Freekick Pure

The old Freekick on various things

The Zumba Problem

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

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

Why I Never Became a Poet After My Father

Why don’t you write poems, sir? You write well. Whenever people ask me, I clear my throat, look away and pipe the easy answer: I have good friends as poets – Sabin Iqbal, Arun Prasad, Ajayaghosh sir, Babitha Justin, Meera Nair etc. Can’t write a line without cadging a few fans off them. I don’t like to spoil relationships, you know eh? “So you never wrote poems in your life?” My student asks. “Are you Pradeep? You come from him?” I … Continue reading

How I Became a Great Husband: Anniversary Special Freekick

Do taller girls dominate? Are they the ones who call the shots in a family? What happens to a man who happens to be a shortie? I don’t know. But we teenagers of the 90s thought it death. So three times, when I was 8, 12 and 15, I had to call myself back from proposing to my girl at the last minute, as I found to my horror that, I was still growing, and she fully grown, unfurled, expressed. And … Continue reading