1. If there were gems in our OIST batch: she was the brightest among them.
2. She looked handsome. Being from Carmal Convent she could speak English fluently. All boys were in love with her. All boys! No exceptions!
3. After not-so-good stint in the first semester where Amit Chaurasiya got first rank: Swati got a whoppingly huge score in the second semester. I got seventh rank. I wondered if she even knew about me.
4. Being versatile and dramatically talented-she used to get bored easily. She could dance(Nach baliye…) ; could mimic on stage(Irrfaaa…n pataan…) could command respect from everyone and could score well on CAT aptitude tests when it was no longer college academics which interested her.
5. Talented people get bored easily. I had no respite but to regularly attend college. OIST campus was beautiful and spacious. My attic on the first floor in Chhatrasal Nagar was not enough to make me feel serene. I used to meditate for many hours: day-after-day and year-after-year in that campus. Seeing her used to be the reward of my meditation.
6. The day they were ragging juniors: our batchmates: i went to library to show my passive resistance as well as to utilise my time well: to my astonishment Swati also came to library followed by Vyas(who certainly was jealous of me!)
7. She was the first one to wish me Happy Holi in the third semester. The words kept ringing in my years for many eons to come. Being a damsel she lived near Apsara Talkies. We had only couple of meetings in which i read some poems to entertain them. There were four of us that day: the day Jishnu declared I was going to be a new founder of a new religion.
8. She kept appearing in my dreams. She was bold. Truly a genius. I don’t think she was a great reader but definitely- she used to watch lots of TV. Had braces on her teeth for a while. When I used to take biography of Napoleon to class which Ankit Jain used to read with me: she also began reading some books. Like mobile ring-tones in the third semester: i don’t think it was a mere coincidence. She was reflecting our kinship.
9. It was only on the last day i looked at her face. I looked at it without shame or trying to hold anything back. Our head of the department and some other students were present. She laughed.
10. Strangely: she didn’t accept my friend request on Facebook later on. Maybe she never saw it. She was charitable and might have adopted a boy or a girl. She was ambitious: mocked our getting selected into Cognizant as “sadee see company mein ho gaya”: I was barely sustaining myself then. I thought to myself: “here we part.” She must be a millionaire by now!
11. Strangely: I can’t form her image in my mind. Only some memories. Mostly sweetest. She kept coming to my dreams. Did I say that already? She was Aditi Billore of our college. My enlightenment rendered me incapable of creating images. There’s no build-up. No sin. I can’t muster images.
12. I wish her a very happy birthday. Whether she liked me or not is as much of mystery as anything else. But she seemed to have it all: leadership skills, charisma, brilliance and beauty. May you reach the heights you aspired for wherever you’re!
13. This post might put me on radar of Vyasa, Gautama, Yogesh, her brother, her husband and other fans: but you know : I am past that phase. Have fun!