What I sang this year.

So 2015 ends today… No big deal, we’re dying everyday anyway (Positivity FTW). I was doing my end-of-the-year cleaning, which means I transferred the songs in my laptop to my hard disk (priorities) and thought it would be nice to share with y’all the songs I kept singing  this year. You know, like a tribute to the year that is now ending.

  • Ed Sheeran

Enough said. If the dude ever sang something, chances are I too  sang those throughout the year and will be doing so in many more years to come.

If you have any doubts about his calibre (which you shouldn’t), then listen to these live performances of the man.

(^That’s when he sold out 3 nights at Wembley. Just him, his guitar and his loop pedal.) Genius man. Ain’t he like, really, really cute? ❤

  • Kodaline

After Ed Sheeran, my favourite is the Irish band, Kodaline (Do all Irish men sing? Sheeran is part Irish, BTW.). In addition to the songs, the videos are pretty damn good too.

The above two videos contain a dog. Hence, it is cute AF.

Some of these songs make me tear up a bit. A teensy bit. In a good way though.

  • Sia

Sia is an absolute legend. Listen to these!

Heidi Klum AND Pedro Pascal in a video together? :O :O :O

Normal people mights sound like a dying animal when they sing Salted Wound. Not Sia, though. She sounds pristine!

The Elastic Heart video was highly controversial according to some people. I liked the song, and the video. Shia Labeouf has done real well

  • Lean On

You know that song which you totally die for at the club? That song the slightly intoxicated version of you have choreographed dance steps for? This one is mine. I tots “fire the gun” and “blow kisses” when a DJ puts this on. 😀

  • Whatever Taylor Swift came up with this year.

Tay-Tay is queen. I do not love all her songs, but whatever I like, I cannot stop listening to.

  • Coldplay

I have a confession and it is that I did not like Coldplay a while back. Very few people know this about me. But then, Hardwell made a remix of A Sky Full of Stars and life hasn’t been the same for me. Coldplay is my pick-me-up. It clears my mind, their songs do. I feel energized and powerful and full of life after a good session of Viva La Vida. Paradise made me cry the first time I listened to it and is usually playing in the back of my mind at all times. The Scientist is just beautiful, how can people create such good stuff?  Fix You is cool too, I just get the vibes of a nursery song from it in the beginning.

  • Lifehouse – Everything

I couldn’t find the official version of this song on YouTube, but this is the song. We did a skit in school with this song playing in the background and since then I have loved it.

Sidenote: I was the evil of ‘Alcoholism’ in the skit. The teachers must have thought I suited the character really well or something.

  • Lisa Hannigan

What’ll I Do Without You , I Don’t Know and Knots are mighty adorable. They are just soo simple and happy songs. I like. A lot.

Lisa Hannigan brings me straight to Damien Rice. He said this about her in an interview, “I love her so much, and I love her so much that I love that she hasn’t spoken to me – because even in that I have learned so much over the last two years”. For some reason, it breaks my heart that they broke up.

  • Damien Rice

I was introduced to this dude just a month or two ago and I really love these two songs from him – 9 Crimes and I Don’t Want to Change You. Raw emotion is what it is.

  • This Mashup

Also, this lady, Megan Davies ,majorly talented.

  • Happy Little Pill –  Troye Sivan

Sivan is a year younger than me and is already on his way to absolute stardom. I am reminded again of how old I am and how less I have achieved in life. #NotCool


  • Royals – Lorde

Even after 2 years of listening to it almost every day, I am not tired of the song. I don’t really know why.

  • Hozier

Remember me wondering whether all Irish men could sing? Turns out they probably do. Hozier is an Irish heartthrob and music creator. Take Me To Church, Someone New and Work Song stand testimony to that!

  • Imagine Dragons

Demons. Radioactive. It’s Time. Those I sing everyday, still. The music gives me chills sometimes. It’s that good!

There are soo many other songs I sang this year, and some of them aren’t even English. These songs, however are on my “favourites” playlist and mean something to me.

So, yeah, New Year and all that ish. Have fun you guys, stay safe, be happy and keep being kind to one another!


me 🙂


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There was a time, in my 12th grade, when I was trying to decide what I wanted to do with my life. Everyone seemed to want to be an engineer or a doctor (Not many of them are happy with their choices. That’s another story though). So, obviously, everyone around me was writing entrance exams to get into engineering or medical colleges and I sat there, knowing only that I did not want to do either of those things (I ended up joining a law school, much to the horror of my Chemistry teacher who couldn’t fathom anyone learning science for 2 years and then doing something which had no relation with it).

This meant that I was left to my own devices to figure out which colleges had courses that suited me. And even if they did have the courses I liked, were they good colleges? Each website I went on showed a different ranking and that’s irritating. I did not want to be too far away from home or be in some college which was far away from city centre. And money – that was a big issue too. Even when all these fell into place, there was still the issue of how much I would be able to adapt to the environment of the college. Did they have fests and clubs I could join in? Was the infrastructure good? Did the placement cells really function?

Too many questions, too many websites, not enough information, too much confusion. That was me in the summer of 2012.

But then, a couple of weeks ago some nice people approached me from CollegeDunia.com. I visited their website and was instantly sad for not being a couple of years younger. The website has information about 10,000 colleges in India. And when I say information, I do not mean ranking or some basic description about the college.  They give you the courses the colleges offer, news about admissions procedures, the fee structure, infrastructure and other facilities on campus, faculties (and their qualifications so you don’t end up having to visit the college’s website to figure all that out like I had to!), college brochures, images of the campus/their events, placements, similar colleges and mostly all the details you’ll ever need. And it doesn’t end there.


You know how there are so many college fests happening around the nation and you need to prioritise which ones you need to go to? You know, finding the ones that fit your squad’s vibe? Well, the website has information about that too. And exams. And any major event you want to know about. The CollegeDunia news page is laden with information and honestly, it is worth perusing through them just so you don’t miss out on stuff. If you’re in college or going to be in one soon, that is. Trust me, it’s nice to know things.


Honestly, I spent a lot more time than I will admit to in the website. I creeped around looking at photos and videos of different colleges and looked up all the facilities colleges had these days. For anyone who is in college, take a look at the CollegeDunia news page. It will keep you updated. For anyone who is looking for higher studies and trying to find that right college, take a look at it for any news you might need for admission to colleges which suit you. It will be of immense help. Seriously.

P.S. They also have an app for Android. Get that here – https://play.google.com/store/apps/details?id=com.collegedunia&referrer=hover_banner

P. P. S. If you are not one of my Indian readers, I am sorry, this isn’t for your benefit. You’ll like the next post. Promise ❤

Going Back to the house I grew up in.

I remember the day my parents told me we were moving. I was at my grandma’s place I think, and they told me over the phone that my mom got a transfer at work. This meant that we would have to move. Move to a place where I would have to get in to a new school, go away from my friends most of whom I had known for 12 years, even more. Move away from the home I grew up in. And slowly, I realised that it was the home I was going to miss. People, you can meet anywhere. The home would be sold and new people, strangers would move in. It will not be my home any more. I didn’t cry at the thought, but I was devastated.

So while my parents were looking for a new place to  stay in, I devised plans to make them change their decision about selling our home. None of them worked, of course and we moved.

2 weeks back, after about 6 years I went back to the house. The house I grew up in.

I was waiting to feel all the feels come in. I expected tears, I expected sorrow for weeks, I saw myself sitting in the huge hall of the house just thinking about the times we lived there.

The truth was hella different, actually.

As my dad was driving us to the house, I couldn’t help but realise how tiny the town was. I couldn’t help but notice how small the roads were and I was sort of scared that our car would lose control and we’d fall into the deep canal  on the side of the road. I felt people staring at me and that was uncomfortable.  Imagine not feeling comfortable in a place you called home for 14 years.

And then we reached the house and it looked very different from when I lived there. Things had changed, the new people had renovated our garden, our car porch. There was a new larger house next to mine and it shadowed the house.

I did not like it.

Then, we went in. The people we sold it to had leased the house to someone we know and they had invited us to visit them and have a look at the house. I was thrilled to see the house but I was more thrilled to relive my childhood -that big house I remembered was the background of majority of my memories.

But only, it wasn’t that big. It was small. Much,much smaller than the one in my memory.

The big hall where I wanted to sit and think about the past was as big as my current room. The tiles were a horrible brownish something colour, the cupboards looked ancient and there were multiple termite mounds in the house. Not huge ones of course, I would have run away had that been the case. But still, I did not feel the feels I should have felt. Or rather, was expecting to feel.

My room, the room where I spent time studying and reading and sleeping looked odd. For one thing, it was painted pink. I do not enjoy pink rooms. Secondly, there were teddy bears hanging from the ceiling and every corner of my that room. I could almost imagine them coming to life at night and sucking my blood or and tearing my kidneys out. Not cool.

The kitchen, where I sat on the slab and ate bad food (I didn’t like my mom’s cooking when I stayed with my parents. Now, since I have moved, I want it everyday. Such is life.) looked tiny and when I tried to sit on the slab to reminisce, my head hit the overhead drawer – I have become taller.

Everything was wrong. I felt horrible and a little guilty for not feeling a certain way after going to a place which meant a lot to me in the past. I was all ready to leave. But then I came out and saw this tiny area on the wall outside which had black spots on white paint. And then the feels came.

You see, we had many dogs when we lived in the house and one of them, Julie, lived the longest and was the most beautiful and intelligent non-human I have ever met in my life. (To this day I have a theory that Julie was actually a proper human being. She was soo lady-like! More like an elder sister to me, I’ll say.)

Julie and one of the 9 pups she gave birth to. Ignore the other being. That’s me and I do not want to talk about it.


Julie was a Dalmatian and so we painted her cage in colours of her coat. The new owners had taken down the cage but one of the walls of the cage remained, and that still had the colours on it.



And it hit me then. It wasn’t my home or  school or friends I missed. It was the homeliness that I missed. The happiness of coming back from school and patting my dog, lazing around in the couch until my parents came home, eating all the junk food and leading a pretty easy life. The house obviously played a very important part in the growing up thing but what played a more important role was the bond I had – with my parents and my dogs. The small, cosy, comfortable home is what was amiss. But then again, the bond never changed.

Everything else has been substituted in the years – the friends have changed, my room, my clothes, my habits, my lifestyle, the way I think and speak – everything has changed except that bond.

It was because of this reason that going back to the house didn’t sadden me. Because it is just a house to me now. My home is elsewhere and the only thing I don’t have now that I did back then are my dogs and especially Julie. She really was the best ❤

So, keep the bonds alive. At the end of the day, everything else is going to change except the love you have in your life. And if that is in place, no other change will matter.