Acquisition of past

Fountain pen- a thing of the past. Today, I acquired one after many years. Its such a good feeling to deliberate over ink bottles (not many choices , though, at the local shopkeepers). My kids are over the moon because they think its a 'cool gadget'. And it is too- Eco-friendly to boot. At least I won't need to keep disposable pens anymore- the ones that are thrust in your face at every teller, restaurant and bookshop. I think that we are seriously lacking in style both as individuals and as a collective.
The fact that one size fits all, does not apply to the fountain pens (as the one that you use is the one that works for you) lends you character. The right angle, the right slant to get a good hand, a good speed.. there is an understanding a relation between you and your tool.
My first fountain pen (when I was Eleven) was a stout gold pen with a black checkered pattern on it. It sat quite plum in my hand and its smooth nib was like no other I encountered after that. It belonged to my mom and I held it like it was a sword - like I was finally ready to take my place in the world.
But these days such small initiation ceremonies are lost. My son takes some plastic tube to school which looks just like the rest of them and not like some wondrous wand that wields magic.
But then again, maybe its a good thing. For I cannot imagine the SMS language penned down in a flourish to last an entirety. Its best disposed off!