Confessions of an Idle mind

The clock shows 2330 hours. I had a filling dinner and was waiting for the match to start. Yes, a football match on tv. A sport that I had started watching in the past year. Very engrossing. The sport that a majority of the world followed. The sport which had made legends out of mere men. Heroes out of boys with a passion for it. That which had seen many highs and lows. From half line goals to brawls on the field and massacres in the stands. It had everything in it.
Back to where i was. Awaiting the kick off for the most hyped match of the year. Barcelona versus Manchester United, Champions league finals. I believe it doesn't get better than this. Now I'm not a ManU fan. I am prejudiced against them. I don't know why. Which is probably why I term it a prejudice. But I have to say they are a formidable team. I respect the game they play and how they play it. There are the parts of their game i despise. But lets just keep this diplomatic. Every coin has two sides.
So, square one. I'm waiting for the match to begin. There's 45 mins remaining before the players come on to the field and shake hands in the spirit of the game. 45 minutes where my mind was idle. Nothing struck me. Absolutely nothing. I like to say "Absolutely Nothing" in the British accent. Fascinates me, their accent. Feels like the perfect way to speak English. The stiff upper lip and the pompous tone. Reminds me of Russel Peters' imitation of an Englishman. I wonder what will go through my head when i actually meet an Englishman or even worse go to England. Rude yes, but I might burst out laughing on their faces.
Revert to the living room. ME on the couch, remote in hand. TV is on and the ads are going on. Vodafone's ZOOZOO's appear. Not the most fascinating creatures. Nor are they cuddly or cute. Annoying things in white and grey. The only thing that makes these ads bearable is the concept of portraying the services in certain ads. Commendable performance by Ogilvy n Mather. That s the advertising company for Vodafone. Even the pug, and "Happy to Help" was by them. Those were ads that made heads turn, that etched itself in your memory. Everytime you see a pug, you are gonna think about Vodafone formerly known as Hutch. Isnt that a brilliant strategy?!
Deviating too much aren't I? The screen turns red and the next ad starts. The build up to the match resumes. 4 "experts" are discussing and debating the outcome of the classic encounter. Predictions begin from starting line-ups, to who will score, how many injuries and gibberish. I think to myself, "Do I really care about what these people have to say?" I think to myself, how these four grown men are debating like kids, trying to prove their superiority over the other or to show the world they have the superpower of precognition, can do it without feeling even a little dumb?! Maybe the big bucks they get shadows their sense of, I don't kno, SELF RESPECT?!
Back to where i left it. The build up ends and the match is about to begin. Graver confessions in part 2.
PEACE.