Freekick

Humour column at Yentha.com.

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

A Place Named Thengappura: Season II Part 2

This is the second part of the story: A Place named Thengappura: Season II Part 1 1 a.m. You want to get off the bus to take a pee. Destination is only a short distance from this point; a walk along the dim lit road soaking in the night air seems quite a premium idea. Just before you ask the driver to stop, you check with the conductor what the name of the place that they are going to leave … Continue reading

A Place named Thengappura: Season II Part 1

How sweet the name is: Thengappura! My place! Ah, music in the ears, honey to my soul, manna to my sense of identity. Had I come across this list of names much earlier, I would have shared it with my poor neighbours, my friends – Unni chettan, Saiju, Baiju, Sajitha, Rajesh, Maya, Bobby, Raj Mohan and all, and they would also have got relief! Oh, how much they went through with Thengappura. Friends, Thengappurans and Countrymen. I have come again … Continue reading

Freekick: Pickled in a Bar

A couple of hands shot up. Their faces were set, veins stiff, eyes burning with a brave glow. “Boys! Are you sure you want to take this challenge?” “Yes, sir.” They yelled –  with their chests thrust out, their muscles almost bursting to their seams – like those candidates gathered for military recruitment. The whole office building  shook. We had almost reached the end of the editorial meeting convened by Sabin Iqbal, editor of yentha.com when this idea sprang up … Continue reading