Tuesday, April 22, 2008

Neha - Worth Her Weight In Gold, On FTV Pakistan

My fascination with painted girls started early, with movies like Man With The Golden Gun and Tarzan The Ape Man. I don't think authority figures quite realized the extent to which estrogen and monkey business was inserted into that movie. When the cannibals stripped Bo Derek (Jane) and started marinating her with that white salve, getting her ready for their king to either eat her, or really eat her... neurons were firing away like Roman candles in my head.

Massaging paint into a gal seemed like a swell idea at the time. Along the years, people around the globe have substituted aromatic oils for marinating sauces. It's the right thing to do. It's one of those cannibal customs that we oughta cannibalize into ours.

Anyhoo, here are some vidcaps of the uber-sexy supermodel Neha from FTV Pakistan. She is on some shoot which require her boobs to be polished to a golden shine. And I must say the artist has done a fine job. You can almost see your face between her tits.

Neha may not be the prettiest supermodel, but she certainly has one of the best bodies around. She is tall, athletic (not anorexic) and toned. She has large, firm tits and a tummy to die for. She has a long, slender swan-like neck which is one attribute you can't get with exercise or plastic surgery. One thing she's not, is shy. She is proud of her beautiful body and has done several artistic shoots which are risque and which I shall soon post here.

Sunday, April 20, 2008

Savera Nadeem, Tantalizingly Translucent On Geo TV

These vidcaps of Savera Nadeem are from a soap that aired on 27th July, 2007 on Geo TV. The sunlight filtering through the window, catches her sublime form just right, to render her lawn kurta and dupatta functionally defunct. That's another way of saying her kurta is transparent. She might as well be standing there, wearing just that white bra.

This is hardly a rare phenomenon. It is witnessed several times a day, by your average Pakistani. Not since the veiled concubines of the Ottoman Empire, who made diaphanous tops famous, have we seen a more tantalizing and titillating display of the female form. The Pakistani babe in a lawn suit, on a summer 's day.

Once, as I was driving towards the McDonald's drive-thru, a woman clad in a yellow print lawn dress crossed the road in front. The setting sun did a magical number and it was, as if, she was standing there in nothing but a white bra and panties before me. As clear as day, I tell you.

I am sure they all know perfectly well what they are doing to male pulses (that too) out there. She could have easily made me drive into the Arabian Sea, instead of getting a burger. But I am not complaining. Ask the guys sitting and strutting about in the mall, or stumbling and bumping into smelly strangers at the Sunday Bazaar. They are not complaining. Attendance in mosques has never been higher. Gul Ahmed is making record profits. Coincidence ?, I think not.

But all these Pakistani women walking down the street, or up an aisle, aren't the living incarnation of Diana, the Hunter goddess, like our Savera Nadeem. You can see the way she carries herself. Her head held high, the shoulders squared-up and tits out. She is confident, she means business. She is woman... hear us moan.

She looks nice with her hair like that, falling around her face in a bob-cut. She reminds me of an Egyptian princess, like Elizabeth Taylor from the movie Cleopatra. The dark hair frames her elegant face nicely.

You know in real life, if your wife looked like that in the morning, you wouldn't be asking for a cup of tea. You would be jumping her bones and arrive at work looking and feeling like Rasool Baksh Palejo.

Rabia Chaudhry, The Blossoming Beauty On FTV

I first saw Rabia Chaudhry in front of me at a Caltex petrol station. She was riding in the short-bus (actually Civic) with Ghalib Kamal. I don't know why she got out. Probably to stretch her legs, or get away from that weirdo. She was wearing skin tight beige jeans and all I remember, is her huge round ass --as did all the attendants who stopped work in respect and admiration. I didn't mind the wait. It was worth it.

These vidcaps of Rabia Chaudhry were taken from FTV Pakistan. This is behind-the-scenes footage, showing models in various stages of makeup and (un)dress. Rabia is the one with the big tits, strapped inside the gray top. She is also sporting a nice camel-toe. One of her striking features, aside from her cute chubby cheeks are her large puffy lips. They always look so swollen, as if she had been biting on them all night. Maybe that is precisely how they got that way. She should use a pillow.

Rabia is on the show Koun Teri Dulhaniya, where Ali Salman aka Begum Nawazish Ali, is trying to find her/himself a wife. Sarwat Gillani (the chaperone) is paired with her husband and Rabia rides shotgun with Ali. They sleep in the same hotel bed. If Ali is not cured yet, he should at least be taken out of the bisexual list, right now. He is a disgrace to the bisexual community.

On the show she was heard babbling something about how they (Ali) are alike, in the way they rebel against the norms of society and don't give a hoot about anybody, against their wants and needs. That's a nice philosophy. Rabia! this oppressive patriarchal society wants you to wear clothes... are you going to take that laying down ?. Attika! Attika!

This is an embedded video of Rabia Chaudhry's modeling portfolio on FTV Pakistan. The quality is not the greatest, but it's not bad. You can see Rabia in various dresses, in all her 360 degree glory.

Rabi Pirzada, Sitting Down For Once, On SunTV

These vidcaps are taken from the SUN TV channel's Morning show. I thought Rabi Pirzada was from the same clan of Samina Pirzada, but hearing Rabi's account of her private struggle to get in the biz, one has to rethink that assumption. There is nobody in showbiz from Rabi's family. In fact, showbiz is frowned upon as an industry in her family and her relatives have not had a kind word for Rabi, since they found out. Some of them have come around, bragging about her behind her back, but she does'nt hold any in high regard.

She describes how she flew back to Pakistan from the middle-east and didn't think her parents had caught wind of her burgeoning singing career abroad. Her father was unusually quiet on the way home and just as they were pulling into their neighbourhood, she caught sight of herself pictured on a huge billboard, adveritising the deal. She says, she was mortified. I have to give props to her dad, for not pulling a Mohammad Ali scene-part on the airport, "Mainey Tumhain aaq kiya! aaq kiya! aaq kiya!".

Another breaking news about Rabi, is that she married on Dec. 27th, 2007 to a retired military man. No, not Musharraf. It's somebody else. Some Major (dick). Stop crying, you two can continue to see each other --in your dreams. He has taken upon himself to manage her career and is busy trying to launch a clothing/merchandising line for her. Yep, this one sounds like a real keeper. I hope she keeps an eye on those account books. I smell an Ike & Tina Turner.

Rabi talks like a self-conscious teen, often breaking into titters with the host of the show. She is self-deprecating and extremely frank and honest. No airs, no pretentions, no nakhra. It's hard to imagine that this same girl can get on stage and use the mic in a manner that will make you shiver.

So she's fair and lovely with a butt that belongs on a coconut tree, but there are plenty of beauties who will dissolve into a pile of salt, like the wicked witch of the west, if they were asked to sing a song in front of a small crowd. This girl has got more than just beauty and brains. She's got balls. So what, if she can't sing like Chotay Ghulam Ali. Have you seen his ass ?.

Note the black shameez under her see-through lawn dress. At least I think it's a shameez. Could be a bra too. Not really sure. Like the way she's accessorized her neck with that dupatta that matches her fire engine red lipstick. That ensemble is hot enough to give me heartburn sitting at home.