MAQzine

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...