark gray pants. The top is gathered over her bust line and drops downwards. It is sufficiently diaphanous to allow a fairly clear view of her mammoth proportions and incredible cleavage. The sharp edge of her bra cups, gives way to miles of liberated mouth-watering curves. With her dusky skin, sharp features, cascading lush hair and commanding presence, she resembles more an Aztech Warrior Queen, than DAWN’s morning show host.
The word “Naveen” is from ancient Sanskrit which means “new”. Naveen Naqvi however, has been around for awhile. The buxom beauty is of Amazon class with legs that go on forever. From what we have seen of her, she is sophisticated, hard working and serious about her work. In her interview, she claims to have spent her formative years enrolled in the American International School in Saudi Arabia. Upon her return to Karachi, she did her O’Levels from the Centre of Advanced Studies and A’Levels from good ol’ Lyceum, the playpen for the rich and bored.
After giving modeling a try, she joined NBC News. After 9/11 they wanted a footprint in the area. A scenic backdrop of ‘hajis’ against which they could stand and broadcast their anti-Islamic propaganda. Naveen was hired to look after their logistics and equipment. It’s like Jang Akhbar going to New York and hiring Karolina Kurkova as their chota. But at least the Americans paid her money for services rendered. In modeling, according to Naveen, they gave her the runaround until she would break down and cry –but no dinar.
After her stint with NBC she went to New York and spent two years writing a book. It’s about a girl who grows up in Saudi Arabia and Karachi, who is searching for her identity and battling the evil patriarchal society (The Man) who is trying to keep her down. She insists it’s not an autobiography.
After departing from DAWN News on January 2010, she disappeared from the public eye, only to appear online. She now has her own blog at NaveenNaqvi.Com. She sometimes writes articles for the Huffington Post blog and has taken up with local female ‘web-activists’ who are championing the cause of women in Pakistan. Her particular area of concern is sexual abuse, incest, rape, etc. In a recent public appearances, she claims to have suffered sexual abuse as a child.
Video of Naveen Naqvi with Sana Saleem, a survivor and activist [5:55 - 6:38]:
In addition to a striking resemblance, her professional career seems to be eerily following in the footsteps of her favorite writer, Virginia Woolf (1882-1941). Virginia was a feminist writer, who was also sexually abused at a young age, by her brother. She was bisexual and is reported to have had numerous affairs. From nubile poetesses to married women and men of letters. She also suffered several mental breakdowns, starting from the age of 13 and she finally committed suicide at age 59.
In a letter Woolf describes her joy at being touched by an older woman, “it is astonishing what depths – what volcano depths – your finger has stirred”. About men, she had this to say, “Why are women so much more interesting to men, than men are to women ?”. At the very end of her life, she wrote, “I feel certain that I am going mad again… I begin to hear voices”. She reportedly put stones in her coat pockets and drowned herself in the river Ouse. Her body was fished out three weeks later.
Virginia Woolf played a pivotal role in England’s Suffrage Movement (helped women get voting and other civil and legal rights, which had been forbidden them by British aristocracy). Is this what our beautiful, leggy brunette aspires to ?. A champion of women’s lib in 21st Century Pakistan ?. We would have liked to see Naveen go the route of beautiful sex-positive feminists like Camille Paglia and Betty Dodson, rather than fat, ugly, hairy, men-hating butch lesbians like Andrea Dworkin and Naomi Wolfe. While the former celebrate beauty and sex, the latter consider any form of penetrative sex to be a violation of women. I guess strap-ons, vibrators, dildos. . . they don’t count.
Whatever the case, Naveen will find the men of Pakistan firmly behind her. Where do we sign-up ?. We can help arrange mass bra burnings on M.A. Jinnah road, topless marches on Zaibunissa street, Lollapalooza at Sunday Bazaar where chick-bands like Club Caramel, Hadiqa Kiyani and Rabi Peerzada can rock the aunties who have just spent two sweaty hours bargaining for shoes and purses next door.
But seriously, if Naveen is going through her NGO-phase and needs to take a few years off, get this out of her system and onto her resume –we can wait. I had only hoped that she would opt for lipstick, rather than going butch. Seeing her turn out like Hagrid from Harry Potter, without make-up and unkempt hair is discomfiting. But seeing these caps we know the real Naveen is still in there and like fine wine, only getting better with time.
And one fine day, soon, we will see her again: bright and beautiful, cool and confident, lustrous hair, caramel skin, larger than life with all the talent and bounty that mother nature has blessed her with.
The word Sirens in the title of this blog is not a reference to the horn that you find on top of an ambulance, or a police mobile. It is referring to the Sirens from Greek mythology. Yeah, I know you knew that. It’s for the guy next to you.
Sirens were water nymphs, part women, part fish (part bird). They sat near the water’s edge and lured in sailors from the high seas with their bewitching songs. The music they made would prove irresistible for the men, who would try to make it to shore without caring for their safety, often with disastrous results.
In other words, these Sirens would turn them into those guys you see, standing outside of girl’s colleges, disregarding the stick of the chowkidar that will eventually hurt them. No, not in that way! Oh, come on!.
I had to go into all this detail so that I could justify adding Shabana Maniar to this blog.
At first glance, Shabana is a thirty-something housewife with frayed nerves (read: multiple kids), worn hands and neglected nails. At one time she was a fair colored maiden, hounded by men. But in a few years, she will bear an uncanny resemblance to Grandpa Munster. Despite all that, she fits the bill of a Siren, the temptress.
Shabana is the host of the new show “Bila-Takalluf” on Metro-One. On this evening she had on Mrs. Hameed, a veteran of a marriage bureau who looked entirely drained (Grandpa is up to his old tricks). Now lets get down to business. Two things; one her dress and the other, is what happened to it.
She’s wearing a multi-layered outfit that is all the rage these days. These dresses usually have an expansive outer, diaphanous shell that is worn over a more risqué’ number inside.
This particular dress has a sleeveless fuchsia colored shameez inside, with a scoop-neckline that is a foot deep. Any lower and you would have struck water. The outer shell is a sheer, in pink leopard print. The object of this design, as far as I can make it, is to draw and focus your attention on her cleavage. The sheer material is there to tease and tantalize. The low neck camisole inside, is the Siren’s Call.
Then something happened that would up-the-ante. It was a wardrobe malfunction… or so I guess. Her neckline was caught on some lacy bit on her bra cup and stayed stuck there for the duration of the show. So in addition to all of that cleavage, half of her bra was also on display, behind a sheet of sheer leopard.
If she knew about it, she certainly didn’t seem to care. In fact, as you can see in the video, whenever her dupatta fell down from around her neck, she would immediately gather it and push it back up, making sure nothing got between us and her funky stylings.
This sort of sly, tongue-in-cheek exhibitionism is now rampant in our society. It transcends all social and economic strata. On the street women from all walks of life are wearing sheer, barely-there lawns with deep scoop necklines, front and back, which leave little to the imagination. Sometimes you may even feel like walking-up to one and telling them that they really must retire their faded, frayed bra with the missing snap-hook in the back.
This liberal trend of “saaf chuptay bhee nahi, saamnay aatey bhee nahin” dresses, also represents a clear shift in public attitudes. The stylish dress behind the diaphanous veil and the flashy lingerie worn inside sheer shirts, are all living aspirations biding their time, waiting to be realized. Women want (and some say, need) to feel attractive, sexy and desirable. However hard we have made it for them, to express their feminity and sexuality, they seem to have figured-out ways around it.
Like the sheer stuff, but showing-off lingerie is a bit tacky. But we’ll take it.
Sophia Mirza was born on 23rd March, 1983. She completed her primary education in Okara, Punjab. Then moved to Lahore to do her BA in journalism. She worked in PC Lahore for five months and then briefly joined PIA. In 2007 she was the Jazz Mobilink girl. She fell in love and married Umer Farooq on Feburary 16 2006 and moved to Norway. She returned to Pakistan and their divorce was finalised in June, 2010. She cited his “bad habits” as the primary reason. The Lahore High Court granted her custody of their twin daughters in August 2, 2008 and limited contact with her ex-husband. On June 19, 2009 when the two girls went to meet their father at a court appointed venue (Avari Hotel), he kidnapped them. She has appealed to the Chief Justice and High Court to get them back from him. The husband still maintains residence in Norway.
Sophia Mirza rejoined the media upon her return to Pakistan. A veteran of print and TV, she is now doing modelling shoots and appearing regularly on fashion related events. Still in her twenties and having been blessed with unique angular facial features, a curvaceous figure and some acting skills which can be further developed, there is no reason why she shouldn’t shine as a bright star in the rapidly developing media market at home.
That was a brief synopsis of her bio. Now we investigate another kind of back ground. Usually, when you think of Sophia Mirza, you think of a beautiful face with amazing bone structure. The sharp jawline, straight nose, large expressive eyes and heart-shaped lips. But what isn’t explored and kept under wraps, is her spectacular butt.
It is not every day that you see a North American face, on a South American body.
Connoisseurs of the derrière need no explaining that all butts are not created equal. While amateurs think it’s all about size, it is not. It is the shape, density and texture which separates any ordinary fat butt, from a phat butt. While the former will make you skip lunch, the latter will bring on the munchies.
The biggest prize in the butt category is the highly sought-after and elusive “Bubble Butt”, which Sophia Mirza proudly boasts. It is round, it is firm and it is out there. The smaller ones are referred to as “Apple Bottoms”. Diamonds may be forever, but butts are for a lifetime. Long after boobs have lost the fight with gravity and turned into silly putty, a bubble butt will still be singing Bob Seger’s tune:
Like a rock, I was strong as I could be
Like a rock, nothin’ ever got to me
Like a rock, I was something to see
Like a rock
[Bob Seger, Like A Rock]
These caps and accompanying video remind us what else is special about Sophia. A legacy she carries behind her, butt, can’t boast about. It is therefore, incumbent upon sahib-e-nazar and everybody with good taste to acknowledge, appreciate and celebrate such rare attributes.
Sophia Mirza is beautiful; whether she is coming or going.
After going through a series of butts, for research of course, I believe I have found similar construction on a few girls. Mind you, it took some doing to find matching quality and size. These girls are prized and highly regarded for such blessings. For folks who want to pay their respects, they can watch sightings here, and observe how such natural wonders are properly nurtured and cared for, in other parts of the world.
Sophia Mirza video accompanying the above caps is presented below. The designer of her plastic bubble, the lime green leggings and top is Design-O-Rama.
[Note: The User Forums-I have been restored. Joy to the world.]
I regret to inform that the regular Pakikaki User Forum is offline. Yeah, it sucks.alternate board is available, if you have anything to share, or just wanna gupshup with other members. Here is the link to the board index.
We’ll try our best to have the regular board restored. It may be a few hours, or a few days, before that happens. One cannot say for certain.
Again, our sincerest apologies for any inconvenience to the members.
Following caps are of the Pakistani yogi Mathira, from her show on Vibe TV which was broadcast earlier this year (Feb. 2009). I had an earlier post with her wearing a similar outfit, but when I look back at those digicam caps, with their glaucoma look, there has certainly been a marked improvement in quality.
I had been meaning to put these out for a long time but I felt there should be no compromise on quality this time around. Therefore these caps and the accompanying video is captured at 1280×720 resolution, with a frame rate of 30/sec, which translates to about 400MB for the 8 min. video. By the time you are done… watching, that is, you will be intimately familiar with every nook and cranny on her delectable, creamy, caramel body, besides the helpful exercise routine. I hope this does justice to this beauty and her ground-breaking work in the field of fitness.
On this particular show, Mathira is demonstrating yoga exercises that are designed to restore the natural curvature of your spine. That allows for a better posture and fewer complaints of back pain. But there is more to it. As Mathira put it, “Male, or female, they all need a curve, to bring out the perfect body”.
What that means, is that right where your spinal column begins to peter out nature intended for you to have a little rounded curve, so that your butt would stick out (a universal sign of fertility), helping you attract the opposite sex. Sometimes nature is too generous to some individuals. That can cause rubber-necking, dilated pupils, sharp intake of breath, fogging-up of glasses and temporary paralysis –in the rest of the population. They can’t help it. You can’t fight millions of years of Natural Selection.
Ever since I can remember, I have loved cold coffees. Something about that tall, frosted glass. Two round scoops of coffee ice cream on top. A creamy, refreshing liquid at the bottom that, while it goes down, lights up all the nerve centers in your brain, like a pin-ball machine. You can suck it, eat it, drink it. It’s terribly confusing for the pleasure center in your brain, when a giant cold coffee comes dressed in a Nike sports bra.
Mathira has started a spin-off show on Vibe TV, where she takes viewer calls and hands down advice, on matters of the heart. The usual boyfriend and girlfriend trouble. Last time I caught her show, she was defending Valentine’s Day with an irate female caller (who clearly hadn’t gotten a Valentine), and who was using the usual ploys of nationalism and the stick of religion to bash her. Here, Mathira is adorably naive and wholly unprepared for the onslaught. One should stick to one’s strong suit, which in Mathira’s case, are little spandex thingies from Nike.
There is a vast sea of naysayers out there right now, who have willingly resigned themselves to a life of perpetual misery and wretchedness. If all was well in our world, their world would be in a crises. Far from trying to assuage their concerns and engage them in debate, the Mathiras of the world would do better to continue to do their own thang and light-up this joint. Their beauty, grace, sexuality, sensuality and elegance will get us out of this darkness and send the vermin flying for cover.
Mathira, please get your round, beautiful, adorable booty to a Nike store and buy tons of colorful (we have seen black) spandex stuff and come back to your original yoga show on Vibe, honey. We miss you. Let Sabahat, Shaista, Amna and Nadia yak-it-up. There is only one Mathira. The girl with large, beautiful eyes, raven hair, a bright smile and liquid caramel body that can be stretched-out and then folded back into a delectable array of yoga positions. This girl doesn’t need to say a lot. Her lithe and limber body, refreshing sensuality and positive attitude speaks to the kind of clean and healthy living that would get a rise out of the most sordid and sickly out there.