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When was the last time I wore a watch? I guess it was almost 2 years ago, during my initial days in my current firm. Work necessitated buying a mobile...which came with its inbuilt timepiece. Since then, I've never really had to wear a watch. Actually, I never liked strapping the stupid contraption around my wrist. What was the great urgency anyway!

My current watch ran out of battery recently and I noticed it only when the hour it showed looked rather odd. My watch is rare in its characteristic of not having a seconds arm, and so a malfunction isn't readily visible. I actually loathe watches with a full-dial seconds arm. Why do people need it other than to indicate if the machine is still working? And they you really need it, can't they come up with a mini dial?

I've never worn my other watch and its battery ran out a long while ago. Hey, that reminds me of something. Even my digital diary is powerless since long and I need to salvage a few phone numbers before I lose them forever.

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