My Man

Chapter 4

Arthit's POV

Why do people have to work?

Why do people have to earn money?

Well if I am going to start speculating life then I should start with why does mankind had to evolve?

For the stone age man, the greatest challenge would have been to hunt good prey or keep the fire going in his cave. He would be satisfied with a tummy full of food and a fire to keep him warm if he had a cave along with it that could shield him from weather or other predators now and then.

No need to wake up in the morning and cross the town in a moving contraption that I shamelessly call as my car which fails the whole purpose of reaching your destination fast, because of its poor condition and the irritating traffic.

No need to toil in front of a computer turning your brain to mush.

No need to put on fake smiles to deal with morons and big-headed suppliers on most of my workdays.

All for what? Just to earn the three meals of my day? To be honest, humans have complicated life by trying to make it easy for mankind to live. We claim our era to be technologically advanced when in reality we have become nothing but a bunch of brain dead robots. As Einstein said, 'when technology surpasses human interaction, the world will have a generation of idiots'. And how damn true that is.

When that final thought settled in I couldn't help but wonder how I would be better off living my life as a caveman than to deal with yet another day of this mundane life. I was tempted to shed my clothes and run into the forests of Africa and join some tribes to live the rest of my life away from all the shit I was complaining about above. Then again I don't know how to hunt and it wouldn't be long before I get kicked out of there as well. That last thought irritated me further and I banged on my car horn angrily taking out my frustration on it.

"Move it asshole" I shouted at the car before me earning a middle finger from the guy in front. He fixed me with a murderous look as he shouted back, "Open your eyes jerk. It's a fucking traffic jam." I slumped back noisily against my seat making Sarah bounce a little in her passenger seat beside me. She yelped when her lipstick smeared across her cheek leaving a red trail contrasting her pale skin.

"What the hell A?" she demanded while throwing a glare my way before rummaging through her purse to find some wet tissues to wipe it off. "What has gotten into you today? Why are you throwing a tantrum like you are PMS-ing?" she asked while fixing her make up.

I would have talked back to her on any other day. But I was tired. Tired of whatever was happening in my life lately. I let out a deep sigh and rested my head on the steering wheel closing my eyes to get a hold of myself. If you want the truth, I was stressed with the recent turn of events. When I am stressed, my mind wanders to unknown territories and pops up philosophical wisdom out of nowhere which is the reason for my earlier rant about mankind.

It has been two weeks since I stumbled upon my friend Prem and he had been staying with me since then. In all my years with him as his best friend, I had never seen him break down as he did on that day. After an hour of crying, his tears had died down to sniffles and sobs. I had slowly treaded the territory after handing him a glass of water that night, to ask what had happened for him to lose it like that.

"You know how they always say love gives you the strength to face any situation, overcome any problem and surpass any difficulties in life?" he started slowly his voice hoarse with all the crying. I had no idea where he was going with his philosophy. But I didn't interrupt him either and let him talk his mind while I listened to his words intently.