Once a proud possession that decorated only select shirt pockets, the fountain pen is now relegated to the background. No one uses the fountain pen any more. In the era of gels and refills, "Parkers" and "Heros" are just forgotten. The importance accorded to the most important writing tool has only declined in the last few years. These days, everyone just thinks the pen is a writing tool and nothing more. People just grab a pen to jot down or scribble something or sign a cheque. Of course, one gets to "use and throw" many pens, thanks to the culture of distributing scribbling pads and pens in almost all business meetings.

[Fountain pen image from Flickr, copyright acknowledged]
The humble pen was regarded very highly when I was in high school. We had to be in a certain "grade or class" to start experiencing the luxury of using a pen. We were just asked to use pencil for many years in high school. One had to be trained to use a fountain pen, and keen students used the preceding summer vacation to learn to use the pen. Filling the fountain pen with ink was itself an art, and I remember my grandfather having a dedicated cloth to handle the excess ink that would flow out of the pen if more ink is accidentally filled in. I still remember animated discussions at home regarding the quality of two competing ink brands - Bril and Camel. And of course, there were endless discussions on what colors were best for writing. Blue ink was recommended for the ordinary mortals, black ink for the business class. There was a certain other ink, called "blue-black" that was only meant for certain people. My grandfather was a fan of this particular variety of ink and the neighbourhood shopkeeper used to order this type of ink only for him for he was the only one who used this color of ink in the locality.
Did I forget the nibs? Iridium, it must be. Grandfather used to test the nibs offered at a certain dedicated "Pen and Ink" store in Madras, and complained to them about decreasing quality of nibs. Many a time, pens have been returned if the ink flow was not proper. Ink smudged in shirt pockets meant you were careless and did not know how to manage yourself.
Does anyone think about all this in the "cut and paste" culture of today?