Beaver Tales

Friendster, in the three years that i’ve been using it, has brought into my life 3 good things.

one of them is this guy :

everybody, meet Kevin The Beaver!

22 comments January 22nd, 2007

August 11th

on this day, one year ago, i met a Martian.

we met at a coffee place while he was visiting Earth, but as it turns out neither of us were having coffee.

i found him to be a highly intriguing being, mostly because i didnt hang out much with his kind. it was a rather new experience to converse with a Martian, though at that time i didnt know he was a Martian. i knew he was different, and vaguely looked like a *something*, but i just couldnt place my finger on what that *something* was. identification and articulation of this something came only at a later time, in a bubbly outburst of epiphanic revelation – but that is another story and should be told another time.

i should probably be honest and admit now that i didnt immediately take a liking to him. i was very cautious, very wary about this Martian – i mean, who knew what his intentions were! Martians, as i have heard, can be very dangerous, especially when given the opportunity to be. and although he was friendly, he wasn’t warm. sometimes it’s hard to like someone who is cold.

sitting there in the coffee place, we talked about insignificant things. we talked about New York and its art galleries, we talked about haze and blogs, and we shared bits and pieces off the surface of ourselves. polite small talk, getting-to-know-you sorta stuff. i remember feeling slightly surprised that this was actually turning out to be a pretty nice conversation. i never thought i’d find anything in common to talk about with a Martian! this Martian is a pretty cool Martian, i decided. possibly a little bit mean, but still cool.

a little bit later on, he offered to bring me to his Spaceship for a looksee, and i jumped at the chance to. golly, a Spaceship, i thought! how bloody interesting! never one to pass up an adventure, i really did go with him to see. and it was a very spiffy Spaceship. not garishly metallic like one would imagine, or complicated in all its red-and-green button splendor. this Martian’s Spaceship was actually very simple. a beautiful kind of simple, a tasteful kind of minimalistic. Earthling artwork adorned the walls, and a black organza curtain hanging in the middle of the spaceship fluttered whenever the wind sighed. the whole Spaceship was made out of smooth cement. i wonder how it flew – isnt cement very heavy?

after that first day, we met up again for a second time. and a third time. and a fourth time. our initial meetings used to feel very rare, almost as if each time i saw him just may be the last, and so i kept count of how many times we met each other. but after a while i lost count. i have since learnt the joy that lies in losing count.

but soon, it was time for the Martian to leave. his stay on Earth was long overdue, and he had to leave for Mars. before he left we didnt have a final proper goodbye.

that was a year ago.

one year ago at this very time, i’d just finished school and was probably spending time with my then-boyfriend before going out to meet the Martian. but now- now being the 11th of August in the year 2006, now being exactly one year after we met each other, i am here in the Martian’s planet. i’m visiting. they have Starbucks here, and that is where i am as i sit here typing this blogpost.

i’m waiting for the Martian – he’s busy right now but he will be here in a bit. this wait is just a momentary lapse in time. and when he comes back, our interplanetary relationship will resume. he will give me 719 Martian kisses, and that is to make up for all the time and space that comes between us during the empty days that we do not see each other. the empty, hurtful days when we are operating on different planes of existence.

i am in his world now. i am immersing myself in it. and i will put up pictures.

22 comments August 11th, 2006