Would-be Memoirs of a Watchmaker

Looking at my first watch repair kit on the table, I was thinking about how I became a watchmaker.

Alright, alright! This is not really a memoir. It is more like me talking about a subject so exciting to me that it is literally spilling out of my ears. Bored out of my mind by the routines of normal life, I was ready to take on something new. A hobby; yes that is what I was after. I went through the usual list. What are the most common hobbies, I wondered. Stamp collecting; too boring. Reading books; I do that every night anyway. Bike riding; seemed interesting, but I knew I would lose interest. Then a friend of mine suggested something to me in passing. I picked up the word “Watchmaker” from his drunken slur. Perhaps that appealed to my diligent nature, or perhaps it promised me a little time away from the world, but I couldn’t keep the thought out of my head. I could already picture myself doing watch-repair work, my watch repair kit lying open by the side, magnifier in place, concentrating harder than I ever did in school…

Yes, I knew then that watchmaking would become my hobby. You might say that I didn’t choose it, it chose me. First, I began to search for a decent watch repair kit. I had no idea what I would need, so I decided to go for a used one, hoping that the original owner would help me out somewhat. I was right; he was more than happy to pass on a few instructions to me along with his watch repair kit. He was heart-broken to part ways with it, but was compelled to do so by out-of-his-control forces. Anyway, as I opened it up for the first time, I balked. There were so many tiny instruments in there; screwdrivers the size of worn down pencils, tweezers as small as cashew nuts. I was intimidated at first, and later I was irritated.

What I didn’t realize then was that watch repairing work requires patience. I learnt this the hard way after ruining a great many watches with my sudden bursts of rage. Something kept me going during those times. Perhaps it was the fighter spirit inside of me that prevented me from quitting altogether. After a few months of diligent work, I emerged victorious, with my first successful repair work in hand. I spread my arms out wide and declared myself the king of the world.

From then on, there has been no looking back. I repair all my friends and family’s watches. In fact, I have opened a small business on the side that allows a little extra income to flow in and keeps me occupied for hours on end. Thank god, I am not a slave to routine anymore. Every evening I look forward to opening my watch-repair kit and going to work. That is after I have returned from my ‘official’ work.

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