As usual when I woke up at 1.30pm for my daily shift, on Aug 17th, 2010, I felt a tinge of freshness because of a good sleep. My watch had just showed me 1.30. I rushed to lavatory and was barely done when I heard my mobile ringing. It was a call from the cab driver at 2.10 to suggest me to board the cab in the next half an hour by 3pm. I did some mental calculation and found out that there was something wrong, either with the driver or with my watch.
I preferred to check the later first as it was easier and was in my vicinity. Unfortunately my watch betrayed me and it was late by 20 minutes. Nevertheless, I did manage to overcome those 20 minutes and embarked on my almost 35 miles journey without fail on time. Nothing worthwhile happened in the office to mention here.
Except one thing. When I checked my watch at 9pm, it was dead, an expected outcome. I was un-easy and perturbed the whole night (I work night-shift) because of that. Every other second my focus was my watch and I was contemplating over my schedule and was planning and cancelling out different time slots to get my watch repaired on a certain day.
Next day was a perfunctory and a humdrum daily routine. Again I had got the call from the cab-driver to board the cab by 3.00pm.
But it was not a usual departure like every day.
I was in a fix. It was choosing either the deep blue see or the devil. I thought of wearing my watch and then abdicated the idea. But again I thought why I should miss my watch, my love. At first I thought, since it serves no purpose, so let it be where it is (it was at my bed lying alone and must be missing me). Then I thought it has been a true companion in my thick and thin days without complains for the last 7 years.
So I conceived of a notion typically associated with the mothers and teenage lovers, when they refuse to leave their wards (mothers, their babies and lovers, their beloved ones). And I relinquished the idea of being callous to my watch and extended my support during its bad days, which it deserved. I would be lying if I do not mention that being generous to my watch was my innermost feeling. It has to do more with the emotions than with logic. As a true friend I picked it up cordially and placed it on my wrist with élan. I don’t know what happened after that but I really felt a lot more relieved and content. As an inveterate teenager who keeps on giving a cursory look to every girl/boy who passes by, I looked at my watch many times the same way!!!
But it never failed to show its consistency of being dead! It never took trouble to greet me with its movement. and it was stuck at 9 o’ clock. At 9.10 pm I decided to go for my supper, my watch took me by surprise as it was back from the coma and was moving its limbs which I found hard to believe. I thought it was just a momentary act which will vanish in thin air in a short while. Thinking that I forced that thought out of my conscience.
But I was destined to prove wrong.
Hours passed by, I was over with my work and had to leave for the day. It was early morning 2a.m (19th Aug).
I checked my watch; lo and behold it was exactly right!!!
I could not believe my eyes and was again under the impression that it must be my hallucination and accused my blind love for it evoking that kind of response. I decided not to budge from the fact that my watch was long dead and I reprimanded myself for being so un-realistic.
Again hours passed by, I was excessively concentrated on my mobile phone and book rather than on my watch when I was again taken aback by my watch. Some anecdotes from the book which I was reading at that point were sweeping through my mind but my watch was recurrent in the sub-conscious. My love for it refused to cow down when I gave nth look to it with a deep sigh and silent smile.
To my astonishment it was matching my mobile watch, the other watches and was up-to-date with its usual pace!!! It had started working properly.
Within 24 hours I had gained back the love and confidence for my watch. This strengthened and cemented my love for it. I am sure; this incident will be etched out in my memory lanes for once and all.
My watch taught me two things.
First if you really love something or somebody, you just need to shower the love and need not expect the same in return. Your act will be a boomerang and you will be surely rewarded for the same.
Second important thing; affection and love should not be devoted only to the people but it should also be spread across to the in-animated objects to feel content and satisfied. It would also avoid reclusiveness. Nothing happens without reaction which is also supported by Newton’s 2nd law of action-reaction. Every activity will yield some kind of return no matter if it is as per your expectation or contrary to that.
I loved (and still love it profoundly) my watch and was rewarded for showing the faith in that(I did not leave my watch when it was not working).
Now as a matter of fact I have chosen an unconditional and everlasting love and have promised un-barter system for my watch and for all other things and people.
For me love is not an object but a process. I just want to immerse in it. While I was writing this, I have been looking at my watch over and over again. And oops I realized it’s time to bade good bye
-Anoop Maurya
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