June 11th, 2009

Dario and I met the summer of 96. When the local televisions boasted of only two channels. PTV, which was finally losing its boring monopoly and NTM – or was it STN – the cool new hip channel. NTM allowed us local teens a peek into an hour of cartoons (Ninja Turtles were all the rave) an hour of a sitcoms (censored kisses on Chico and the Man) and an hour before the news of a Western Drama (Magnum P.I, quickly became a serious crush). So what else was there to do back then? Well of course, there were those lame dance parties where someone’s drawing room was turned into a discotheque after furniture was removed, carpets were rolled up and Mommy/Papa were shipped out of town. If songs like Mr. Vain, What is Love and No Limits don’t bring back memories for any of you readers, you probably don’t know about that time I am so eloquently harping about. For those of you who can’t get those annoying beats out of your heads now, you know exactly what it was like to be a teen in Pakistan in the mid-nineties. Don’t you? Continue