Wednesday, October 31, 2012

In search of the nostalgic MISAK Fountain Pen (in Hyderabad, India)...PART 3...Hari's Misaks


This is Part 3 of the Misak series…a kind of guest post…text and photos contributed by my friend Hari Balakrishna…

I had posted both parts of my search for Misak pens as one post on Fountain Pen Network along with the photos…and my Hari…a fellow fountain pen and watch enthusiast and fellow FNPer had written an enthusiastic response to my post and also posted photos of the Misak pens he had acquired…I thought his photos of his pens would give a sense of completeness to this present series on Misak pens…I asked his permission to have them on my blog and he agreed enthusiastically to this idea... so…here are the photos of Hari’s Misaks with the description in his own words…

Jai,

Thank you for taking the time to finally document the legendary Hyderabadi Misak pens.  Very little is known about them other than what you have so nicely presented. 

I own 4 Misaks. Here are some pictures:

The very first one that I bought from the now untraceable shop on RP road...

The same pen...uncapped...

Misak (Regd) stamped faintly on the barrel, hope I have been able to capture it adequately...

A Group photo of the others, the second one is courtesy you, thanks! The last two were kindly sent to me by another generous Hyderabadi FPNer whose FPN handle is anup.singh in Feb2010 that he had found in a shop at "Chandanagar” close to BHEL Township in Hyderabad for a princely sum of 15 Rupees each!!

Both 'Chandanagar' Misaks...uncapped...

The nibs are quite worn, but these are Misak branded nibs, also the clips have Misak on them...



Thank you Hari for your warm response to my post on FPN and the beautiful photos of your Misaks...it was a pleasure having you as a guest on my blog...

Tuesday, October 30, 2012

In search of the nostalgic MISAK Fountain Pen (in Hyderabad, India)...PART 2

This was truly unreal...I had to hide my excitement... I tried to look nonchalant... I opened the caps one by one...the first FP had a gold band on the cap...the nib had Misak on it...wonderful...the second one had no cap band... this nib also had Misak on it...more wonderful...the third one with the arrow clip turned out to be a ball pen with an ‘ancient’ looking refill still in it...no harm... it is always nice to have a complete range of a pen brand, if possible...in fact, I did not want to leave any Misak behind...I then asked him some general questions about the Misak brand...he said it was a very popular brand in Hyderabad at one point of time and of course now it is closed and the owner has migrated to the US or Dubai, he was not sure... very casually, I asked him the price of these 3 pens...by now I think he realised that I was hooked...and told me that he is offering me these pens at cost price, although these are now antique pieces...and he can ask for more...I just smiled...and he offered me each pen at cost price...which was fabulous...

Now I had 3 Misaks...two FPs with custom Misak nibs, something I was searching for...the ball-pen added variety...and there was a tremendous sense of satisfaction...as if I had made the pens myself...

What is special about these pens? Nothing much...they are simple looking ebonite FPs with no frills or fuss...but for a whole generation of Hyderabadis...Misak meant ‘fountain pens’... 

And this happened around a year ago and I had wanted to write about my search and post pictures of my Misaks...and it never seemed to happen...a couple of weeks ago, I finally decided to create my Misak post...and as some kind of preparatory work, wanted to see if I can get some information on the Internet (though I have scoured the net many times earlier in search of information on Misak...)...and I found a piece of conversation (in a Hyderabadi forum chat) between two Hyderabadis...one living in Chicago and the other in Hyderabad...I have not mentioned their names here for obvious reasons...

The Hyderabadi living in Chicago writes in a nostalgic mood (in English transcribed Urdu) about how in the 1960s there was a shop in Putli Bawli called the Misak Pen Store and the pens sold here were inexpensive...Mr Kasim Husain was the owner of this pen store and that the name of pen was the reverse of his name...KASIM...MISAK...and because the pens were inexpensive, they were very popular and the owner used to repair pens for free in his shop...now I think the shop is closed...

The one in Hyderabad responds to this and writes in English that Misak Pens were popular in his school too... and that he was thankful for some of the useful details supplied by his compatriot in Chicago...he goes on to write that some samples of Misak could still be available in one of the book shops in Charminar area and that he wanted to buy one and keep it as a collectible... but had forgotten...and now this nostalgic reminiscence from Chicago has refreshed his memory and he offers to buy one and send it across to Chicago as a gift...

Well...after this very long narrative...here are the pictures...

The ‘original’ Misaks...2 FPs and 1 ball-pen...

This is the FP with Misak only on the clip...

Misak 1 – The one with the broad gold band on the cap...

The clip of the same pen...

Aha...the nib...with Misak on it...

Cap and nib
The Misak without the Misak nib...
Yeah...it has got an Ambitious nib...
This picture is lovely...the name is etched very cleanly on the clip...

Misak 2 – the one without the cap band..

Misak 2 - clip with brand name...
The Misak ball-pen...

The arrow clip with Misak on it...

The ancient looking refill...I bought this pen just for that...

Thanks for all the patience...I hope you liked reading this as much as I enjoyed recounting this search...

Ok...here endeth Part 2 (with photos) as promised in Part 1...but there is a surprise...there is going to be another post on Misak...a kind of Part 3...this is going to be a guest post...'soon' is all I can say to 'when?'

Monday, October 29, 2012

In search of the nostalgic MISAK Fountain Pen (in Hyderabad, India)...PART 1


For old-timers in Hyderabad (India), ‘Misak Pens’ is a major nostalgia item among many other things Hyderabadi...this I came to know during my visits to Deccan Pen Stores when on more than one occasion a customer would come in asking for Misak Pen (and added ‘patte-wala’ pen, meaning ‘pen with nib,’ ‘patta’ being the local and/or traditional Hindi/Urdu word for ‘nib’), and the salesperson would pick out an ebonite fountain pen (a smaller sized brown mottled ebonite Deccan FP) and give it to him...and that person would go nostalgic and say things like ‘in those days we used to write with Misak Pens, and nowadays the pen is not easily available’... and surprisingly he would pay for the pen and take it...I didn’t know whether the customer knew that he was buying a Deccan FP...or whether he bothered about it at all...after a couple of such occasions, especially at the DPS Secunderabad branch, I realised that for the customer ‘Misak Pen’ meant an ‘ebonite pen,’ especially the brown mottled variety...and finding a brown mottled ebonite FP in a shop in Hyderabad itself was a big deal for the customer, which took him back to ‘uss zamana’ (those days)...

My own interest in procuring at least one Misak FP for my collection started with my friend and fellow FPNer, Hari’s response to one of the posts on Indian FPs on FPN...who informed me that he had managed to buy a couple of Misak FPs (probably the last pieces in that shop) from a shop somewhere near DPS Secunderabad and he had also mentioned the name of the shop (Gupta Pen Stores)...so, one evening, I went around that area looking for Gupta Pen Stores and found none...there was another pen shop nearby and I enquired there and the husband and wife duo (owners presumably) there told me that they no longer have any ebonite pens to sell, let alone a Misak FP...I went to DPS Secunderabad and asked them about the shop...Zubair tried to remember and told me that there is no such shop in the vicinity and there could be a shop similarly named somewhere in the older part of the city... I was disappointed...I asked Hari and he confirmed the name of the shop and the location...maybe I missed it...

Hari is the main source of information on FPs for me and he told me that he had also tried to find out about Misak Pens on the internet and found an address in Hyderabad where the Misak Pens shop/manufacturing unit is located...a place called Chappal Bazar...he promptly wrote a letter to the owner asking him about the brand and if they had any stocks left, but disappointingly and unfortunately the letter came back with ‘addressee not found’ scrawled on the cover...

Hari had also informed me that he had got to know that the brand name ‘MISAK’ is actually the name of the owner written in reverse...KASIM...maybe the Deccan people told him this... and he was also informed that Misak Pens is closed now and no more Misaks are being made...

The search for Misak was getting more and more disappointing...at that point in time, I used to enquire at every suitably old looking stationery shop for Misak pens...and the generally common answer I’d get was a nostalgic one tinged with regret...‘arre saab, Hyderabad mein bahut chalta tha Misak Pena-n...bandh ho gaya ab...koi bhi patte ka pen istemaal nahin karrein...’ (oh sir, Misak pens used to be very popular in Hyderabad...it is closed now...nobody uses ‘nib’ pens anymore...)

The night has to end sometime...and that daybreak happened one innocuous day when on my rounds checking old looking stationery shops, I found a really shabby looking shop in a very busy general shopping area...all kinds of note books, ledger books, cardboard boxes, stationery boxes, paper sheets, stacked here and there...it looked like an angry bull had entered the shop... I asked the man at the counter if he had any fountain pens...he showed me some cheap plastic ones...I asked for ebonite FPs...and he brought out a cardboard pen box and showed me some ebonite pens...I read the name on the clip...MISAK...oh man oh man oh man... I forgave the shop for looking so shabby...only if more shops were shabby, but held old treasures...well, I am getting ahead of myself here...he had some 6 similar looking thick mottled brown ebonite pens with the name MISAK on the clip...I opened the cap and looked at the nib... disappointment... not a Misak nib...the immediate conclusion was ‘not an original Misak’... I asked the person about the pen and asked him if these were new...he said they were new pens...I then told him that I had heard that Misak had closed shop long back... ‘yes, indeed,’ he said... ‘but one of my customers is based in the US and had asked me to locate some Misak pens for him...I managed to locate somebody in the family and they made me a small batch of FPs...and these 6 are the last ones...’ I didn’t want to ask any further questions... I checked all the 6 pens for nib smoothness and bought 4...at least the clip has MISAK on it...some consolation...

But as you can see, I was not satisfied...the soul of the pen was missing...and it was a kind of a reminder...‘your search doesn’t endeth here’... I left it at that... no point in running after a mirage...or a misak...for that matter...

It was not that easy, you see, to dismiss Misak totally out of my mind...though the spirit was willing, the flesh was weak and so the intensity got dimmed a bit... and all this was happening around two and a half years ago... and one evening I was in an auto-rickshaw travelling towards the older part of the city...the driver was somebody whom I engaged regularly for my book and pen explorations around the city and he knew my regular shops and my strange hobbies...there is this stationery shop which looked old enough and I had always wanted to stop and ask if they had any FPs...and moreover, the board had ‘Pen’ and Stationery on it, so that gave me some more hope...so on this day, I asked my driver to stop near the shop...there was a middle-aged gentleman manning the shop and I asked him if he had any FPs...he gave me the familiar nostalgia-laden answer...I asked him if he had any ebonite FPs from the olden days...he said ‘no’... and then he stopped himself for a second and said ‘let me see’...aha... a sliver of light seemed to appear at the end of the tunnel...I waited with bated breath...he seemed to be searching for something and seemed to have found it and came up with a dusty plastic pen folder...he then dusted it with a cloth...suspense was killing me...arre, clean it later, na...he then unzipped the folder and there were 4 pens there...3 of them mottled brown ebonite pens... he handed me the pens... did my heart skip a beat?...ALL THREE BROWN MOTTLED EBONITES WERE MISAKs...


(The rest of the narrative and pictures in the next and last part...)

Sunday, October 21, 2012

Parkeraul at Best Books Sale...2nd visit this season...

The good people at Best Books sent me a text message informing me that their sale at YMCA Secunderabad would go on for some more time till October 15...I don't know why they wanted to extend the date...this time I found the sale boring...and managed with great difficulty to really ferret out the four books that I wrote about in my previous post...

During my first visit to their sale this time, I saw that they were setting up a kind of permanent second-hand (these days people use new coinages like 'once-used' and 'pre-used' and 'pre-owned' for the good old 'second-hand'!!!) books shop...Vinod also mentioned this in his post...but the shop was just about complete and books were scattered here and there...and I realised that the reason I didn't find books of any of my favourite authors in the sale hall was because they were all piled up here in this new location...

I think Best Books decided to set up a permanent shop in the Secunderabad area is because they feel their Secunderabad-based customers who visit their bi-annual sale at YMCA have now started visiting Frankfurt Foreign Book Sale a couple of kilometres away down the same road and M R Books further down Begumpet Road...and these two are permanent shops (almost!!)...

I didn't have much hope when I set out to visit BBS a second time this time...and as anticipated, I didn't find anything interesting (i.e., whatever I was looking for)...and came out hurriedly and saw that their 'permanent' shop at the other end (in the same compound) looked functional and went there...and here I started feeling comfortable...piles and piles of pulp...he he he...and I was confident that I would find at least some books...and I was not disappointed...but I was almost...until I spied two moderate piles of books hidden behind two slightly taller piles...aha...these two moderate piles of books were all Parker books...good only... and there were many Spenser series books...I put aside four so far un-read Spenser books from the two piles...Crimson Joy, Judas Goat, Mortal Stakes, and Sudden Mischief...


4 Spensers and 2 Stones


But was I happy?...no no no...I felt this was such a 'piddi' haul, taking my previous unsatisfactory visit also into account...but no more un-read Parkers in the two piles...I searched, but no Rankins either...neither was there any Peter Robinsons...I saw some Le Carres, but I had not done my homework...so, I didnt want to go for a blind shot...I went back to the now-considerably smaller Parker piles...and decided to go against form and pick up two non-Spenser Parkers...Trouble in Paradise and Night Passage...two Jesse Stone novels...I hadnt read any Jesse Stone novels before and I looked up the name on...what else?... wikipedia!!...and read that this fictional detective character is completely different from Spenser and a 'deeply troubled man'...and comparing Stone to Spenser, Parker said in an interview, "Jesse is a much more damaged individual who is coming to terms with himself as he goes along..."  aah...that sounds promising...I kind of like Rankin's Inspector Rebus, another troubled detective...who chases trouble until it plunges is claws on his back and hangs on there...so, Jesse Stone is troubled!!!  Chalo dekhte hain...I am just one nove...no, half a novel...away from finding out...

It is around eight days since that Parkeraul...and I have finished three Spenser-Parkers already and on to my fourth...Mortal Stakes...and then I go on to visit the 'troubled and damaged' Jesse Stone getting to trouble in paradise... 

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

A chota catch at Best Books Sale...


I have had many good hauls at the Best Books Sale, which takes place twice a year at YMCA, Secunderabad...and this time too I was waiting for their text message announcing their sale...but I got to know of the sale through Vinod's post first...I thought I'd visit them on the first day, but couldn't make it...and so, on the second day I was able to go there...of course, I had planned what to look out for...books of my favourite crime fiction writers Robert Parkers, Peter Robinson, Ian Rankin...I had the list of books of these writers that I already have and so I was prepared...I also wanted to look out for some humour books...and anything else that caught my fancy...but all this preparation went in vain...

Vinod's post informed me that the Best Books guys were planning a permanent set-up at YMCA premises... when I reached there on the second day, I saw that they had already had their permanent shop up and running and the books were stacked too...but I went into the hall of sale first and looked around...didn't find the usual books at their usual places...what to do now...?  I presumed they'd have shifted all their fiction titles to the permanent shop in the same premises...and made a mental note to check the shop on my way out...

With very little enthusiasm, I went around and selected four books...Umberto Eco's The Mysterious Flame of Queen Loana, Dave Barry's Book of Bad Songs, Don't Get Mad, Get Even...A Manual for Retaliation by Alan Abel, and The Complete Monty Python's Flying Circus Vol. 2...I like Eco's novels and I had purchased The Mysterious Flame... earlier and had enjoyed reading it...a friend of mine, also an Eco fan, borrowed it from me and lost it while shifting residence...what to do...I had contemplated buying another copy long to fill the Eco gap...I must have forgotten...and so when I saw this nice copy with clear illustrations I picked it up...

I didn't want to buy another Dave Barry book, though there were lots of them lying around in the humour section...I didn't enjoy the last two Dave Barry books that I bought at the previous Best Books sale...Dave Barry's Guide to Life and Dave Barry Slept Here...too gimmicky I thought...I was angry with Dave Barry...but since I was getting nowhere, I took a peek at the titles and flipped the pages...and decided to go with the Book of Bad Songs...it is a small book...big fonts...and won't take me long to finish...ha ha ha...

The same friend who lost The Mysterious Queen... would often talk about the Monty Python series and their strange (surreal?) brand of comedy and I remembered him when I saw The Complete Monty Python's Flying Circus Vol. 2 and thought this would be a good addition…and then just for kicks I picked up Don't Get Mad, Get Even...A Manual for Retaliation by Alan Abel…it has got these sometimes funny ‘retaliatory’ anecdotes…a couple of pages each…easy to read…and here endeth my story of my haul at the recent sale of Best Books…

Monday, August 13, 2012

Reading Rankin...doggedly finding my way into Rebus' world...

I finished reading Tooth and Nail yesterday.  Of all the Rankins I have read so far, I finished this the quickest.  My first tryst with Rankin was fortuitously his first Rebus novel, Knots and Crosses, and it took me a lot of time to get into the mood of the novel and I stopped once every ten pages or so and picked it up after two or three days.  I must say I managed to complete it, but was not a satisfied reader.  I couldn't get a grip on the atmosphere and on Rebus.  I left it at that.  I wanted to read more and picked up some more Rebus novels at a book sale.  I read Strip Jack, which I finished slightly quicker than Knots and Crosses, and still no grip on Rebus.  I kept the other Rankins aside and went back to reading private detective Spenser's exploits in Robert B. Parker's novels.  Rebus kept haunting me and I went back to Rankin and started Black and Blue.  I was back to square one with Black and Blue.  I plodded through the initial pages and didn't enjoy the feeling of forced reading.  I kept it aside, but temptation took me back to it again and again and I would sadly close the book after three or four pages.  Will I ever get into Rebus' world?

Thank God for the regular Best Books Sale at Hyderabad, where I found Rankin's short stories...both volumes in one book (The Complete Short Stories - A Good Hanging & Beggars Banquet).  This book contained many Rebus stories.  I practically devoured it.  It is a voluminous book and each Rebus story is a small gem.  I was now comfortable in Rebus' world and began to slowly understand his world and his methods.  But, I didn't want to hurry back to Black and Blue.  In the meantime, Spenser provided many moments of unalloyed sleuthing pleasure, and I also discovered Peter Robinson's Inspector Banks.

Somewhere along the way, I picked up Rankin's Exit Music along with some Parkers at Frankfurt Foreign Book Sale.  Exit Music was not an intended purchase, but then I found it and thought, 'why not.'  It was vacation time for me and I was alone at home.  It was unbearably hot in Hyderabad this summer.  I read the blurb on Exit Music and discovered that it was the last in the Inspector Rebus series.  'Let me see how Rebus' career ends,' I thought and picked up Exit Music hesitantly.  I got slowly sucked into Rebus' world and towards the end, I even sacrificed my sleep and read till 4.00 in the morning and completed it in a rush.  Phew...a difficult job completed in one reading...I was happy...not that I managed to crack Rebus' mind, but I managed to enter the world and stay there for a long enough period of time at a stretch.  Of course, I could see how it all ended for Rebus...who was almost taken kicking and screaming out of his beloved police station on retirement...it was solid dogged reading...like Dravid's batting...

I now had the confidence to try and finish Black and Blue.  I went back to the novel and hung on...I discovered I was enjoying reading it and was able to relate to some extent to Rebus.  When I finished Black and Blue, it was as if I had crossed a psychological barrier...a weight lifted off my chest. 

I had also picked up a Rankin omnibus edition at the Best Books Sale.  This edition contained two Rebus novels - The Black Book & Mortal Causes.  I could now start with one of these.

On my way to Begumpet one day recently, I took a chance and went into Frankfurt Foreign Book Sale and found four Rebus novels.  Of these, Tooth and Nail caught my attention and I started with that instead of the omnibus edition.  Rebus goes to London on request in Tooth and Nail, uprooted from his familiar Edinburgh.

Why Tooth and Nail?  I don't know.  But when I looked at the chronological list of Rebus novels, I realised that Tooth and Nail follows Hide and Seek...I didn't know this.  The first Rebus novel, Knots and Crosses, was the first Rebus novel that I read.  Strip Jack comes after Tooth and Nail.  Strip Jack was the second Rebus novel I had read...

I am now reading The Black Book...

Wednesday, August 8, 2012

Rankin-ed at Frankfurt...


Went to Frankfurt looking for Parkers
got Rankin-ed instead
fought tooth and nail
had a great fall
dead souls asking a question of blood

and one Robinson...asking for a piece of my heart...





Wednesday, July 11, 2012

Going back to Botswana...with the No. 1 Ladies Detective...


Dumela Mma…Dumela Rra…

I was back in Botswana for the last two weeks…reading four more novels in The No. 1 Ladies Detective Agency series written by Alexander McCall Smith and catching up with the redoubtable detective Precious Ramotswe, her assistant detective Grace Makutsi, Mma Ramotswe’s long-time fiancé and now husband Mr J. L. B. Matekoni, the owner of Speedy Motors, his two wayward apprentices, the matron of the orphan farm, the formidable Mma Potokwani…and so many other lively people out there in Botswana…

In one of my previous posts, I had written about my first tryst with this series…I had bought and read five novels in this series (separately, not in one go…) and it was so loooonnnng ago…

Though the cases in the novels are not interlinked, and each novel stands on its own, there is a continuity on terms of the lives of the main characters that connects one novel to the next in the series.  I realised this when I read In the Company of Cheerful Ladies and discovered that Precious Ramotswe and Mr J. L. B. Matekoni are married.  I knew that they were engaged for a long time, but didn’t know when they got married.  I searched around and found a chronological list and then I saw I had read the sixth in the series (In the Company of Cheerful Ladies) and had missed reading the fifth The Full Cupboard of Life (I didn’t have therefore, couldn’t read!!!)…

I wanted to fill this gap and thought its been a long time since I visited Botswana and spent time in the company of the cheerful ladies…and other gentle people who make this series come alive.  I went to my trustworthy and favourite online store www.indiaplaza.com and placed orders for The Full Cupboard of Life, Blue Shoes and Happiness, The Good Husband of Zebra Drive, and The Miracle at Speedy Motors…I received these 4 novels in 2 instalments and I finished them off one by one…like a famished reader…



Precious Ramotswe, the lady detective, is in top form and so is her assistant Grace Makutsi…and others…and more than crime solving it is the life in Botswana, with its gentleness and unhurried pace and change of seasons and nice people and cattle, that attracted me…these novels are a leisurely read… for Mma Ramotswe no problem is too big not to have a solution and a steaming cup of bush tea is all she needs for her brain to start ticking furiously…

Thursday, July 5, 2012

A small haul of books at Frankfurt...


No…no…no…I didn’t go to Frankfurt, but somewhere that sounds similar, and that too in Hyderabad…

For Hyderabadi book lovers with modest means, this is the closest that we can get to the Frankfurt Book Fair…

There is this once-used (i.e., second-hand) books’ stall that had intrigued me whenever I travelled along the Begumpet road…and it was called Frankfurt Foreign Book Sale…I was tempted to go in and browse, but somehow I was always in a hurry…going somewhere…no time to stop…and so I missed visiting this books stall…


(This is how the Hyderabadi Frankfurt Book Sale looks like...this photo is taken from the justdial.com website)

Then this summer, I was on vacation and alone in Hyderabad and I had to pay some pending bills and wanted to visit some familiar shops in Secunderabad…then it occurred to me that I could visit Frankfurt…and I had run out of books of my favourite authors and wanted that familiar suspension of disbelief…ha ha ha…

And so with a heart laden with hope and anticipating a big catch of Parkers and Rankins and Leonards, I left the shores of the great city of Nacharam and headed bravely towards the heavily fortified shores of Begumpet weathering storms and battling mile high waves and choppy waters…and reached Frankfurt…

I entered Frankfurt tentatively and started looking around and at the far end against the wall were tables on which ‘pulp’ fiction books were arranged neatly and alphabetically… one of the salesmen there came to me and wanted to know if I was looking for anything specific…I saw Robert B. Parker…he pulled out some books from that pile and placed them in front of me and then went in and got some more…wow…so many Parkers!!!  I was prepared for this expedition this time and took out the list of Parkers that I had…I was looking specifically for Spenser novels…and in that pile of Parkers were a lot of non-Spenser novels…so, I kept them aside…and there were a lot of Parkers that I already had and read…so, those too went out of the pile…and after all this sorting and sifting, I was left with only three Spenserian Parkers…Cold Storage, Pastime, and Rough Weather…only three…not much, but okay…what to do…the dissatisfied soul that I was, I wandered around in the hope of finding some more and asked for Rankin…and they scurried around and ferreted out one Rankin from some pile…Exit Music…finally, I could manage four novels…


After I came home with the small haul, I read the blurbs and realised that Exit Music is the last in the Inspector Rebus novels by Rankin...and that gave me that much needed rush to start reading Exit Music first...

And for the next five to six days it was frenzied reading and I finished all the four, sometimes reading up to 4 in the morning and waking up groggily at 6…

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

SOME OLD INDIAN FOUNTAIN PEN BRANDS - 11 - MHATRE WRITER

The pen under review here is again different from the ones described before...for one, it is an ebonite FP and it came as a pleasant surprise when I realised that it was an ebonite FP only recently...I was taking photos of this pen and I was unscrewing the section and maybe the slight resistance I encountered suggested that it was not the usual plastic FP and I thought I should smell and decide...it IS ebonite...and, then this pen doesn't have an obvious name, only a 'P' on the clip...nothing on the cap, nothing on the barrel...and the nib has 'MHATRE' and 'WRITER' engraved on it...

The other straightforward features are…it is a screw cap, ED filler…and yes, it is black in colour!!  A nice black, in fact…and it has a very nice arrow clip…and as usual, here are the pictures…




 

And as usual, I posted this first on FPN and my friend Hari responded thus..."Dear Jai, the "Writer" from Mhatre was a very popular inexpensive pen, even as far as in Madras in the late 50s-60s.  My mother had told me about how they used to buy a "writer" 'pena' (the Tamil word for 'pen') at the start of the school year for a grand sum of one rupee from the neighbourhood grocer.

She also told me an interesting anecdote, it seems the grocer used to sell a fill of ink for 3 or 5 paise.  So the kids would go to the shop on the way to school and get the grocer to fill their one and only pen with a 5 paise dose of ink.  If the ink ran out in the middle of school, a drop of water on the nib would last a couple of pages more.  Those were the hard days.

I would also like to recall the comments of Mr C G Bhargav who responded to my PLAZA post here and said that he has been living in Chennai for the past 50 years and he says (I quote from his response)..."and I remember Writer (I think in later years it was known as Mhatre Writer or something like that)..." If Mr Bhargav happens to see this post, he'd be happy to see pictures of a specimen of the Mhatre Writer... 

Friday, June 15, 2012

SOME OLD INDIAN FOUNTAIN PEN BRANDS - 10 - EVERLAST


I post reviews of my FPs and other FP-related information on the Fountain Pen Network (FPN) and later post them here on my blog…My friend Hari, who is IMHO very knowledgeable and passionate about FPs, usually responds with his comments and his comments have been especially useful for me w.r.t. to this series on Old Indian Fountain Pen Brands…he has a keen eye and is able to spot the influences that these Indian FPs incorporated into their design from other well-known international models and he also gives information about manufacturers, if he is aware of them, and has these interesting anecdotes to share and above all, he supports and encourages my interest in documenting these long-forgotten pens…

As he always does, Hari responded to the PLAZA post on FPN and said that the shape and features of PLAZA, the squarish cap top and barrel end, are inspired by Sheaffer Imperial… Now that I know from Hari the inspiration for PLAZA, I realised that I had another pen in the lot with similar features…it is a model of the brand called EVERLAST…since the name is similar to Eversharp, I did a bit of surfing and realised that there existed a pen company called Everlast Pen Company in the US which “made low end pens in the 40s and 50s”…but this pen doesn’t look like it was made in the US…the ‘REGD’ on the barrel is I think a typical Indian FP feature…I could be wrong though…

The pen has a bluish (teal?) plastic barrel and a gold coloured metal cap…it is a slip cap…no names on the cap or on the clip, but EVERLAST (REGD) is pressed on the barrel and the nib too has the brand name engraved on it along with TIPPED FINE…like I said earlier, this pen is similar to PLAZA when it comes to the cap end and the barrel end…both are squarish… but, now I know where the squarish ends of this pen too comes from…here are some pictures…







And just for comparison, here are some group photos of PLAZA, EVERLAST, and my Sheaffer Imperial…





Tuesday, June 12, 2012

Meeting a Legend – An evening with Mr Lakshmana Rao of Guider Pens, Rajahmundry, AP, India

I got this pleasant opportunity to meet one of the legends of the hand-made fountain pens manufacturing in India…Mr G. Lakshmana Rao of Guider Pens, Rajahmundry. He had come to Hyderabad to visit his son and daughter and it was in his son’s house that we met. He had called me before coming to Hyderabad and said he’d be there for a few days and I was very pleased at his humility and jumped at the opportunity to meet him. We met on a pleasant evening on 29th April and he took me on a whirlwind tour of his experiences in this trade…which I think began in the 1960s. He has almost 50 years’ experience and expertise in making fountain pens and has seen the heydays of handmade FPs in India. An easygoing man with a great passion for fountain pens, Mr Lakshmana Rao is a fund of stories and I didn’t know how time flew by listening to his anecdotes. He had brought with him some of his recent creations, especially the really huge ‘Zimbo,’ and the really tiny 1 ½ inch ‘Mini.’ He had also brought samples of some really old pens… an old mandarin yellow Varsity pen that he is restructuring…a couple of old Sheaffer bodies…and many more…
Mr Lakshmana Rao with a Guider cream 7 blue acrylic pen…
  Some guider pens…old and new…some in need of repair…look at the variety…!
  Oh…such lovely colours, those acrylics, reds, and blues, and browns, and whites… the yellow one in the middle is the Varsity pen…

The Zimbo has a removable clip (Hari told me it is called an ‘Accommodation Clip’), which Lakshmana Rao told me is known as the ‘Khadar Clip’…I asked him why it is called so, and he told me that during the early days of independence in India, many people wore clothes made of handspun cotton cloth called ‘khadi’ (also known as ‘khaddar’) and fountain pens were the only pens that were being used and many people who used fountain pens actually had a narrow pocket stitched to their shirts especially to keep these clipless pens… and fixed the clip when they had wore shirts with normal pockets...a very interesting anecdote from the history of fountain pens in India…
  The long and the short of it…the 9 inch Zimbo and the 1 ½ inch Mini…( I am sorry, the picture is not sharp enough…)

At that time, he told me, raw material was available only in places like Mumbai (then Bombay) and Chennai (then Madras) and once there was some problem with the regular supply chain and they couldn’t get the raw material in time and his father didn’t want to leave the unit and go to Mumbai and sent Lakshmana Rao’s elder brother…not knowing the ways of the big city, the young man lost his money and came back without the task fulfilled…Lakshmana Rao candidly told me that he had just finished his intermediate and had become an unruly young man roaming the streets without any specific aim in his life…his father saw this and wanted to give him some direction and initiated Lakshmana Rao into this skill and business and the intrepid young man that he was, he one day told his father that he’d like to go to Mumbai and get the raw materials for their pen making unit…he told me that that his father was initially reluctant, but the business was suffering and someone had to get things done…and for the first time, the 19 year old Lakshmana Rao went to Mumbai to purchase stuff from Dalal and Co…it was a successful trip and the first in the many many trips that he’d undertake around the country to sell his pens, buy raw materials, etc.
  Some new Guider models…the Zimbo is reclining on the top…

Lakhsmana Rao tells me that his father was an unlettered man and was one of the first batch of workers that worked for Ratnam Pens, when the founder of Ratnam Pens was in charge…Lakshmana Rao told me that many workers then branched out and set up their different units…and the senior Ratnam helped many with finance and expertise later too…and thus was born Guider Pens… Though unlettered, Lakshmana Rao’s father had native intelligence and skilled in his work and worked with intuition…and he recounted how his father used to test gold nibs by throwing them against a wooden board and they should pierce the board to show toughness...he would throw ebonite pens on the floor to convince customers that these were tough pens...and if any customer brought back a gold nib with some complaint, he would make a new one without any extra charge and more importantly, he would personally break the old nib lest his workers succumbed to temptation and repaired it and re-sold it….such was his father’s integrity, he told me… He told me about those days when the demand for FPs was very huge and they did not have the resources to fulfill the demand...people used to come to Lakshmana Rao’s shop and ask him to give whatever was available...he'd say let me fix the nib and feeder...they'd say...don't worry about nib and feeder...give them to us...we'll fix them...those good old fountain pen days…!!!
  Lakshmana Rao again…with his beloved pens…

Lakshmana Rao recounted an incident where a High Court judge had personally come to his shop for a new pen…and there was this huge protocol business with assistants, attendants, police and so on…and he said the judge spoke to him informally and all hangers on were surprised…and the judge pulled out a fountain pen from his pocket and told Lakshmana Rao that his (the judge’s) father had brought him to this shop (when Lakshmana Rao’s father was in charge) and gifted him this pen when had passed his matriculation and it had stood the test all these years…this pen was getting old and he wanted a new pen…and asked Lakshmana Rao to make him a new pen…

As a gesture of his affection, Lakshmana Rao gave me two Asoka Pens, ebonite pens made in Tenali (now closed down), for my AP fountain pens collection…and a cap and a barrel of what he said was a very old Sheaffer model (this is another story…)

Many many stories he told me that evening…I hadn’t recorded the conversation, mainly because I wanted to savour the memories…and there are many more that I haven’t recorded here…I hadn’t forgotten to take my camera…though…