Recycling

My Early Encounter with Martin Sirikanjana

When I first heard the name Martin. What I had in mind was a man I thought was the same as me. In this land of the White Elephant, I discovered one fact, from the very beginning of meeting him.

Martin Sakiranjana is the name, the original descendant of the White Elephant who that day approached me with a smile in one of the city parks, a place that I often use to spend free time, busy writing there.

His style of speech and gaze were indeed pleasant. Near me we are like people who have been familiar for a long time. I never considered it anything.

It was not the first meeting I had with him. It was the one hundredth or often countless number of meetings that had taken place between the two of us, whether it was intentional or not. Coincidentally when I walk, I meet often.

Uppss.it seems like it's not just a coincidence that I've been through, but it's destiny. Regarding that I have not much to refute and obviously I do not know if indeed one's destiny has been determined since birth, he said, but once I heard someone say that whatever happens in this world happens is not just a coincidence, but it is a form of destiny.

Destiny that has been determined since the self is in the womb of the mother's stomach. When I heard that, I never denied it and chose to be busy with my personal matters.

Recycling feelings that at that time burdened me in every field I was studying. Day after day that passed filled each sheet of paper with the phrase yearning, a kind of chronic illness that I felt. There is no thing about ease in the self that has been silent to slam feelings. Quiet self-perceives a pervasive form of inner void. I felt longer, just in the form of a simple sequence of feelings of restlessness and indeterminate direction, there is no vocabulary that arches this memory into a clutch. Eh? Crooked means. Sorry, wrong word.

I will tell you the beginning of my meeting with Martin Sirakanjana which actually happened at one of the airports. Do you know Suvarnabhumi International Airport?

The airport I might have imagined was in the middle of the city. About 25 meters east of Bangkok.

When Wapta left that day and he gave me a parting gift in the form of a diary book that until now I still keep with some writing that has filled it. That's because grandfather, if grandfather does not know I keep the diary book, until now the diary book will be stored neatly in the package.

Because it's special. Limited Edition's. Giving a woman I've liked for a long time. I just couldn't afford to tell her how I felt, the diary now contains my own writing.

While writing there, this hand I tried to give carefully save the poem I had written for Wapta.

Regarding that already missed chapter to chapter from before, far possible. Tired also not, I wrote this flashback story in a separate way between the ambyar and the faint throbbing that is actually a unity of all this interconnected between one and the other. Like a puzzle that was originally random and did look chaotic, slowly but surely will form a charming arrangement.

I am not very good at writing things. Currently in the room, speechless staring at the window where there was a blue sky with clouds that were flowing pure white.

Suvarnabhumi International Airport is about 25 meters east of Bangkok. I was there, sitting in one of the chairs holding my hand tightly with a feeling I could describe as making me feel lost, feeling that I would not be able to live and it seemed like the departure of the Wapta brought a piece of the inner heart that was now exhaling with a burst of thought.

Imagine if this self is in the middle of mountains, alleys and ravines that are wide. Also, I was alone there. At that moment, I wanted to scream as much as I wanted.

As much as the feeling that was in my mind and about Wapta, I was like a madman who asked me softly at the languidly silent heart. Yeah, I exhaled a tight breath. Mumbled to look ahead there about this thing called separation between me and him? Moreover, at that time what was in my feelings that I had been holding, all that could not calm me down.

Sitting daydreaming. Both of my hands are still holding the Wapta-given diary. The driver who had taken me to the airport had gone home. I reasoned there was something I wanted to do. In this case if I frankly say my answer is to dream. That is what I currently want to do or perhaps reconcile my feelings like losing a precious pearl in my life, almost priceless.

Sitting daydreaming. Both of my hands were still tightly holding the Wapta-given diary. It was then that I stared at one of the women sitting next to me without the slightest thought of her introducing her name.

Do you know what I heard at the time? Martin? Name's Martin. That's the impression of a first experience in life that is not necessarily this direction, a fortune I know it.

Martin Sakiranjana's. The full name he mentioned at the time. At the end of the name I was not surprised, only at the beginning of the name that made me like a new person. Indeed, it was only a while ago that I arrived in the land of the White Elephant. In my brain there is no information, more precisely there are many things I do not know than just a name that now makes me feel pangling towards myself.

I'm talking using the translation in the app. Because I wrote there, that I had just arrived here and did not know the true language of thai. He offered English, especially I said I was just a high school graduate who often skipped when Junior High had English lessons. I lie, but in English, do not ask. That was my expertise long ago.

Just lazy. And it feels like I'd rather listen to his voice recording and get it re-examined. Being listened to many times while wanting to learn the words until my senses catch the response that thai language feels is easy for me to say. We keep talking.

One more hour waiting. He came too early for the departure time to fly to Australia, wanted to spend time on vacation, he said.

Yeah— back then there were a lot of conversations. A little forgotten about the departure of the Wapta. Martin Sirikanjana came like an angel who healed my mind.

I thought he was a messenger who was deliberately sent to relieve the feeling I was feeling right now. But, it is impossible because I am not a religious person.

The astonishing thing. Regarding his words that make me almost like a person who has known for a long time, there is no burden that I say as if talking to one of my friends. Most people call the woman a friendly person. At Suvarnabhumi's international airport he was even light-handed, without much thought of helping his grandparents' lovers to help them sit down carefully while revealing his genuine smile, then start a warm conversation with them. Saying a variety of friendly greetings and introductions that I don't know at that time I didn't care much about staring at all that.

I looked at her with a guessing hand gesture and a glimpse of her smile. And I recorded it a little and translated it back.

In the middle of their conversation. I decided to go from there. He stopped me again and gave me an address card he said he had come from a holiday to Australia. When he returned to the land of the White Elephant, he told him to stop by his house. One more thing I felt was strange.

Again it uses translation through the app. I was almost half embarrassed to speak with the help of a translator app and the woman said a lot of mistakes were going on in the app.

Because he's a native there, being able to speak Thai more fluently and more freely which he said was translated on the app could have been wrong and very much different when I tried and wrote it, then give the text to him.

I was caught up in the conversation again. I was looking for an excuse, Grandpa was waiting for me at home. The woman understood and said carefully in the street, do not daydream.

I'm leaving. The footsteps had already walked away from the woman who had given me the address card while thinking in my mind it was the end of the meeting between me and him. Because even though he gave me an address, why would I come to the house of someone I even just met. What his parents said later, especially do not know limited to a brief introduction that is impossible to pass and desperate to visit his home. I imagined the strangeness and chose without much care.

I don't fully speak Thai yet. When I visit his house what will I talk to them about? Oh, my God, just imagining my hair goosebumps and at that time I thought that was the end of my meeting with him. Goodby.

I turned around and worshiped, unintentionally doing so. And gosh? I was stunned, looking at the woman who even returned the prayer with her friendly attitude.

***

I never thought. My estimate turned out to be a big one. On that day, the first day when entering college at one of the universities in the city of Bangkok. We both accidentally passed each other.

My eyes were wide open, in disbelief. She was the woman that day we met and chatted with each other for a while at Suvarnabhumi international airport. It turned out that this was his first year in college and it was just like me who was like him.

It was like a dream yesterday afternoon, like a tinge of light enveloping the landscape at the north pole. I still can't believe it and murmured with what I saw. Also, he is the same. It hit me in the arm and it was like a surprise we never thought we would.

Believe it or not? That was the beginning of my meeting with Martin Sakiranjana which continued to happen in different places, unintentionally and for some reason from that day on, unintentional meetings happen a lot and I know this relationship is like a tied rope and it's hard for me to let go.