Recent news item in the media about HMT in troubled times kindled some memories in me to come up with this article

1. “What will you do now dad?” I was checking in my laptop to ensure that I had all the materials required
for the training schedule before leaving for the railway station when I heard the question. My daughter
was watching the news in the television. I was wondering whether some derailment or ‘rail-roko’had
popped up suddenly to affect my travel plans. I asked her what that was about. The channel was airing
a news item about the Indian brand of wrist watch ‘HMT’ is coming to an end.
There is a reason for her to quip me on this. Despite having a good collection of wrist watches my
affection of HMT watch is known in the family right from my grandpa to my daughter. Over a period of
time through service awards, gift from friends and off late on my twentieth marriage anniversary I have
received my eleventh wrist watch; Indian as well as foreign brands. But given a choice, I will wear my
favorite HMT only. Only after pressure from family members and a final ‘lovely’ glare from my wife I will
wear another one for occasions but soon will revert back to my old one.
I told her that my favorite watch is still in working condition and as far it is ticking there is no issue at all.
I dashed to the station, got the train and when the train started with a whistle, I glanced at my wrist;
right on time. While the train darted forward from the station my brain travelled backward with a speed
much, much more than that of the train to my childhood days.
During my school days watches were a luxury item among students. Like the early years of Aluminum,
where only Kings and Lords were used to have spoons and forks made of aluminum, while others had
only silver and golden ones, watches were won only by selected, elite, rich kids. If somebody come
wearing one, he/she was regarded as elite class and there will be a melee to see the watch from close
quarters. HMT, Camy, Westclox and Favre Leuba were coveted brands of the seventies. Students used
to borrow the watch to wear them on the day of “group photo” day where a class photo will be clicked
once in a year.
No, I was not lucky enough to have worn a watch during my school days, for that matter not even in my
college days. I got my firs watch presented to me by a neighbor, the year I was graduated and by that
time the college days were over. It was a Casio F5, with a push switch that will illuminate the dial for
five seconds. Day in and out I adored and adorned the same, only removed it from my wrist when I
went to bathe and toilet.
The one I bought for myself was a HMT and the model named as KAJAL. There were four varieties of
that when it was introduced and the most sought out variant was a black case with a golden colored
dial. I made a ceremonious ritual everyday wiping it before wearing and carefully placing her back in the
case before going to the bed. And till this day, this very moment, she is on my wrist. Even when I was
awarded with gold plated Titan for my long service with the pharma company which I have worked for, I
replaced it the very next day with my good old ‘Kajal’.
Along with me my ‘kajal’ have traversed India over a period of thirty years. Barring a few occasions,
where the balancers and the spring was a cause of ‘non-ticking’ days she has done her duty dutifully.
Even then there are expert mechanics who put her back to action.

2. These are troubled ‘time’ for wrist watches with the arrival of mobiles, tablets and iPad and no wonder a
company which was orchestrated as “time keepers of the nation” is near the exit, with its future bleak.
Sometime later I went to sleep and woke up with a jolt of the train in the morning when it reached the
outskirts of the city where I have to get down. I just glanced at my wrist, right on time; she is doing her
job. The company’s future may be at stake, but she will be safe with me always, ticking, ticking,
ticking….