Forbidden Navel Show
Jenny The Alien Girl
Dear
Jenny,
I
would have never come to know that you are an alien, if the topic of a navel
show would not have crept up while discussing why people love to post photos of
their feet. Your theory that “I am not in the mood to show you my face, see my feet”.
I agree to it. I prefer that you have to begin with the feet on a vertical
journey at my body. It’s a message, I am proud of my feet; they take me places.
Whatever, my suggestion was that the navel is the only source of prenatal
existence and we should proudly display it to remind that our microcosm has a
definite relationship with macrocosm. The navel has many shapes and is an index
of the mind. Decoration of the navel by tattoo and pierce rings is therapeutic.
A proud declaration of existence in an otherwise a meaningless and purposeless
life. I requested you to show me your navel. Initially you were shy and tried
to laugh it off, but when I insisted you declared that you don’t have any navel
since you were an alien. It was a shock for me. You were earnest in your
declaration. Everything started falling in place and a complicated puzzle was
solved. From the very beginning, I was skeptic about your human form.
You
were mysterious from the very first day. You had already left a house without
saying goodbye, just because you could read the mind of your host. That was
your first alien quality I noticed. After that when I told you about CC and you
could presume everything that happened between her and me. You quickly explored
CC and found everything about her. I just do not much care about the past of a
person, nor I am good like you in drawing conclusions based on casual remarks
posted on social websites. Though I admit that all these things have a bearing
upon us and nothing happens without a reason. Only an alien could be that
potential geek.
When
I asked your opinion about the CC’s remark in her letter that she wrote to me
“Oh V-, you are not just a good man”, you were hesitant to accept that it was
meant to be a compliment. You were fishing for some covert negative meaning in
it. I believe in intuition, though you are suspicious almost about everything.
It is nice to start a relationship with an element of doubt at every step till
the person proves himself trustworthy. I usually do not bother about other’s
opinion and act as natural self. You had no reason to trust me moreover; you
had recently met an unpleasant situation with another man. It did not put
myself under any pressure to act differently than normal self. People are so
accustomed to artificial life that anything natural upsets them. Can it be my
fault?
I
do not know what else am, if I am not just a good man. Jenny I asked you also,
but you preferred to remain silent. Being an alien you had some mechanism to
dissect the human behaviour by primordial genetic code. You must have been
surprised to read my genetic code. It has been mutated by my “will to power”.
That makes me a good man without any conditioning of the mind. But you know
what, I am sick of being known as a good man. It stops me from freedom of
choice to be a bad man. Good men are the big losers.
In
the cave temple you were under trance. Apparently, you were communicating with
some other world. While returning from the cave temple we did not speak a
single word. Your alien character was obvious and I was suddenly happy in your
company. Tranquility was communicated. Our plan of revenge had evaporated and
aggression had diluted.
You
were constantly making me think of CC. Once you told that, you would trail her
and meet her. If you do so, I will be grateful to you. I want your perspective
about everything. You have a comprehensive approach in analysis like an author.
I am not just curious to know everything, but I also hang on your opinion like
a thread of breath. You look at our life as if you are viewing a video game.
This kind of mechanical neutrality is disquieting for most of the mankind. I
think I appreciate it. I believe in the mechanism and eventual failure of it.
Live
long, as if you have nothing else to do.
© Vipin Behari Goyal
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