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by essdee1972 » Wed Oct 07, 2015 10:42 am
Sulekha, Chelpark, Camlin were what we were brought up on. That iron-y smell. The inky fingers. The absolute mess.
Beatings from the mater (it was the politically-incorrect 70s & 80s), due to ink spots on the pristine white school shirt! And school shirts had to be pristine white in those days, else your politically-incorrect teachers would make you kneel down or hold up your arms for insane amounts of time (say, one whole minute)! And ink had to be Royal Blue. Chelpark called it "Washable Royal Blue". Wrong branding, if there was one. It was pretty permanent on shirts!
The way a fountain pen, if you let it slip, would always land nib-first (I always liked how a nib, after falling on hard mosaic floor, would end up looking like a miniature jooti)!
The feeling when Dad let you fill a pen for the first time. And then yelled at you, because you managed to tip over the ink bottle somehow!
Using a razor blade flicked from Dad's shaving kit to clean the capillary of the nib. Blood mixing with the ink. Mom's scolding and some more whacking!
Blotting paper. Used more to observe the funky shapes when you jerk ink out of your pen, rather like what those psychiatrists do.
Ink spots on the classroom floor due to generations of students jerking their pens to get the ink flowing. Dad buying 4 pens before exams and ensuring I filled them all. Using those blue erasers to erase ink, ripping the page in the process..........
Mack, thanks a lot for the trip down memory lane! This was probably worth more than a spanking new Mont Blanc!
For most people when I was a kid, Parker was something to crave for. Unless you went abroad (and very few Indians did, way back then). Mont Blanc and stuff were like Rolls Royces - to be admired with a bit of the green monster gnawing at your insides!!
I remember my Dad's Parker 51. As far as I can remember, it was a famous model in those days, brown with gold cap and the famous "arrow" clip, looked quite like the Chinese Wing Sungs. He didn't write with it much, but woe betide if I even took it out. It was a gift from his brother-in-law, who had passed away at a young age, so it had lots of sentimental value for him. Sadly, it was lost somewhere in time, just like another of my Dad's classics - the Gillette Fatboy razor.
The fountain pens were replaced by the Pilot Hi-Tecpoints by the time I cleared school, and when I was doing my engineering, the blue-and-white Reynolds was everywhere. Since that time (about 1988) I stopped using fountain pens, rediscovering them only a few years back, after an almost-20-year hiatus. Now, if someone gifts me a ballpoint or gel pen, I in turn gift it to my wife!
I really have to give some TLC to my pens now!
Cheers!
EssDee
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