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.

When you do nothing at all

Yes, this title to the blog does sound like this Ronan Keating song which was used for the movie Notting Hill. But the theme for this blog is more on the lines of joblessness at work rather than love or romance. So if any of you are looking for a nice breezy love story or some gyaan about romance and relationships, you can close this page and enjoy the whole song I have given a link to. For those of you who have been and will be jobless at work, please read on since I can guarantee that you will be able to relate to it.

If you were to ask an online dictionary to define joblessness, they would define in one of many ways which include "Having no Job", ""Unemployment occurs when a person is willing to work but currently without work." But my definition currently is "The state in which someone has a job but has nothing to do at work for a particular period of time." I am writing this piece of literature sitting in office only because I am feeling joblessness to its full potential at this very moment. I wish I was as creative as these innovative people, but unfortunately I am not. I prefer to put any little creativity I have to writing out this blog post. It seems like a long time since I blogged, but it was only a week ago that I blogged last.

The other thing I've been doing is use gmail chat to its fullest potential (barring video and voice chat, for they'd strangle me at work if I used those) by pinging all those people I've been out of touch with. It turns out that the number of people I pinged is a pretty big number. But then again, I guess its good that I got back in touch with them. I got a chance to find out how many of them had actually forgotten I existed till I pinged them (just kidding folks, not blaming anyone, don't send me any e-howlers). I also got to know how many people I had forgotten to keep in touch with (not kidding here).

Nobody to blame here, since circumstances are responsible for all that happens in a person's -----Forgive me for this piece of boring gyaan I am giving, its the joblessness thats getting to me! I wish the IPL games would happen from 930AM to 5PM PST. So that way, I wouldn't have to think twice about what can keep me occupied when I am just not in the mood to do work. You folks still reading?? Well, you do have Some patience, I tell ya! In any case, for those still not drooling away on your keyboards, think back to the days when you've been jobless at work, and I am sure you would have done similar things to kill time.

As one great person said, being bored is a precious thing, a state of mind we should pursue; And thats exactly what I've been doing since I walked in to work on this fine day. Oh and there was a meeting that was supposed to throw me off-guard by being one hour long, but as it turns out, it lasted only a few minutes. Murphy of Murphy's law fame is always with me for anything and everything. Lets just hope he isn't with you guys all the time.