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The old Freekick on various things

When all the Universe Conspires against a Dieter

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Never knew food is like smoke, drink, other bad habits. You get company only as long as you stick yourself to the fool’s end of those things. Announce the decision to quit at your own peril. See what music I faced when I said I was going to diet: 1) Damn! You are not serious! 2) You are not a fatty! I was only joking last week. 3) Ha, ha…how many times have we heard this song! Manu, dont you remember … Continue reading

Freekick: It’s the name not the man

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It is the name, not the man. As a political observer I had been studying elections since 1956 when a government was officially carved out from a mess. Agree, it took nearly 60 years for me to understand what clicks and what clicks not in elections. Hard life learning. Were I born in the 50s or were the jolt of wisdom hit me a little earlier I could’ve saved many a men from committing political harakiri, without knowing, their names … Continue reading

The Zumba Problem

HOLLYWOOD, CA - JULY 18:  Giuliana Rancic takes a Zumba Toning class, one of Zumba's new programs that tones and sculpts the entire body while still maintaining the fun fitness-party vibe on July 18, 2012 at the International Dance Academy in Hollywood, California.  (Photo by Eric Charbonneau/WireImage)

God: So? Me: So? God: What happened at the pool? Why did you quit swimming? I put all that water across your way to help you with shedding weight. Me: At the the expense of what, eh? They told me that the chlorine in the pool could leach away whatever remnants of fairness left in me. Want to see that!!! The pool, I smelled it out, was a divine plot to darken me further. Moreover you never let me swim straight. … Continue reading

Beefeaters of Kerala

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The cows and incidents depicted in this story are fictitious. Any similarity to real cows alive or dead is purely coincidental and not intentional. I regarded her face again, and then slowly, without giving her any clue, walked across the meadow to steal a look at her from the other side. Sleepy eyes. Large ears. Long muzzle with nostrils flared. She stood there re-chewing the cud from last day’s meal she very thoughtfully stashed away in her rumen. ‘Amme’, I called her … Continue reading