auditory rape

so this 'mirchee' dj plays like so cool on fm89 and like she is so into rock and roll, she is like so hot

what mirchee has been doing is fucking my brains, i am actually taking the earphones out of my ears everytime a song ends, she is so bad

so it is so cool for her that she is playing "legendary" rock and roll, her accent is really painful, a shreaking monkey with a texan twang

she make it a point to mention that she is new in Pakistan, as if we should bow before her for honoring us with her sorry ass, she does happen to be on the 7th floor of my building and i am this close to sending her a stinking note

for the last few minutes she has been fucking my brains, or in the words of my colleague that dimagh kee ma chood rahee hay, she is introducing bob dylan's son who has a band that has bruce springsteen featured as lead vocals on their new album

as if that is not enough white trash for the day, she announces happily that she has taken over the reins from the engineer and going to work the console herself and put the CD on herself

i am truly fucked now i say to myself

what i get on the radio next is neither bob dylan's son, nor bruce springsteen but stevie nicks of fleedwood mac from the 'rumors' cd, the track is 'rhiannon', an all time favourite

so should i thank her sorry ass for sparing me the 'boss"

no she freaking stops the track 30 seconds into the song and apologizes for the screw up saying "the engineering job is really tough"

put in the right freaking cd into the player, lady and the engineering thing will take care of it itself

my brain is working overtime with choice words for her

oh before i forget she is just saying that the red hot chilly peppers is her favourite band because "they are so spicy"

oh she is gone

a new dj has taken over what a relief

it is some rush hour music show, he has great news, the lady dj the mirchee will no longer be working on the station, apparently she crapped all over the console, the good lord does work in mysterious ways

what awesome start,  this guy is playing 'panjab' by karunesh which i mentioned in my blog two days ago,  i love this guy. 

awesome followup, 'everything she does is magic' by the police

time for a dance break in the cubicle

sting reminds me of walking home with frost bites and "mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun" and so much good time with the 'police', imagine that a tune on radio taking you to a peaceful place in your head away from a she-monkey with texan twang

Here comes the rain again

dear zulfiqar & ejaz, thanks for your comments

the sound track that i mentioned may not be available in Pakistan. hardly think that the rainbow centre mafia would have got any request for OST of 'The Straight Story'

try shopping at this place and all you get is incoherant gurgling sound from a paankhao memons, that is, if you are able to make eye contact.

this is the hub of karachi music scene, sort of a distribution point and all the sound tracks that other outlets in the city get, it is from this place.

the cd covers tell a story of their own, the images are scanned but somehow they outsource the typing to some genious who went to a peela school so you have you 'alanis' written as 'al anis', thank God atleast it is not 'al anus'.

the way i got all the 'straight story' tracks was through kazaa which was fine as far as the quality is concerned but kazaa has fucked up my notebook setting with all the shareware freeware adware

so all the downloads are from last year but really good stuff, if kazaa could be set up in a secure manner, the world is just a click away, unless there is any other download service that you can share that can be used without any hassle

for something that I need really bad, i go to amazon, order it in the UK and get it shipped there and some relative carries it.

yes Ejaz there is something magical about rains in Karachi but the blog on rain i.e the complete works is somewhere lurking in the back of my mind, may be a little substance abuse would unleash it so I am waiting for this weekend, weather and the supply of goodies permitting

the showers we had last night had no suspence or buildup, it was after midnight and i was tucking in the kids and KESC reminded us that they and the monsoon are not compatible, so the rest of the night was spent lying next to my daughter telling her the story about the illmannered elephant loved to scare the animals, destroy the nests and wreck havoc with the green grass which was home to all 

the animals had had enough and gang up against the elephant, the fox volunteers to use his cunning to subdue the elephant but is trampled under the huge feet, the parrot decides to bite the head and is slapped around by huge flapping ears

so the tiny ant claims that she can do the trick, everyone laughs at the ant but undettered it climbs up trunk and tickles the elephant which cannot help but sneeze till it gives up

so i make sneezing noises and my daughter's eyes light up and she chuckles her hearty laugh,
life cannot get any better than this