“I wish I could work like you: not bound to an office and just working when I need to, wherever I be,” a friend who works at a reputable international development organization said today.
“This lifestyle is not that easy, neither is the work,” I tried to comfort him.
“You know we have a little patch of land back in the village,” he went into a deep melancholia, “And we have been planting some some fruits there. Some vegetables too. I go there on some weekends. Plough the land. Sow the seeds. Water them. We have two guava plants and a few orange trees and you know they were just laden with fruit. I don’t even have lunch when I am there. I think I want to stay there. Kind of getting tired of life here.”
“Going for the whole day to sit at a desk and coming back after dark, it’s not really very fulfilling. It seemed fascinating when we graduated but it doesn’t anymore. All these meetings and conferences. God knows what I am eating. A couple of months back, I thought I was having a heart-attack. Was hospitalized for two days. It wasn’t a heart-attack but I don’t know what’s happening. I exercise and all.”
“You should take care of your diet.”
“It’s not that. I just don’t see a point of a successful life in the city. I feel better at the zameen.”