Just the other day I found an old fountain pen that I used during my school days …..

…. broken nib and everything else intact.

It immediately transported me back to my 4th grade in school when we were all scrawny 10 year old’s on the threshold of graduating to another level in our school life ——— THE PEN USERS. Close to the end of the first term in the 4th grade, it was announced that based on how neatly we maintain our notebooks (in pencils) few students will be allowed to write in their notebooks with FOUNTAIN PENS….

Oh the madness after that was unbelievable. Everyone was writing at turtle-speeds because they wanted to present their best handwritings and be able to graduate to the pen club. I was hoping I would be the first one in my class , but my arch nemesis (at the time) who-used-to-use-her- pinky-finger to space her words was the first person to be awarded the high honour. ( as I’m writing this I can still remember how much importance this event held back when we were 10 years old) ….

Anyway I was the second person and I immediately announced to my parents that I need a HERO PEN (which was promptly shot down… I finally got one of those when I was in 9th grade) , I was provided with a maroon coloured pen which wrote very well and a pot of ink. Within a month the entire class was writing with fountain pens. It was nice to see the different pens people brought to school. There were classmates of mine who had hero pens (and I was stewing away with jealousy)

On that thought , I’m off to fill ink into my Mont Blanc