Syracuse wants me t(w)oo bad

And its high time I came up with my next post. The best motivation a blogger can get is to be told that a reader misses reading new blog posts on my oh so unimportant blog. But on this occasion, what has driven me to write the blog is a restlessness speeding through my veins. It is a restlessness and sense of nostalgia that has gripped me since I set foot onto Syracuse university campus around the same time last week. By then I had gone back to one of my friends' place and lived one precious day as a student studying at the university. The only difference between this day and every single day back in the time period of August 2008- May 2010 was that on this occasion, I had no deadlines and submissions lined up and I was purely living only the fun part of student life.

What all I would give to get that life back! It is the life where carelessness is the order of the day. You have no one to answer to but yourself and there is this sense of peace in mind that is unmatched by nothing. So now that I've bored you all with some nostalgia that I have been feeling, I shall now narrate to you a strange coincidence which has a very low probability of occurrence.

I had been to Syracuse exactly six months ago in the month of November. The plan was to celebrate Diwali in the place closest to home - Syracuse in my case - with my near and dear friends. I had my birthday to finish off a grand trip and after an emotional roller coaster of a trip, I dragged my sorry self to the airport and was told that my flight was delayed. They wanted me to give them a preference as to when I would like to travel. I sensed an opportunity and told the airlines to book me on the same flight the following day. I felt a joy and sense of relief that made me breathe properly again. Suddenly there was no one strangling my throat squeezing me for breath. I had just gotten a second chance to spend some quality time with those I did not get to spend it with. And so I did spend that one day very well.

So I went back to Syracuse just a week ago and spent some really good time with all my friends there. And on my way to the airport at Binghamton, I felt the same sense of suffocation and shortness of breath. And as I was sitting in the airport thinking about how I had left (apparently) Syracuse for the last time, I saw a beautiful fog engulf the whole town and take away any visibility. Little did I know that it is this fog and the rain that followed which would send me back sooner than ever to Syracuse. And I felt...... [1]okay please refer to line 7 to line 10 of the previous paragraph. I was truly amazed at how I am probably the only guy on earth to get the same wish granted twice. People probably even feel jealous at how badly Syracuse wants to keep me there and does not want to let go of me.