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by Saalik Siddikki The digitalized era has deprived us of many small and simple fascinations that we used to enjoy till four five decades ago.  One of the enthrallments was a rhythmic tick . . . . tick . . . . tick of pendulum clocks. When I was about 6 and, being the only child of my parents, also was all alone in the house to play with my toys, I was not allowed to go out to play with the street kids for longer periods.  So, I fell victim to indulging in my own world of fantasies. And most probably that was the only reason that I got into the habit of deep thinking, creative visualization and self-talking.  I read about these subjects in the fourth decade of my life that, quite interestingly, became my favourite subjects for study and practice. To be very fair, these three subconsciously developed habits have always played a vital role in saving me from mental collapse on numerous occasions. Sometimes, I wanted to take down the clock to put it among my characterize...

The digitalized era has deprived us of many small and simple fascinations that we used to enjoy till four five decades ago.   One of these enthrallments was a rhythmic tick … tick … tick of pendulum clocks. At the age of six, and being the only child of my parents, I was all alone in the house to rule my world of toys and not allowed to go out to play with the street kids for longer times. So, I fell victim to indulging in my own wishful fantasies and pendulum clocks were my chums and buddies of total solitude. Sometimes I wanted to take down a clock to place it among my characterized toys to watch them closely.  I never expressed this kiddish desire to my mother for fear of admonition.  I had created characters of my own choice; both friends and rivals except the clocks.  It never occurred to me to tag them with some names like toys.   My mother would say "Look at the clock, when it strikes the hour, your play-time would end".  We had two...