Can it be about nothing ?

A blog about nothing ?? Well, these are clearly signs of blogging desperation ! Iv been meaning to post a blog for the longest time now. I went to Brussels, drank the world-famous Belgian beer which was OK (Quite frankly, I don't know what all the fuss is about, especially when you empty formidable amounts of money from your bank account just to buy one pint of beer !), ate Belgian chocolate. Aaah, Belgian chocolate.. Now that is good. I'm sorry. Yet again my wandering mind has made me digress from the topic at hand.. A blog about nothing..

What does a blog about nothing comprise of ?

Football to my right (Holland vs Japan. Don't know why Japan isn't being pulverized yet), on another window in front of me, obviously, India are playing Pakistan. I wonder how Mr. Sania Mirza is post-marriage (Number 1 or 2, Only he knows). To my left is the Blackberry. Well, its just lying there.

My closest friends now.. Twitter, Facebook and Flickr. Two of them go by the name 'Badavarascal'. So many have asked me, 'Why Badavarascal' ?

Well, as I child I was that. Extremely mischievous, not to mention rebellious, though my mom still swears by the fact that I was a good kid, and still am, for some weird reason. Then came school. Class 12. My school principle decides to reprimand me and 'accuse' me of running a Krishna Leela in school, the meaning of which I did not understand initially. Her explanation only led to me chuckling on the outside and LMAO on the inside, at her face !

That was one of many random thoughts running though my head when I was thinking of a name. And the name stuck.

Now for England. What the hell has happened to this country ? Where is the etiquette, the politeness and all that jazz ? Did they leave all that back in India a few decades ago ? I have a faint feeling they did ! But then, the older ones are a lot nicer. Quintessentially English.

English football. Watched the England vs Algeria game last night with a pint of a beer at an English Pub in a city suburb, in England. How much more authentic can it get ! Does Rooney play football or marbles these days ? Absolutely lackadaisical effort by England. Heskey #fail#. Ashley Cole, epic #fail#. Mr. Goal Keeper, David James. I suspect he was coached by Evander Holyfield ! Stop punching the ball, will you ? Catch. C.A.T.C.H !

Now, Madras. Iv spoken about Madras in all my recent blogs. I shall break the Monotony and talk about Chennai this time around. Chennai is the New South Indian Restaurant that has opened here. My Mumbaikar friend tells me the Dosas are crisp, the Sambar is good and the Hostess (yes, Hostess) is extremely polite and courteous. When has Madras ever had a South Indian cuisine restaurant with a Hostess working in it ? I NEED to check this place out !

My personal life now. Well, its now like Rita, the roller coaster ride I went on yesterday at Alton Towers, a theme park. Except my life should now be called Nemesis, which strangely is the name of another ride at the same theme park ! I have been sharing a love-hate relationship with my life off late.

My sarcasm has reached new heights. Note to self: Not Good.

I just realized that my blog is akin to that of my friend's, FartingPen (on wordpress) He recently wrote a blog about how he has nothing really to say. (Except his is funny and mine is insanely boring, and I vouch for both those facts).

Now I'm bored. Bored of writing. Back to reading 'The End of Poverty'. And do let me know how boring this post was..

Adios..