In 1948, Murthi (Anna) stood first in the 1st year of BSc (Tech). At the same time an
unknown benefactor died and left some money to help fund the education of a student. As a result, Murthi
was the recipient of a scholarship of ₹24/month for a year. A princely
sum of money!
Being a sensible young man,
not yet 20, he wanted to spend this money on the right things, starting with the
first ₹24/-. His best friend and adviser, Nagarajan, who was a whole year older than him, and with whom he competed to stand 1st in class, was called upon to help make the decision.
After much research, including multiple trips to the library, discussions, and arguments,
Nagarajan & Murthi decided to buy an alarm clock.
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The alarm clock, a prized
possession, worked as it should for 8 – 9 months. One day out of the blue, it stopped
working. Murthi & Nagarajan tried everything they could think of - wind the
key till they could feel the resistance of the spring, put a book under one leg
so that it tilted at an angle, shake it, bang it on the table, cajole it - but
it would not work.
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Murthi was so upset that he placed
the clock face down on his study table.
Lo and behold, the sound of the seconds ticking by could be heard
again. The Blankey clock kept perfect
time and the alarm rang only when it was face down!
A few days later, Murthi “generously” gifted
the clock to Nagarajan, on the pretext that Nagarajan needed to get up earlier and study harder, to be able to beat Murthi in the next exam. Murthi hoped the clock would soon fail and not wake up Nagarajan in time to study. Murthi was also relieved to get rid of the clock that
so disappointed him. Soon Nagarajan got
tired of the "work only when face down" clock and returned it
to Murthi.
When Murthi graduated, on his visit home to Erode, he left the offending clock with his
father. His father, KPV, told him not to
worry and that he would have the clock repaired. Every clock repairman in Erode and Namakkal
tried to fix the clock. Each time, KPV
would pay them ~₹5/- for the repair.
Each time it would work for a few days.
And when it stopped working, placing it face down was the only way for
it to work again. The clock stayed with
KVP for years.
The Blankey Clock moved into
a single room at Komala Villas with Krishnamurthy. It remained temperamental. Stopping at will.
Working only when face down. Being fixed at various watch repair shops.
One Saturday afternoon in
summer, Krishnamurthy, returned to his room at lunch time. The door was open and there was a slightly
built man in the room. Krishnamurthy looked at his table. All was
where it should be other than the “work only when face down” Blankey Clock.
Krishnamurthy looked at the thief and asked him to return whatever he had taken,
and the Blankey Clock was returned to Krishnamurthy safely.
Krishnamurthy used the
Blankey Clock as much as he could.
Eventually, many rupees poorer and disgusted by the clock, he took
it back to Erode and gave it to his father.
The Blankey Clock languished in Erode for many, many years.
In the mid-60s, Nagarajan visited Murthi’s parents in Erode. Murthi’s mother, Ananthalakshmi, took Nagarajan
aside and asked him if he could help her with something. Nagarajan immediately agreed - after all he and Murthi had been friends since college!
Ananthalakshmi said, “There is
a clock in the house that is not working.
Can you please take it to a large shop in Madras and have it fixed?” Ananthalakshmi went out of
the room for a few minutes and returned with the Blankey Clock held carefully
in both her hands.
What happened after that has been lost in history. Some of Murthi’s relatives claim that the clock stayed in the house in Erode for many, many years. Many people continued to try to repair it but it never worked.
:) I remember some clocks in our house that have a similar story. Of course they have remained in our family home forever... never traveled outside...
ReplyDeleteBut this is an amazing story... Sangs!
Enjoyed reading it and the simple narration is exquisite!
Thanks Pradyum. It is stories like this that become family lore. My uncle, the Krishnamurthy in this story says "Even today just mentioning the word Blankey results in us laughing non-stop while at the same time frightening us that we might have to encounter it again."
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