To All The Girls I've Loved Before

I first heard this song on the radio on a show called “Between the sheets” during school days when I used to solve Maths sums late at night. And you thought I am not a good girl. Huh.

So when I first heard this I was like 15 and thought what a cool dude the man is. Went out and down all the girls and still had the audacity of accepting it all. Back in those times the secondary school, sweethearts I saw were impossible to be separated and we even planned how their weddings would be and breakup was the next impossible thing. I never had a proper ‘love’ and all my likes and oohs and aahs lasted for 2 days and then phussss. I wondered what is wrong with me. So I loved the song, it became my love anthem and I thought that yes it is absolutely okay to have random crush at so many of the silly boys because when I turn 50, I would have something like this to write about my life and eventually nail the Nobel or at least the Pulitzer. Judge me :D

Years rolled. 2014. Valentines Week. The rj of the show “Between the sheets” posted this on his wall:

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Anil Srivatsa

February 14

To all the girls I've loved before.... who've travelled in and out my door... I am glad they came along, but I dedicate this day (and this song) to just one girl I love to the core. Happy valentine's day my love! — with Deepali Srivatsa.

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I was very very happy to read that. I have always loved Valentine’s Day. All those who constantly defend their morkotness behind the age old every-day-is-valentines-day, are idiots. There are special days which must be celebrated. So going back to the topic, this song! I heard the song the first time after leaving school on the 14^th of February this year, after reading that status. This time I felt like it is a sad song. Not a song for the stud as I used to think back then. You can actually imagine the morose and lonely singer sitting on the rooftop with his guitar and a bottle of whiskey while he sings this, remembering and contemplating life. Because all the fun and variety of youth would finally find their own destinations and the restless bee would be left alone, in one of those dark corners, where he will have life experiences galore but not someone to tell those tales to. Men, accept it, you need us. Today and tomorrow. The SAME us! 

My college is about to end. 2010-2014. And suddenly, there are break ups everywhere. A recently heartbroken friend concluded that men need immense amount of time to mature and hence she should have known this would have been the final outcome of weaving dreams with a classmate. I get those what-would-you-know looks when I try justifying the sticking around and trying more policies. With time everything loses its charm and then you hunt to find new ones and end up gathering experience, love and good time from everyone. Who likes extra baggage? Says the hep and smart society, says this song.

 Really? What are we? Pigs?

And then there are nice gestures and people who celebrate their nth year of being together. Happily? Sadly? Matters? 

I can just speak for myself. After the initial lets-try-to-be-cool-and-stay-out-of-love years, I have become this sappy, melodramatic idiot from B grade Bollywood movies. There is nothing cool or awesome or modern or reassuring about that. I believe in love and commitment and long term and everything else that is a turn off. And that stays! And about this song, I still love it.