Memoirs of a Memory with a Song.

Don’t you just detest it when a perfectly brilliant song is ruined because some jack-ass halfway around the globe decided to make a memory with you precisely when that song was playing and then BAM! three months later he isn’t there and the perfectly brilliant song is pooped. Yknow, there are categories of songs- the mediocre, the good and then, there are the brilliant.

The mediocre are the ones which find their way into your playlist because
– someone gave them to you via bluetooth
-a dude shared his playlist with you to get you to listen to grunge rock
-a break up
-by mistake
-really sad sitcoms which make you think ‘wow that song is brilliant’ and then you download it and listen to it on repeat for 567 hours and then, by the end of it you are ready to puke.
-initially a brilliant track which slips to the mediocre because of *surprise surprise* the MEMORIES.

The good ones are good primarily because they are cult classics, I mean, Pink Floyd will never become mediocre because a d-bag decided to ruin it for you. NO! You always come back to life after Pink Floyd, literally. And then is John Mayer and Coldplay and ABBA (and ronan keating). And Death Cab For Cutie (at least some of their songs. I don’t know why they decided to sing for Twilight- the Meet me on the equinox). Some songs never die. I mean, yeah whatever some guy might ruin one or two of those ‘classic’ songs but forgive them. They know not what it means to dance to ‘I will follow you into the dark’. Word of advice, limit these classics to those you know will NOT let you down. Ever. EVER. Like best friends or parents or children. That way, no one can ruin good songs for you. 🙂

^that is a really cute rendition of I Have A Dream, ABBA. Watch it :’)

Then come the brilliant ones. These are comprised mainly by The biggies themselves, each of us have our personal favourites and I wont name mine but you would which songs figure in your list of brilliant, wouldn’t you? The ones which you always listen to, anytime all the time. Like I could listen to Fix You for-evvvver and never get tired of it and I would not let anyone ruin that song for me. No one is allowed to dedicate it to me. No one is allowed to expect it from me. This is MY song. and will remain so because it is too precious for me. The words are too personal. If this song is dedicated to me by someone I love and then he breaks my heart (or whatever) then these very words will prick me and make me bleed. So I wont let anyone burst my bubble. And if you really love me, you wont dedicate this to me.
You could, however, dedicate a ‘Baara maheene mein baara tareeko se’ to me because that song is already hopeless. It means all that you want a love song to and then too it doesn’t stand a chance of getting ruined with a memory because the song already is at the lowest level of music. Seriously. LOWEST.

^Don’t watch this if you aren’t ‘READY’

Now, it isn’t just sad memories that attach themselves to songs. there are songs to which you have joys and birthdays related to. There are songs which make you smile no matter what. there are those songs to which you danced on your first night stay or the song you sang to your BFF after the epic fight or a song you dedicated to your mom on mother’s day. Some songs become good from the mediocre scale because of the memories so never underestimate those underdogs, you!

^Like this one, that I’d love to sing- fights or no fights, we are stuck with each other Pie. Oh, Happy Birthday! 😀

But getting back to the sad stuff (because sad things always appeal more, sadists we are),
I missed out one more category of songs. they are the happy songs which mean nothing. Or sad ones, the blues, which say absolutely nothing to you. Yknow, the kind to which you were introduced to because someone dedicated them to you. The conversation goes like:
Random person who knows you- ‘Hey, this is a nice song and I, in my right senses dedicate this absolutely nonchalant piece of music to you!’
You- ‘Oh, alright gracious man/woman/person, I shall listen to it right away’
And then you and that person become really good friends, lovers, pals, siblings, online facebook open relationship partners, whatever, and slowly you drift away BUT the song still remains on your iPod/Walkman/Really awesome phone like SGIII. And while you’re on a long journey the song begins to play and you remember that friendship (or affair) and just…smile. No bitterness, no joy either but just a memory that does not affect your emotion.
Like, right now, I am listening to ‘Addicted’ by Enrique. No, don’t judge me it is a really nice song okay, whatever. And  this song has become rotten by all the so-called dedication but still it has managed to remain on my playlist and I have no memory associated with it whatsoever. None!

So, lesson to be learnt is just one:

Nothing fixes a thing so intensely in the memory as the wish to forget it.

Don’t fight the memories and don’t fight the world from making them for you. If some guy, in his mushy weakness dedicates ‘Perfect two’ by Auburn to you, just smile and listen to the song. And then, remember the song. Memories are a part of life. We wouldn’t stay up at night if it wasnt for those wretched memories and future-planning. Happy or sad, songs and memories are intricate and you can’t argue over the fact that a little bit of heartache makes the songs even more beautiful, ’cause lets face it- even though you categorise them as mediocre because of the sourness attached to them, they are still there on your playlist, aren’t they?

Let life play itself out. 🙂

A final treat for you-


Living life like a boss. And CAKES!

Whenever I feel lazy to type in a blog entry, I start hyper ventilating. I keep saying to myself (while I procrastinate)- ‘OMG, Sweta, this is it, this is going to be the last time you try to write something and your blog will slowly decay into oblivion and no-one will care’. I start thinking of topics. Every thing, even ants and dust seem to motivate me to write but nothing is ever good enough. I know, some of you do read my blog regularly (have i ever thanked you enough?) and some don’t (why, WHY?) but will it matter if I stop writing?

Now this is not a quest for fishing compliments. I am only just being honest. I would miss a blog if it dies (given that I like it already and it is awesome and its death is untimely). I love the blogs I follow and I read them regularly. I am like this dog that returns to its place of worship but then, there are days where I just don’t feel inspired enough to write something substantial. I mean, hello? I have a standard to keep here! So days go by before I write something for the blog and by that time the stats fall down to a trickle. Shaa, what a waste huh?

Anyway, so what i was saying was that every time I decide that ‘that, that post was IT and my blog will definitely die NOW’, I get a new follower or a new like or a new comment. Something positive always happens and I get all bubbly and bouncy about it. I feel like a little girl on a sugar rush and my fingers automatically type in a new post. 😀

So here’s one for today-
I have been on vacation. post-exams I have nothing to do but laze around, surf the internet, watch TV, watch movies (i recently watched Casablanca, An accidental husband, Autumn in New York, Lost in Translation and Barfi :D), watch House and catch up on Gossip Girl. Oh, and blog. And Read!  It being international book week and all, I decided to buy one of the International best sellers. I am currently reading Shantaram. I am loving it till now and I am only on the 30th page. Shantaram is also my mum’s gift to me on Daughter’s Day! (thank you ma!)

Thats what I did last night- Some old wine, a new book, and chocolates. 😀

My mother’s going on an exchange programme to Germany as a teacher representative and India being a tropical country, we were short on the required woollens so she and I went shopping. She bought her stuff while I looked around the clothes and wandered into Crossword and then, I got stuck. All the books literally stared back at me so I went through some of them (Catcher in the Rye, What Young India Wants, etc) and then decided to buy a book instead of buying clothes. And the moment in which I made that decision, I felt so happy and grown up. I felt like I was buying something that was for life. And so, I am now a proud owner of Shantaram, by Gregory David Roberts. And then mum and I went to a cake shop and I ate a big slice each, of  Blueberry cheese cake and Chocolate Truffle Cake. And then I was bloated. And then we went out decided against having Puchka. We ate Puchka nonetheless and happily trotted back home.


Double yumm.

I read the first page of the book out loud (because it was that good) while mamma tried on her new acquisitions. Oh, and she recently purchased a saree for herself which I wore as well, yknow, just to try it on and my god did I look awesome or whaaa? 😛

India, Incredible India?

Life has become and endless session of TV-Internet-Shopping and phone calls and I am not complaining. College reopens on 1st and holidays (for Durga puja) begin soon after so yes, I am living life right the way I want to!

-Enjoy and don’t detangle!

Is the world big enough?

How big is the world? How big does it have to be to matter? To me, the world with all its gazillion people, is already too big to be ignored and Fortunately or unfortunately, the world does matter to me. It is officially, too big to be ignored. I cannot possibly understand how anyone could say ‘I do not give a shit’, because whoever says so LIES. Everybody lies. The world is too big and you are too small. The world doesn’t give a shit about you not giving a shit, if that makes sense.

It definitely means something to me if someone is hesitant, not unwilling but hesitant, to let me into their world. I am nineteen and there are high chances of me having met you after the better part of you has been nurtured, wired and programmed to behave in a certain manner. And that is perfectly fine. Even I have my tantrums and setbacks, I have my thoughts in a twisted concocted manner which are sometimes far beyond what people expect off me. But we are two different people and differences are welcome as long as we decide to work upon them and turn them into something that would unite us. Okay, no that isn’t possible I know. But we could at least try, right?

the world is big enough to matter. And I am old enough to matter as well. So if you want me in your life you might as well tighten your belts, pull up your socks and do all the other wardrobe stuff and bloody well make me feel a part of it. Words, they are stronger than texts and actions, they are stronger than words. And hugs? They are the strongest! Take the first step and for once, don’t make me give you the surprise. For once, make me feel like the lady. Make me feel less like the man in charge and more like the damsel to be rescued (no, i am not in distress). If you’re my friend then send me an essay about us. If you like me then tell me. If you don’t, then might as well say that and end the facade. ANd friend, if an essay is too much, then just make a plan to meet up with me.

You are a but a tiny speck in the world, but hell, without you the world, my world is incomplete. So you better feel like yours is incomplete sans me.


– Love & extremely tangled!

It is so awesome to be:

Blushing again.
Dreaming again.
Smiling for no reason.
Spacing out.
Did I say blushing?
Thinking like a doofus.
Feeling like a princess.
Checking the phone for texts.
Checking facebook for pictures.
Calling late at night.
Skyping late at night.
Listening to songs.
Listening to classy songs.
Listening to girly songs.
Finally understanding the meaning.
Then smiling.
Then blushing.
Then covering your face.
Liking silly updates.
Then feeling silly.
Then smiling again.
Gushing about someone.
Feeling super happy.
Feeling super duper happy.
Jumping on the bed with my room mate. Just.

It is so awesome to feel these things again. To have a crush.


-to being tangled ❤

Why I wont miss second year.

I finished my final final viva exam. No, that isn’t a word repeat error. I actually gave my last final exam for the second year! and when i waltzed out of the conservative dentistry dept., I actually ran to the canteen and jumped in joy. and then I shouted out for my roomie (who was nowhere to be seen) and then I found her looking up patients (already) and we hugged while the bedazzled patient looked on at two girls hug in their aprons (or doctor coats, for the layman). That was a quiet a scene. We adjusted ourselves and controlled our joy, straightened our hair and gave the poor boy a prescription for his gingivitis. Well, we didn’t, our professor did but, oh well.

Anyway, that was that.
Second year is finally over and I will not miss it. I’ll tell you why and I read this somewhere. I am going to list the things that I will not miss about college (or second year, for that matter) and therefore fell happy. That is how the glass-half-full people look at life, right?

the people
The people in my college are not my kind of people. In case you have read some of my previous posts about college, I have made it insanely clear that I have exactly ONE good friend  (my roomie) and then there are two others who fit into the list of people I can like and the rest are nagging, self-proclaimed-know-it-alls who merely attend college because they happen to be in the same state as the building. State= the geographical state. Dont get me wrong, they are all nice people but just not the kind of people I would miss, since that is the whole point of this post.

the curriculum
The curriculum for the second year is vast. VAST. And I do not understand why the DCI doesn’t provide us with a concrete syllabus. There are so many hazy lines in the syllabus which are unclear and I, like the nerd-good-girl that i am, had to study everything. I can safely say that I know more pharmacology than at least 40 percent of the med students and that is no mean feat, given that the government increases the number of MBBS seats at the rate of cancer!

the city/town
So a few months back Dominos opened up a franchise in the B-town and it was more crowded than Calcutta pandals during the pujas. I mean, people it is only just pizza and not very good ones at that! I went in to my usual coffee place and ate donuts that day to defy the public trend and to prevent being killed in a minor stampede that occurred shortly after the first pizza was called out to a family of 5. Yes, grand mommy wanted pizza too 🙂
And that is probably the most happening place in the city/ town. There’s a pub too, but the DJ plays very sad songs which are remixed with bad beats. Impossible to dance. They do not make a mean screwdriver either. And I had fallen into a bowl of green chutney in there so I avoid going there out of embarrassment.

the fights
I have fought with, misunderstood, disagreed and lost touch with ALL the important people in my life. Be it my best friend or my boyfriend. This year has been way too exciting for me and I could do with some sort of balance. I am working on it. I have already got back two of them and I don’t really want the rest back so Yay! I will not miss the fights but I will miss the plotting and planning my roomie and I had done to sabotage her ex boyfriend’s new relationship. But then, we decided that we might have more fun feeding laxatives to the ones we hate and went with that. but then our conscience kicked in (angels, we are) and we did not do that even though we had a full bottle of Mag. Sulf. in our hands. We resorted to making fun of the drunk guy who proposed to her and clicked funny pictures of our other room-mate, which if leaked online will cause the poor soul to kill us.

the politics
No, the politically inclined have not left college. They still cheat in exams and get undue favours and think themselves to be the kings and queens of the world (how small is their world?!). Those of you who know me on Facebook might have read or even shared/liked a certain Open Letter that I had written (which was subsequently deleted by ‘people’). but I decided that my life is far above their dreams. Like, my reality is more cherry-on-the-cake than what their aspirations will ever be so why bother? I distanced myself from them and I refrain from acknowledging their presence in my life from this moment on. Also, I am scared that if I turn into Rani Lakshmi bai in front of them, they might just harm (read: rape) me or my roomie. Better safe than sorry, eh?

the studying without understanding
No further explainatino required in this one. We all do it, and you know why and how and all the details.


I know, this isn’t the fun and frolic post that I should probably make my BIG return with after my hiatus post exams. So yeah, here’s the fun part.

I am amazingly relieved that the wretched exams are over and I finally get to go into clinics and kill people. Muhahahaha. Okay, kidding. I am shit scared of the fact that i can just kill someone with a wrong or perhaps, a right diagnosis. I am surrounded by people with shallow aspirations and I need to breathe above the muck. and such dangerous thoughts help me. I am crazy, no? Haha.

Anyhoo, I am certified to touch your teeth now. So if you are prepared to let an under trained person do you, err, your teeth for a fraction of a cost, call me.

See my teeth? Ha.


Dont. Trust me. Dont call.


-tangled and joyous!