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Mall Road

Bus Addey, Maal Rode, Camp, Madal Toun, Ajadpur, Shalimaar...

Aashiq banaya

Aashiq banaya, aashiq banaya... the track plays everywhere I go. And there are some more like this one. The same tracks. They blare loudly into my ear, into my mind, no matter where I am. Be it a cybercafe or a coffee shop or a restaurant or the radio that my hostelmates insist on making me listen. It makes me numb, like an anaesthetic.

And when I am back to my senses, I wonder silently: when will popular culture consume itself?







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