Statuesque. That’s the first thing that comes to mind when you look at Maha. A perfectly proportioned, Amazon Class, chiseled hard body. The only time you get to see such gorgeous and generous feminine proportions is either at an Olympic swim meet, or at a sand volleyball game between Brazil and one of those other teams.
I don’t know what you have to do, to get her way, aside from obviously inheriting great genes. To attain that perfect skin, tone and rosy complexion you would probably have to eat right, exercise, visit spas, meet trainers, keep beauticians and get-off every night. While we don’t like to publicly acknowledge it in the land of the pure, that last bit usually does wonders for one’s appearance and attitude.
Maha is in fabulous physical condition at this shoot. Not an ounce of extra fat anywhere. The quality of muscle tone indicates that it’s been achieved through regular, vigorous movement and not on a starvation diet.
As role models and fashion icons, supermodel’s like Maha have a responsibility to put their best foot forward. Being out there in the public eye, one of their primary roles is to set standards for fashion and fitness.
Back when Anjuman and Rani ruled the roost, girls went around wearing potato sacks (they called them Afghani kurtas) and perhaps for good reason. But today, desi girls come in fitted kurtis and tight jeans and they look phat.
The emphasis should be on physical fitness. Not necessarily weight, girth or conjuring-up ways to deny yourself. There are plenty of examples of large(r) women, with beguiling curves who continue to command a huge fan following in Pakistan. In their case, proportion trumps portion.
What I find really sensual in this particular shoot is Maha’s midriff. The way her tiny waist flares into strong, rounded hips is nothing short of spectacular. The flat, taut belly looks like it was carved out of Carrara marble by Michaelangelo, while the cute ‘innie’ belly-button is a treat for any connoisseur. You couldn’t draw a more sexier figure on paper and there isn’t one quite like this, on Google. Yes, I cheched.
Maha is not just a pretty face and a sexy body. The way she takes over the ramp, walking tall, shoulders back, chest out, a deliberate stride and maintaining eye-contact… the girl exudes confidence and that is the ultimate turn-on.
Maha comes across so strong, determined and aggressive. One is afraid to picture her in bed. She could toss you around like a melon, pull you apart like a Kino and swallow you up like a banana.
Or you could play the home version of “Taliban-Taliban”. Each takes turn spanking the other. Then, one yanks on the cord while the other pushes the button until you blow each other up. Rinse and repeat.
Click here for the complete set of caps from this shoot.
The following is a video from the same shoot. The incredible Maha.
The following caps are of the model Laila, from the band Aaroh’s video of their song Pyaar Ka Jaal. I first saw Laila a couple of years ago on FTV Pakistan. She was their “Fresh” model, doing a shoot with the famed dark (OK really dark) muscular photographer “Pappu”. She was wearing a long skirt and made sure that her legs, up to the honey-golden knee caps made it on to the short film.
In fact, she confessed through that husky, nasal twang (or maybe the poor thing was just working through a nasty cold) that she preferred to wear “western clothes”.
Laila is walking, talking sex-appeal. The mane of thick, curly, raven hair atop an oval face, high arching brows, sharp features arranged beneath those large almond eyes and luscious, pouty lips leave little to be desired. Oh, but there is more to follow yet.
Laila is a petite gal, but blessed with an impressive rack. The tiny waist and hips are further accentuated by a handful of round derrier (booty for you hip-hop guyz) that most girls in the west dream about.
In this particular video, she is made out to be a gothic ‘emo’ chick. The video starts out with her extending her arms out and tracing the red bands of bruises across the insides (“cutting”). This vignette will most likely escape those who are unfamiliar with this phenomenon.
She looks into the mirror and black tears come pouring out of her eyes and drop down into the drain.
She remembers and gets upset, pulls at her hair and then breaks the bathroom mirror.
She has been subjected to lies, broken promises and led down the garden path by a heartless schemer in the guise of a lover. Or so I understand.
She sits under the shower, crying, the tears leaving black streaks across her anguished face.
All very moving, but aside from a fabulous song, the star of this video is Laila. A cross between Eliza Dushku and Amy Winehouse (back when she wasn’t ‘using’ that much) here. Her short segments leave a lasting impression. And it’s not just the shapely curves on an amazing bod. She gives a great performance. Unless you follow the band, all you remember of them is some creepy, bearded guy trying to eat the mic when he’s not trying to get into your face.
You can catch the whole video here. Great music. Smokin chick. Good time. Laila rocks!
The following caps are of the news analyst Nasim Zehra, who has worn many caps through the course of her professional career. Normally, someone like Nasim Zehra wouldn’t make it to this blog, even if they sat on a flaming skillet. But this particular outing deserves to be preserved for posterity.
Nasim is hosting a round table for the winning team to come out of the Lawyer’s Movement (aka The Black Coat Revolution). Surrounded by an august gathering that included such names as Munir A. Malik, Aitezaz Ahsan and Talat Hussain she chose to come bra-less, just wearing a slip (shameez) under her fairly transparent mint-green dress.
What unfolded was quite predictable.
The easily excitable Nasim trying to indicate some inane observation, or push through an arcane thought, flailed her arms about and managed to stimulate her large nipples. Which, in turn, proceeded to break out of the two layers of flimsy clothing.
The large expanse of rolling flesh atop her chest with raised headlights in the middle, kept the country’s best legal minds on sports. That’s the sort of enlightened moderation we’d like to see, in excess.
Turned out of principled politics she joined the US sponsored military dictator in Pakistan who made her a member of the President’s National Kashmir Committee (2001–2002) and President’s Advisory Committee on Foreign Policy and National Security (2000–2002). She later became an Adjunct Professor at the School of Advanced International Studies (SAIS, Johns Hopkins University) and today she has turned into a fellow at the Harvard University (Asia Centre).
Harvard University has had a long standing relationship with the CIA. This reads like the CV of a CIA operative, placed back here to mold public opinion in favor of the party (puppet ?) of their choosing. And a jilted political activist without a home makes for a prime candidate.
But what do I know ?. bits and nibbles, and here’s a glimpse of them in motion. Enjoy:
As some of you may have noticed the host of Pakikaki User Forum is currently having some issues and for the last couple of days has been unable to provide service.
I have been in touch with the support but I cannot say with any level of certainty when (or if) they will be able to restore the forum. Such are the vagaries of hosting online.
In a marathon session we have found and setup a new and better place to host the User Forums. I invite members to get registered, preferably with their old usernames so that their old ranks can be restored to them.
Very few in the civilized world have had the pleasure of bearing witness to Humera Arshad’s big, round, fat booty. Now you can consider yourself among that lucky group. The following caps of Humera Arshad were taken while she was performing live in an outdoor setting.
Humera was catapulted into fame with her single Was Ve Dhola, which was shortly followed by Mein Ni Boldi. Although these songs were in regional Punjabi, their superior melody and poetry won her the hearts of people all over the country and beyond. She has done plenty of concerts and sold enough CDs to claim a spot in the list of the talented musicians.
Last year Humera married the ripped model and actor Ahmed Butt. The star of a handful of bad Lollywood movies and a model of international repute (he has allegedly done shoots with Italian and French designers in Milan and Paris).
The newlyweds were on a show together and I could not help but notice Humera’s attitude towards her husband. She was bossy and demeaning, putting him down and cutting him off. He seemed to shrug it off with a lazy smile and a laid-back attitude, saying very little.
Humera is a talent, no doubt. She is fairly pretty with huge assets, but clearly no match for her model husband and his (assuming here) colorful past. Humera has appeared alone on shows and shown herself to be opinionated and quite willing to share it with the world. It could be that this is the very side of her personality that attracted the young Butt to THE butt.
As I was gathering and sorting these caps, a song kept playing in the back of my head. I finally figured it out. It was Queen’s homage “Fat Bottomed Girls”. A wonderful song that fits nicely here. If you haven’t heard it, I would encourage you to do so.
Putting aside the immense talent, that is Humera, we will study the beguiling butt of hers. While some girls are neurotic about the size of their hips and butt, others, well-versed in the proclivities of men, have used it to their max. advantage. After all, it is a blessing.
I understand some folks may not (yet) be able to appreciate Humera’s butt, but in time, they will come to appreciate the beauty and rarity of a large, round butt. I don’t have to explain this to the Tantric Yogis here, but one should be careful not to confuse any old, fat butt with a round butt.
Humera is not caring much excess weight on her body. She has a well-defined waist and curvy hips. If only she had a matching pair of tits, she could have proved deadly for weak hearts. On the whole, it looks like Ahmed Butt struck real gold with Humera here. Wish them both the best in their respective careers. Here is the best-of Humera’s butt.
Here are two videos of Humera’s hit songs. The first is Wus Ve Dhola
The following caps and the accompanying video clips are of Atiqa Odho, who appeared on the Sahir Lodhi Show on TV-One. I was looking at some old pictures of Atiqa for research and what I found fascinating is how she has managed to defy the aging process. And not just defy it, she has won ground back, in that she has never looked better, than how she appears today.
Atiqa had some baby fat across her face through her stint on PTV, which she has since shed and now we can admire her facial bone structure. Also, she has learned to apply make-up judiciously, to accentuate her features, instead of a Kabuki cover-up. In short, she has continued to improve upon herself, while others her age have long ‘let go’.
Her choice of clothing is elegant and sensual. A simple black top, barely able to contain the precious DD cargo, with a kaftan that had white foliage. She wore a simple gold necklace around her neck. If she had gone with her usual pendant, hanging between her cleavage, moving like a metronome with every little jiggle, it would have created quite a scandal. Too bad.
As you can tell, Atiqa has flawless, smooth, alabaster skin. Like that of a Danish milkmaid. Folks in her age brackat develop moles, acquire marks, get scars from burns, scratches and liver spots. She has nothing. Just a wide expanse of perfectly creamy white skin, waiting to be doused and rubbed down with a big ol’ bottle of Johnson & Johnsons.
As usual, the main topic of the conversation revolved around mature women holding their ground and refusing to bow before mother nature. Sahir Lodhi, the congenital dick of the show, started the ball rolling by making repeated gibes about film star Meera’s unwillingness to come to terms about her age in public (like he was her maternal uncle or something).
Atiqa chose to take it as a crack at one of her sorority sisters. First, she upheld Meera’s right to live the life of her choosing. Age, according to Atiqa, is all up here *pointing to her peroxide hair*. Then she came back with a prop, a pamphlet, with a photo of her mom looking weird and then proceeded to tell a story about her grandma, who on her death bed, requested a dye job. I think the thought of a dead grandma laying there with jet black hair unnerved even Sahir, who went ashen at the mention of it. In her defense, Atiqa is a pioneer woman and pioneers, by definition, are a little nutty.
She said that her husband understands her need, “to be someone” and allows her freedom to pursue her dreams. And that raises her esteem for him. But anybody know how many wet hankies are laying by his bedside ? ( <= cuz of the crying! you people, honestly… you make me sick). It’s like a young kid being asked to part with his very own Disney Land. But I guess Atiqa makes it up to him. In ways the rest of us can only dream about.
Following are the caps of Hina Rabbani Khar from the Live With Talat program on AAJ TV. Born 1977 in Multan, she graduated from LUMS in 1999 with a degree in Economics. She then did her MBA from UMass in 2002. By 2003 she was picked to be the MNA of the Q-League from NA-177 Muzaffargarh-II. I say “picked”, because she didn’t much go around canvassing her ancestral village Khar Gharbi, looking for votes. She got in on the 33% quota seats, where parties hand-picked their “graduate” maidens.
Next thing you know she is the Minister of State for Economic Affairs and Statistics, hobnobbing with her best pals, Prime Minister Shortcut and the Dictator-in-Chief. They made her in-charge of the begging bowl. All foreign loans and grants committed to Pakistan, went through her office to be disbursed and appropriated accordingly. A 26 year old, fresh out of college, with zero experience, was made responsible for keeping tabs on billions of dollars flowing into the country. Lovely.
Late in 2007, when things started to go south for the Q-League, they decided to drop the dead wood going into the 2008 elections. The ‘Q’ hottie brigade was the first to find itself on the chopping block. Nilofer Bakhtiar, for falling into the lap of a french septuagenerian. Then Kashmala Tariq for being catty and forming the forward block.
Hina Rabbani Khar waited till the last minute but neither got the Q ticket, nor a reason from anybody in the Q-League. The Chaudhries of Gujrat probably thought that she’d go away, if they just ignored her long enough. Like a beggar at a traffic signal. Hina was furious. She was reported in the papers as saying that she felt hurt at being ignored like that, after all the hard work she had put into her… job.
Hina threw a tantrum and threatened to hold her breath. So her daddy got her a PPP ticket for the dance, er, I mean the 2008 elections. She was ‘picked’ again and she’s back doing whatever she was doing before, something at the Ministry for Economic Affairs.
Her title is now Special Advisor to the PM for Economic Affairs. What happened to just getting pretty secretaries to go with the high office ?.
Hina is not all affairs and statistics to successive PMs. In her first term, she launched AHANG (Aik Hunar Aik Nagar). A pretty funky concept that brings together fashion designer like Rizwan Beyg and poor women in rural areas. No, it’s not to get Rizwan interested in girls. That’s never gonna happen. It’s to get the women interested in Rizwan’s work and make a living doing that.
It’s something Hina heard about happening in Thailand and she decided to import it here; like a mail order bride. I remember watching an exhibition of the rustic works in Lahore on FTV. Hina was invited as a chief guest. These sort of events are great publicity vehicles for the designers and the politicians. None of the real artisans managed to make it to the gala event. Probably couldn’t afford the cover charge.
If you think I am being too hard on Hina, I will have you know that she, even today, vigorously defends the economic policies of our former PM. The Trickle Down economics that was tried in the Reagan Era 80s and has been roundly shot down by economists and historians alike, as “Vodoo Economics”, ie; it does not work.
What it means in a nutshell, is that you give all the tax-breaks and govt subsidies to the very rich, so they get even richer and start consuming more. This way you try to increase the probability of the poor getting more scraps of food falling their way from a well-laden table of the rich. Thus, the name Trickle Down. It involves taking money from the poor (in the shape of taxes) and giving it to the very rich (subsidies). Just like Robin Hood, only in reverse.
And that’s exactly what happened in Pakistan during the tenure of our last PM. The rich got richer, the poor got poorer and the difference between the two increased manifold. Of course, we are forgetting that this state of affairs suits the obscenely rich just fine (which Hina accidently happens to find herself in).
Hina was on Live With Talat on this day, sharing the table with two experienced journalists who could smell blood. The topic was economics. Pakistan’s in particular and reason why it has taken a nose dive. Hina was asked about the shortages, the hoardings and the apparent apathy of the ruling class. She didn’t have much in the way of explanation for the past policies, or vision for a brighter future. But she has a lovely voice and it doesn’t hurt to look at her either. Talat played with her, like a fat cat juggles a scared little mouse in his paws. But he didn’t eat her. He sized her up and let her go. Like the wise bass fisherman, looking for some bigger trophy to take home.
Hina is cultured, well-mannered, well-spoken and elegant. She conducts herself like royalty. A humble and noble queen, who wishes for a place, not on the mantle but in the hearts of those she rules. She is blessed with a pretty face, a fairly functioning brain and maintains a killer body. She frequently finds herself included in the world’s top 250 this, 10 that. Mostly for her assessed leadership qualities by western bodies.
But she is not being featured here for any of those silly little titles or honors. She is here because she is a true hottie. If Kashmala Tariq is the sexual icon of the masses, Hina Rabbani Khar is the thinking man’s sexual diva. Her soft, sultry lilting voice with just a hint of a lisp, falls like rose petals on one’s ears and settle over the heart. Those clear, large, focused eyes mesmerize. Her heavy mane of dark cascading hair, manipulated into an elegant french braid could inspire reams of poetry. There is enough hope on the mere promise of a smile at the end of those lips, to jump-start a broken heart.
There are some people who are just blessed with this level of charisma. Unfortunately, there aren’t enough of them to go around. That’s why you can never have too much of Hina. I am sure glad she decided to come and spend an hour with Talat Hussain. I hope this trend continues and we see more of her in future. People grow up, mature and change their views. One hopes that she too, will come around. Meanwhile, our best wishes to her on, what’s surely going to be, a long and interesting career in politics.
Following is the accompanying video of the elegant Hina R. Khar:
Following are the caps of the Pakistani supermodel Fauzia Amir, Amazon class, from FTV. Since this channel, for whatever asinine reason, has been taken-off the most widely distributed cable company in Pakistan, it may be sometime before we get to see such lovely candid pictures of supermodels again, if ever.
Fauzia is getting dolled-up here for a photo-shoot. She first gets her face painted-on. Then her hair is put-up in curlers, blow-dried and combed and coiffed into a nice little bun. After which they roll out the bling-bling. Quite a build-up for a few minutes of click-click.
Anybody remember Yasmeen Ghauri ?. She was born to a Pakistani guy and a German mother in Canada. This supermodel was Amazon class, beautiful and not too shy in front of the camera. For desis around the world, she remained the prime object of desire through the 90s. Yasmeen was pretty, but Fauzia is just as, if not prettier. The oval face, large eyes, straight nose, classic cheekbones and a razor sharp jawline.
You add the distinct emotive capacity, unique to desi hotties raised among their own (naaz, nakhra, andaaz) and Fauzia comes out on top. The only question remains is how much of her pretty self, is Fauzia willing to share with her adoring fans.
The one thing unique about Fauzia, aside from obvious good looks, is proportion. From her head, down to her toes, every feature is symmetrical and perfectly in proportion.
If you didn’t have a frame of reference, she could pass for a 5′3″, which, given her height is remarkable. Because when you are as tall as she is, you are apt to have something gargantuan hanging off of your body. Like a frighteningly large head, hands, or feet.
Some jugglers out there might look at her and think the jug is half-full. But I think for her particular field her tits are just the right size. Fauzia is waif thin at this time. When she gains a few more pounds, they will look even lovelier and are sure to stand the test of time and of man.
She was on the Nazia Malik show on VIBE TV (Diamonds Are Forever) last month and try as she might, Nazia couldn’t get her to say anything even mildly controversial. To mundane questions like favorite designer, photographer, place-to-shoot, city, color, etc ?, her patent answer was “Sub hee achay hain”. Phew. Could a political career be far in the offing ?.
The following caps are of VJ Sehrish practicing dance moves in the studio with a professional choreographer. The audience is made up of various PlayTV Vjs.
You can tell that she hasn’t done this kinda thing before (how many have ?) and feels a bit self-conscious dancing with a pro. She does start to get into it, half-way into the song.
There are dozens of VJs on TV today. They are fair, tall, pretty, cultured, hip and happen’in to varying degrees. Very few however, are blessed with the innate ability to connect with an audience. Such is the well-deserved reputation of VJ Sehrish on PlayTV.
Sehrish has a sunny and sweet disposition. She is engaging, a good listener, kindhearted soul with the ability to laugh freely at herself. One time she confessed on her show that the staff considers her a “Bun-Kabab”, while her friends’ opinion oscillates between that and “Burger”. Which only underscores her range and wide appeal.
Sehrish is a traditional eastern beauty with an oval face, large expressive eyes and clear honey skin. She has a pear-shaped body type, with a modest rack that will likely grow to a respectable size as she puts on a few more pounds .
But her out-standing feature is the one you rarely get to see, her butt. It had remained out-of-sight, till this bit. You rarely see this quality outside of Latin America.
The big, round, solid apple-butt. Some of the prettiest pin-ups don’t even have “a” butt, let alone a pretty one and it’s such a downer.
Unlike colored eyes, long hair, large tits, narrow hips or pouty lips… you can’t fool others into believing you have a great butt. While we all love large tits, they have less than half the shelf-life of a round butt.
Lastly, if desi gals are going to wear tight-fitting jeans, I suggest that they start wearing thongs under them, which is the established norm abroad. Why ?, because no visible panty lines.
You see it here everywhere. Gals running around with clear panty-lines under their jeans. Unless the cut of the underwear is wildly interesting, it looks provincial. With thongs, it’s the stealth factor. You don’t know what’s up, or going down.
But then again, we have a long-standing desi tradition of titillating (read: torturing) the guys with dark underwears under light-colored, diaphanous dresses. Jeans are the latest addition to their arsenal.
Here is the accompanying video. Sehrish has a charming personality that a picture just isn’t able to do justice to. Enjoy.
Btw, anybody know which song this is ?. It’s got a good beat to it.
