Monday, February 15, 2010

Me'raaj e Insaan

Human kind is moving ahead at lightning speed. Faster computers, smarter AI, pricier drugs and weapons more lethal than ever. Still briefer clothes and less of morals.

Playboy has been an icon of a plethora of such parameters by which we tend to measure our canter into the future: fashion for men, style for men, gadgets for men; what and what not for men. In between the lines, it has been setting standards for human kind's morals as well or at least reflecting on them boldly. Take a look at some sisterly images captured by Playboy photographers that were immortalized by the magazine:


Frame 1. Clockwise from top left: Shane and Sia Barbi (January 1993), Nicole, Jaclyn and Erica Dahm (December 1998), Mirjam and Karin Van Beeschooten (September 1989) and Natalie and Jennifer Campbell (December 2008)

Frame 2. Clockwise from top left: Madeleine and Mary Collinson (October 1970), Mandy and Sandy Bentley (May 2000), Rosie and Renee Tenison (August 2002)


How sisterly.

And now Hef's 2 newest gal pals, sisters Kristina and Karissa Shannon:

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Frame 6. Bunny Factsheet

Notice how bunnies Kristina and Karissa Shannon 'pose' with their happy-go-lucky 'dad' Patrick (Frame 6, bottom middle), who is enjoying every moment of the attention his daughters attract. Of course, Mr Hefner pays Patrick's daughters well for doing human kind the favor of revealing their assets and there's a lot of young booty to devour at the Mansion parties Patrick attends with his girls. It's a win-win situation for everyone.

Proud, lucky dad.

The Bunny Factsheet tells us, Kristina and Karissa are turned on by tall, dark and handsome men who have good hygiene. They also love every day they spend at the Playboy Mansion with Hef; they're Hef's girlfriends. While their mutual boyfriend seems to turn them both on quite well, the sisters are taller than Mr Hefner (Mr Hefner is 5'9"). Hef also needs some tanning and at 89 only as handsome as any other American male his age, which generally isn't that handsome for 20 something blondes world wide (But then Scarlett Johansson has a crush on Sir Connery. It's a complicated world). And Hef's hygiene is a class of its own (read this). Even though their lover falls a little short of their turn-on standards, the Shannon twins are glued to the Mansion 24/7.

Who are Kristina and Karissa in love with then? You guessed it right. The old gentleman's tall, dark and handsome chequebook.

Today, people don't have time for what they need, don't have enough of what they want and don't know what they love. It's a screwed up world where we live in the grey zone between black and white; black scares us shitless and white is too much for us to handle. We believe we evolve, while all we do is consume more and more bottled water and MREs and become more efficient polluters of the planet. We measure our growth in terms of GDP and other similar acronyms and intimidate our foes with facts and figures while impressing our pals with graphs and pie-charts. Our bodies feed on decaffeinated, sugary junk and our egos on dot-com bubbles, economic masterpieces and status symbols. We'd rather go naked than wear fur and would rather invest in stocks than in education. We intend to conserve fossil fuel and go green but tend to make and sell and buy more and more Hummers and Escalades. We need social, religious and ethnic tolerance which sure needs high morals when we jerk off to naked siblings groping at each other's curves. And then we have dads that love to showcase their kids titties for money. Of course the kids sleep with successful, rich old men for money. You don't need a Webster's Collegiate to know its pimping and prostitution; two of history's oldest professions.

Evolution? Development? Leap into the future?

Where the hell are we headed?

As we glamorize personal freedom and march to the tune of self-centered existentialism, we must remember that we need traffic lights to regulate our roads and highways, that we need brake pedals to keep the speed in check, that we need law to fight crime.

That we need morals for us to be the champions of all life form.

Jaago. Jagaao.




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All images extracted from Playboy USA (July/August 2009, except the last one, which comes from a Playboy T-shirt ad).

Saturday, February 06, 2010

Hate Me; Hate You. Love Who?





It is unfortunate to witness the decadence that has befallen us. We are no more a nation, but a band of self centered, money crazed, status conscious, sex starved consumers, toiling away day in and day out to earn more, so we could live the 'American Dream'. So much for Jinnah's and Iqbal's dream: an autonomous, powerful Islamic State for Muslims.

As we spiral down towards oblivion, our inebriety soars. Baluchistan is burning and here we have the second Karachi Fashion Week. Hate springs from every collective action of the nation and we rejoice in our sodden, corrupt independence. Of course, everything is under control, crime has slumped, economy has boomed, we are respected all over the globe; let's eat and dance and make love all night long... we have earned it. We have earned it well.

Our megalomania is eating away silently at what this country was built on. Our delusion gnaws at our core. We are the greatest nation of the world. Hell, yes. Fool's paradise!

With foes with in and with out, we have a responsibility to shoulder: save ourselves and the country. And here we are, having the best time of our lives with governance administered by the able few we so lovingly and devoutely elected to rape the sanctity of the Sabz Hilali Percham.



Salam ho tum per meri qaum. Lagay raho.
Everyone is pink inside. Ain't it true?