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This is my 13th day in Bangalore.

Yesterday was my first day in the training program at ThoughtWorks.

This is going to be yet another entry in the list of posts that depicts boredom more than anything.

I missed one of the greatest upsets in recent footbal history, because of the failed cable network.

Its past mid-night and there is a football match going on, between Spain and the US and the cable network is down.

Am just testing blogging from my phone using Vodafone GPRS.

I am busy packing stuff to go home.

I spent most part of yesterday reading about Edward Said and Mahmoud Darwish, the most prominent of Palestinian thinkers and poets respectively.

My Bachelor of Technology course is over.

I love Java, and I think I will be doing a lot of stuff in Java once I start out at ThoughtWorks.

Yesterday, I happened to watch the show ‘The Buck Stops Here’ presented by Barkha Dutt on NDTV 24 X 7.

Taking a tour through the orkut albums of some of my friends from my school, I happened to see a photo of us in the playground, shot after a game of cricket.

Last week, we celebrated the birthday of one of my friends.

I am about to finish my college within five months.

The Barclays Premier League is halfway through, and it has been one hell of a ride.

Well, I have been trying to change for sometime now.

Modern day football has become a professional game of the highest order, where money speaks loudest, player loyalty is as rare as silverware for ManCity, and big clubs poach youngsters from clubs with smaller financial muscle, with trick or crook.

ManUtd’s last outing in the Champions League did not yield the kind of result I expected to witness, as I sat and watched the match in the very early hours of Thursday morning.

Okay, I admit you have heard those words before, but I could not think of any other title as I sat to write about Diego Maradona’s unveiling as the Coach of Argentina’s football team!

I’m forever blowing bubbles, Pretty bubbles in the air.

The football tournament at my hostel is back.

Yesterday was a great occasion for football in India.

Ever since I wrote the third part of my article about the trek to Agasthyamala, I was caught up in a stream of pretty exhausting activities.

After the forest guards were convinced we didn’t carry anything illegal and we were introduced to our guide, we set out on to the trail.

After the breakfast, it was time to start the real journey.

It was early March, the college was going forward with its usual disregard for people who were not much interested in what went on in there.

Last Monday, Chelsea completed their 80th unbeaten game at Stamford Bridge.

We lost the match 3-2 , even after leading twice.

It is yet another football tournament at the hostel.

We happened to go through old photos and this one brought back memories of a trip down to the Kovalam beach.

It has been said again and again about the beautiful game of football, but never before in my life as a football fan have I seen those words materializing before my eyes like Derby’s recent performances.

Yesterday was a great day for me

I have been pondering on writing a blog for so long and I was confused on what to write .