Freekick

Humour column at Yentha.com.

Freekick Classic: Who’s Afraid of the Kerala Police?

First published in Yentha.com in 2010. “Who do you think you are, officer? How dare you ask me to stop my vehicle? Where is your identity card?” The policeman took a step forward to explain. “No, no, no, stop there! Don’t come near… I can read it from here. I am not the kind of guy whom you can trifle with, officer,” the police constable was stunned seeing my friend blast off at Vellayambalam junction last week. The only ‘crime’ … Continue reading

Freekick: Let Sleeping Wives Lie

“Ha ha ha ha ho ho ho ho…..entamme…. Rameswaram! You mean, the temple Rameswaram! This is the joke of the century. Ha ha ha ha…my god, can’t believe it. Your husband took you to Rameswaram for honeymoon!!!… ha ha ha… ayyo…haha ha…ayyayyo…” The walls  shook with my guffaws; my sides split, the chair I sat threatened to topple as it couldn’t take any more of my convulsions, here I would die any minute choked with laughter. For all the places … Continue reading

Seven Ways to Open a Closed Dialogue with Chicken

Oyi, Chicken, you don’t know how much I hate you now. Being a strong vegetarian I don’t want to go back to old ways again. And there is nothing autobiographical in the story. Still, as a writer, I must provide a few tips to those who turned veg along with me. Use this with discretion if you want to return to the good ole’ Chicken salad days. Don’t expect me back. 1)    Be silent. And arrogant. Eat chicken with a … Continue reading

My Last Piece of Chicken

The conversation started on monsoon, veered around those dangerous cyclones frequenting the US, made a brief touchdown on Syria for fire and fuel, tore through the defenses of Obama, cruised over the turbid waters of Indian economy, plummeted to state politics, went further down and kissed past the local sleaze and was about to shake off the muck and soar once again to the dizzy heights when it happened… I took one piece of chicken. It was the last. A … Continue reading