“Pilot Pen” the name itself makes me nostalgic. It brings back the fond memories of those “fun-filled” and “carefree” School Days. Pilot pen used to be one “priced-possession” during those days.
We all used to display this pen with pride in our shirt pockets. Although, it didn’t have fancy looks, like we get these days, nevertheless, that subtle appearance used to add value to our pencil-boxes. It was a humble plain-white pen with a silver-coloured metal clip in the front. I am not sure whether I got swayed away with those “classy” looks or the “pilot” in its name allured me.
Fast forward a couple of decades, from my ‘pilot-pen” days to 2021, my daughter gets promoted to grade 5. And, with this comes the transition from writing with a pencil to writing with a pen. I think more than my daughter, I was excited to see that now she’ll be using a pen to write in her school notebooks.
I thought of getting a pilot-pen for her, as she graduates from a “pencil-student” to a “pen-student”. Before telling her about my plans of getting her a pilot pen, I thought of asking her about the kind of pen that she would want.
“I have already got a few pens in my kit that I got from my school”, she replied.
I had imagined that she’ll come up with an idea of some fancy pen, but conversely, to my surprise, she was already happy with what she already had. We teach our kids to be content with what you have, still, such a reply is something we parents aren’t prepared for; at least I was not.
I told her about my fascination with pilot pen and shared how my friends and I used to flaunt our priced-possession. I googled its picture and excitedly showed it to her, however, my zeal got washed away with her response,
“This is plain white?”
She might have continued further to express her “surprise”, rather I should call it a “shock”; but I think she ate her words, seeing my smile fading away.
Like a spirited salesperson, I did not give up and quickly shifted gears from its appearance to the performance. I started talking about the way it writes. I told her how sharp and fine its tip is and how it can make her handwriting look really beautiful. I am not sure whether she actually got influenced or she gave up to my enthusiasm for the pen.
I went to my nearby stationery shop and asked for a pilot pen and he showed me a couple of options, but I was pretty clear with my choice of buying that “plain white” pen with a “blue dot” on its cap.
I was elated to see the same old pen in my hand again. I excitedly handed over the pen to my daughter. She kept the pen aside in her kit and started with her classes. I was a little upset that she didn’t show any interest in her new pen.
I don’t know what came to her mind when she picked up this pen a few minutes later and started writing, but incidentally, it didn’t work. She called me and shared her displeasure, I told her not to worry and I did what was hard-wired into my brain since childhood, I shook the pen and tried to write and voila, it worked.
A moment later, I realized that there are blue spots on her fingers. While I was trying to check for the ink spots on her notebook, something struck my mind and I fearfully turned back and I was shocked to see the visual. While I was trying to make the pen work by shaking, its ink got splashed over the wall behind me. It appeared like some budding artist had made a failed attempt on “modern-art”.
A minute later I found myself with a mop and a cleaning cloth, as the ink had spread all over on the floor, chair, table and pointless to say on the wall. Thankfully the paint on the walls was washable because of which the ink got removed without impacting the paint.
I went back to the shop and got it replaced with a newer version of my favourite pen. I handed it over to her, but this time I didn’t tell her anything about the pen. She kept it in her bag and kept working with the other pen she had. I thought, maybe I was imposing my choices on her. I guess we should let our kids develop their own choices rather than forcing our biographies on them.
But in just a day’s time, the pilot pen did what I had always liked it for, “the magic”. Since she was not able to find her pen, she picked up pilot pen and started writing with it and needless to say, she loved it. Although it was a new version, it was still a “Pilot Pen“.