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The old Freekick on various things

CLASSIC FREEKICK: The Messiah of Dark Malayalees.

Are you concerned about your complexion? Then you must start worshiping me as a messiah fighting for your cause. This story first appeared in long back. You don’t know how much I curse myself for being sweet to Ammini akka, (I used to pee only in her hands as a baby) our house-maid, when I was a child. I was 2 then. She used to carry me around whenever Chinkaran came to our house to pluck coconuts. She loved … Continue reading

Freekick: Ode to a Teapoy

The writer reveals the truth this time. Why did he quit playing guitar 25 years back all of a sudden? The disgust is still with him even though he has begun to laugh at his plight these days. Students quit their tuition centers for silly reasons. “Amme, I don’t understand anything.” “Amme, the teacher doesn’t know anything.” “Amme, I am too tired to go both to the school and the tuition centre. I have to quit one of them.” I … Continue reading

Freekick: Let them Eat Cake

(‘Let them eat cake,’ said Queen Marie Antoinette (allegedly) when she learned that her peasants had no bread. For the last 6 months my wife has also been uttering the same thing whenever she learns that we are hungry). “Fried rice!!!” My daughter whispered. “No, Pulao!” I whispered back. “It is halwa, acha!” “No, it is pudding, mole!” “Milkshake, I think!” “It can also be curd rice, dear.” “My latest cake. Vanilla lava cake, Belgian style,” my wife put an … Continue reading

Freekick: The Day The Earth Stood Still: Part 2

(Read from the first part by clicking here) Beep beep! Listen! It beeped again. She checked her watch. It said 2:30am. The room was washed with the dim glow from her husband’s mobile. A message at this time! She looked at her husband. If innocence has a face, it could be his! Her fingers sleepwalked towards the mobile lying on the window sill; her eyes were half-closed. A message from a Sheeja? She pressed a button. “Oh!” A gasp escaped … Continue reading