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Today I bought myself an Ink Pen

Today I bought myself an Ink Pen.

‘Hero Fountain Pen’ was the pen I last used in school. I remember the slim capsule like shape, with the body in colours like dark blue, black, maroon and green and a common golden cap for all. It made its slight weight felt when held. The joy was buying an ‘ink bottle’ as an accompaniment. Along with a sheet of a lurid pink ‘blotting paper’ to soak up the ink stains, if at all.

As I opened my package I marvelled at the changes I noticed. As compared to the Hero, the pen I bought today is sleek and hardly weighs anything. No more ‘ink bottle’ to go with it either. This one had a pre filled ink cartridge that just needed to be attached.

Ink-Pen-Sirimiri

‘Yeh pen leak toh nahin hoga na, Bhaiyaa?’ I found myself asking, a habit from all those years ago when we shopped for pens for school. The shopkeeper gave me a blank look. His newly sprouting upper lip should have been proof enough that he has never used leaking pens.

Pens that sometimes leaked and stained the tips of our our thumb and forefinger. Stains we proudly displayed to everyone ready to see. Ink stains that proclaimed that we were no longer ‘babies’, using a pencil to write with, but we had grown up and now used proper pens. Ink Pens.

Writing was certainly a pleasure with the newly acquired ink pens and we couldn’t wait for the teachers to hand us an assignment that required us to write in class. All our concentration was on filling blank pages with inky writing and we strived to write as neat as we could. After the writing was done, the next job was blowing on the paper for the ink to dry, before we turned the page. We didn’t want to smudge our pages, did we now!

School holidays meant cleaning out the school bag and pencil box (Yes, I was born with my OCD) Washing the pens and the refills, wiping them dry with tissue paper so as to not scratch the gleaming exterior (OCD, again) and filling it with fresh ink and setting the pencil box again.

Ink fights, mock and real, that we had by splashing our pure white sports uniform and shoes with ink. (yes, despite the OCD)

Ink-Pen-Sirimiri

Today I bought myself an Ink Pen.

However what I really did was wipe the dust off cherished memories that had faded a little, like old ink, but could still bring a smile to my face.

 

 

20 thoughts on “Today I bought myself an Ink Pen

  1. Mayuri, may your pen never leak and stain your fingers 🙂 I used to dread writing with the fountain pen, we called them. My fingers were perpetually stained and my white school blouse had blue ink marks from the shakes and jerks I used to give my pen while writing. Cleaning the nibs was never my priority 🙂

  2. It’s after ages someone has mentioned a blotting paper. I almost forgot about them. I looveee ink pens. I used to own a couple of Windsor pens… And yes would wait for the assignments to write with it. Those were the simple joys of like. A pen and an ink pot

  3. I just loved reading it. I had forgotten all about the ink pens and especially my maroon pen with the golden cap, I was so fond of it. Your post took me back, in the alleys of nostalgia of how happy was I to get promoted to 5th Std. because I was graduating from writing with pencil to finally writing with a fountain pen. If yours was white sports uniform, mine was white uniform everyday in the summers so you can imagine how much the ink stains must have been traumatic for my mother. I feel immensely glad to not have missed reading this post 🙂

    1. I could imagine your mother’s horror! But those memories are the one that wrap us in their warmth, don’t they. So glad you enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it, Anamika:)

  4. Oh, I remember those days and pens. My elder son is fond of the ink pen. He did buy a few complete with the inkpot. 🙂 I haven’t used one for ages. Come to think of it, I hardly ever write with pen and paper now. Sometimes, I write handwritten letters or help the kids with their work. Happy to say that the handwriting still stays good.

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