It’s been quite a while now, in real terms say around nine hundred and forty six million seconds, since it all began. That is about the time I have been serving on this planet or it might as well be the other way round. From the nine hundred and forty six million seconds, it takes a normal human being less than thirty one million seconds to understand the nature of life and its materialistic incongruence, once he or she is able to apply Pythagoras Theorem in school. However, for me it took around two hundred and thirty million seconds, which is about the time in which one would have reached Uranus starting on a normal space shuttle from Earth, cruising along at a constant speed of 28000 mph. That’s about 100 times faster than the Volkswagen groups’ Bugatti Veyron Super Sport (Originally French), the fastest production car till date. Production car means you can actually sit on its seat, supported by gravity on your bum, while its wheels are turning and travel from Mumbai to New Delhi in less than three and a half hours over a perfectly deserted freeway sans any potholes or bumps without seeing any death angels. The absence of potholes is completely theoretical since it would render around ten million citizens jobless, and many more contractors and city municipal corporations penniless at the same time. And as someone had said, even the moon is envious of potholes in Mumbai roads. Pardon me for my mathematical analogies, for my dreams most certainly pertain to John Von Neumann types whereas outside the matrix it’s a cubicle with a dizzy screen to stare at and do whatever I am told by an assortment of Weasels^#.  And that dizzy screen is also my own laptop’s, since we had byod (brick bring your own device).

From the classical Indian context or say rather from the kaleidoscopic perspective of an Alka Aunty, a perfect life mandatorily constitutes of the following: Engineering from an IIT or NIT (by Alka Aunty’s exceptional mercy NITs were allowed to be on the list since 1990s via a special amendment) , MBA from an IIM (No other B-schools are approved by Alka Aunty within India, even if they feature within Top-10, MSc/PhD from the I-Bhee League was added later) OR a Hard-bard in US, an intra-caste marriage to a good-natured girl belonging to a decent family (Special approval may be sought for intra-caste love marriage against arranged ones), having kids who would always top from Pre-nursery to Post-Graduation and finally landing up with a aaMaNCee job, till death takes you apart. Pre 1990s, it was perhaps cracking the UPSC examination ending up with a high-profile government job instead of a MNC one, with other factors unchanged. Kids still had to stand first in each and every grade. All these things would be materially and spiritually fulfilling for the rest of one’s life. Social life in school should be pursued with like-minded people excelling in various fields and people aspiring to be a Dhoni or Sehwag (Tendulkars were alright though after he had won the Opel Astra[MoS] in Sharjah in 1998) neglecting studies lacking even the mild potential of a Gagan Khoda, are strictly untouchables. Boys looming behind girls are destined to end up as beggars or possibly lepers, in distant future and are worse than untouchables who have to be dealt with a poker-face insulting their intellect or rather the lack of it. This was about the idea.

This formulae is probably what Alka Aunty has seen succeed throughout her life. There might have been many others who would have been done things very differently and still would have done as well if not better in their lives. Limited to middle class towns, belonging to middle class families, these outliers or rather aliens like someone’s uncles’ sister’s son are simply ruled out by frame of reference, sometimes as myths and other times as lucky ones. Dinku has been voting for last ten years but is still living off his father’s pension at his father’s place, because he was hitting the cricket ball when he should have been reading books. And yes he could not equal Gagan Khoda forget a Sehwag or a Dhoni. Even worse, Dinku was composing love-letters to Dinki when he should have been solving quadratic equations. Dinki ignored those, thankfully to Dinku’s poor English and is now a successful and well-settled doctor. Had she not, she would have been selling vegetables after eloping with a vegetable seller on a bicycle which again would be a borrowed one, as her staunch father would have refused her any help. Though theoretically, she could have simply lived off Dinku’s father’s pension.

After performing the rituals one has to look higher up in Maslow’s pyramid for a challenging job. For someone like myself, both the person and the need is beyond comprehension. Something monotonous might require a change, but challenges beyond challenge is abominable. Long ago, our class-teacher asked the class to name of the tissue in the human eye where the image is formed. Amidst the chorus, one lanky bespectacled fellow firmly stood up and confidently answered it as “rectum”. The teacher almost fell off her chair in mirth, before correcting it as retina. That day he was probably written off from Alka Aunty’s books and possibly her alluring daughters’ too. Even that guy craves for a challenging job today, with incessant updates of his facebook status with thought-provoking latin maxims, either on world cup matches or during anything that is being broadcasted to two or more people. Even the concept of ambition is so abstruse, one frequently confuses with what someone wants to do and what others want one to do. My childhood ambition was limited to being a traffic cop, since you get to see all the cars from the front side. Gradually, giving in to my friends and relatives constant disapproval, I upgraded that to an engineer where I would still get to see those cars. Now, that was a secret till now. I am told that my next childhood ambition was to become a truck-driver, and my guess is that it might have been true. It must be fascinating to have a moving front view from a height of 8 to 10 feet. But it is not so fascinating for the people around me.

Lack of ambition for doing an MBA post engineering landed my friend in pre-marital affairs of a completely different sort. (Note - From Alka Aunty’s books, he is already written off) Although, post-engineering  he was doing great in his life in the US, he was bombarded with similar questions related to his ‘doing an MBA’ ambitions, whenever he met a prospect. The questions were either direct or carved out in utterly ingenious ways starting from, “my friend’s father’s uncle who is CEO of Y Company thinks that this world requires an advanced management degree to deal with todays business problems, so what is your opinion on that” to “all my other pretty friends are married to b-school grads, so will you please do it later ?”.  We learnt that this happened invariably when three conditions were met : (1) The prospective wife was very pretty (2) This was their second meeting (3) Third meeting never happened. So, his logical response should be to avoid meeting very pretty girls or just meet them for the first time and keep the memory. Being human, that too in the male format in late twenties, both were difficult and second response was possibly catastrophic. And in two to three weeks time, he would deluge himself with both gloom and Royal Stag, once he could see the engagement album of the earlier prospect in his facebook feed, till news of meeting the next prospect arrives. How did this happen ? Was it due mere lack of ambition for learning or simply a social cost ?

In contrast Learning seems to be the new buzzword to crack interviews. Even if you are sure that you are roughly ending up with a similar set of weasels, almost doing the same thing but with a pay hike, you have to emphasize on the steep learning curve the new weasels group would have for you,  ascending to newer heights of Weaselry. They all need a go-getter, self-starter ambitious little hog who would takeaway all the weasel work from them and yet stay motivated till the end.  What you do will perhaps never match with what you felt you were supposed to do.

Feeling mystified by ambitions, interest and social costs, most of us would keep thinking rather than working on newer things, keeping everything in eternal abeyance.

^#- Weasel is synonymous with office workers who can/will project your work as their own, It’s a Scott Adams invention

A mechanical pencil was a totally utilitarian thing during my engineering days, be it for drafting engineering drawings or making graphs. Shortly after, their utility started diminishing when AutoCAD and other drawing software could address most of the design elements, although their luxury value started beaming. Like fountain pens. Sparsely used but heavily sought after. That reminds me that I am still typing this post on a laptop rather than using one of my FPs. Mechanical pencils can delve from cheap plastic to rugged metal to precious wooden designs. In my view, metal designs seem to showcase more of modern industrial utility whereas wooden designs foray more into the aesthetics part of it.

Mechanical Pencils  ^{A brief history in time}

According to wikipedia, the earliest form of a mechanical pencil was found in a ship-wreck (British ship HMS Pandora) in 1791. However, the first patent was filed in 1822 by Mordan & Hawkins in Great Britain. Later Mordan started manufacturing mechanical pencils under the company – “S.MORDAN & CO”. Leads upto 0.9 mm wide became popular by this time. By 1915, Japanese were into it and Tokuji Hayakawa started a company to manufacture mechanical pencils, which later came to be known as  “Sharp” due to its first product – ‘Ever-Sharp mechanical pencil’. After the entire pencil division was destroyed in 1923, by the Great Kanto Earthquake, Sharp relocated to Osaka  and forayed into electronics industry.

Pilot S₂₀ – 0.5 mm

The S20 came in a old black Z-CR-HN pilot case. A refreshing black faux leather case with a felt layer to host the pen.

A maple wood contoured design with a deep brown colour renders a very natural feel with a classical wooden look. The entire end cap section is made out of aluminium with a steel lead sleeve, till the seamlessly finished wooden grip section comes up. The grip section gradually gains diameter going upwards from the end-cap (0.8 – 1.1 mm) till it reaches a small aluminium band which says ‘S20’ and ‘JAPAN’ on opposite sides of the band. Then, it narrows down towards the push-button section, till it comes across a pilot branded aluminium clip and finally ends up with the aluminium(+ plastic) push-button.

There is a lead-indicator in the push-button. To set the lead indicator, you have to remove the push-button which reveals an ubiquitous mechanical pencil’s eraser and rotate the pipe end of the push-button. The eraser section once removed shows a hosted clean-out rod. Design does seem minimalistic with a subtle emphasis on simplicity. The weight feels quite evenly distributed and the length of around 15 cm is quite comfortable to write or draw for extended periods. Sweaty slips at the grip section should be quite rare or even a non-occurrence. The grip section feels very firm.

The pencil itself comes in two wooden variants – Red and Brown.

The mechanism operates with a audible click sound at the push-button and is quite error free. It’s quite comfortable to use for long writing or drawing sessions. As per my experience, putting additional 4-6 leads inside the lead reservoir tube will not cause any blocking problems at the sleeve end. The S20 ends with comfortable aesthetics.

For the disassembly part, the end-cap with the sleeve can be easily unscrewed from the barrel and the push-button and eraser-sections can be pulled out easily. I did not attempt any further disassembly, as the parts of the barrel seemed tightly fixed.

Rotring ⁸⁰⁰ – 0.5 mm 

 

 

As evident from the above picture, the lead sleeve does not come out unless you rotate the top knurled section which rests just below the gold-trim of the push button. So a completely retractable mechanical pencil with an all metal construction. Mostly constituted out of coated brass, the 800 has a weight of around 25 g compared to S20’s 18 g. To draw a comparison, both of them will be heavier than a Pelikan M400 or a Sailor-Pro gear slim fountain pen. It is available in two themes – silver and black.

Design seems utilitarian, industrial with a subtle emphasis on its high-end design. It’s somehow evidenced by the gold trims to differentiate it from a 600. The sleeve comes out smoothly on half a rotation of the knurled switch. With a feeling of balanced heaviness and assurance, the pencil seems superior to many. The hexagonal cross section of the barrel prevents it from slipping from inclined planes and the knurled grip does the same for your fingertips. The tip apparently can wiggle a bit compared to other fixed sleeve-pencils (like 600), but does not really do so while in use.

Very uniform yet very attractive to use. The pencil can be disassembled easily by removing the knurled grip section to reveal the inner tube. Cleaning can be done if required. The eraser cap and eraser section can be pulled out. The clip mentions ‘rotring’ while the backside of the hexagonal body says ‘JAPAN’ quite elusively.

 

In Conclusion

A mechanical pencil will typically cost around 50 cents in my part of the world. But these two are beyond just mechanical pencils, perhaps a work of art and even a draftsman dream.

 

Writing

 

 

Feature	Pilot S20	Rotring 800	Additional Comments
Length	Fixed Sleeve ~ 14.6 cm	Retracted Sleeve ~ 13.5 cm Extended Sleeve ~ 14.3 cm	Quite Comfortable with respect to both length and weight
Weight	18 g	25 g
Design	Maple wood and aluminium construction with Lead Grade Indicator at top cap - Red and Brown Variants	Brass construction, Gold Trim, Matte Finish with hexagonal anti-slip faces on barrel, Knurled grip - Black and Silver Variants	- Both are ‘Made in Japan’ by the way
Barrel	Contoured Wood – 0.8 – 1.1 cm	Knurled brass – 0.8 cm diameter	- Both engage the writer in a non-slip(y) way
Tip	Fixed Sleeve, Loud Click, Aluminium/Steel lead sleeve	Retractable Sleeve, Gold trimmed sleeve
Mechanism	Hard Click	Soft Click
Lead Capacity	~ 6 -8 without blocking	~ 10 without blocking
Economic Value	Retails at $33, can be obtained at around $ 20-25 with ship	Retails at $70, can be obtained around $60 from ebay-sellers	- You can get a mechanical pencil at 50 cents!! - However, these are more than just mechanical pencils, perhaps a draftsman’s dream
Box	- Pilot Box	- A triangular cardboard box

Thank you for going through the review.

MUMBAI – BAGDOGRA – PHUENTSHOLING – PARO – THIMPU – PUNKAKHA – SILIGURI

21/Mar/2015 0430 hrs – mumbai – BAGDOGRA – PHUENTSHOLING

Having wrapped up all office work on the previous night, it was indeed a challenge to pack our bags and then leave for the airport, well before sunrise, on a 9-day long trip. The things that were already in place were return flight tickets(inside India), tourist permits and hotel bookings at 4 cities. The rest of the logistics were to be managed at the world’s happiest nation itself. We had obtained permits from the Royal Bhutan Consulate, well before reaching Bhutan.

Permit

Indian tourists do enjoy some kind of luxury when it comes to a Bhutan visit. You can get a tourist permit either at Paro Airport or Phuensholing Immigration Office (We found the office open till 07:00 PM on a Saturday) or the Royal Bhutan Consulate in India (Kolkata/Delhi). Documents that need to be submitted along with the form, at the Consulate/Phuentsholing Immigration Office constitutes of: 1) Passport Copy/ Voter ID Copy 2) 2-Passport Sized Photographs (keep 4 handy) 3) Completed Bhutan Permit Application Form, along with original documents, for proof.

Secondly, a vehicle permit along with a driver permit can be made with the tourist permits, while you are travelling inside Bhutan. You can rent either an Indian or a Bhutanese Cab. If you wish to visit places beyond Thimpu or Paro, there might be additional permits required from the Immigration Office at Thimpu (Working hours: Mon-Fri), for which usually the cab drivers will coordinate.

CURRENCY

Indian currency is widely accepted across Bhutan along with currency notes of Rs 500/1000 denominations, now. The Bhutanese Ngultrum remains pegged to the rupee with a 1:1 conversion ratio. For credit card transactions, an additional fee of 3.5-4.5% is generally levied by the hotels. Additionally, be mindful of the fact that there is a government tax of 20% levied on hotel bills, over and above the final amount. So you might prefer to carry enough cash with you. (There is a limit on carrying cash - Rs 25000 per person)

After making the lazy ladies get up including my sister and my wife, we could finally manage to leave for Mumbai airport at 05:30 AM, to catch a 07:00 AM flight to Bagdogra (IXB) via Guwahati. It was one of my longest domestic flights (around 5 hrs), and we would be meeting my friend and his wife who were flying from Kolkata.

It was around 1 pm, when we finally landed at Bagdogra, Siliguri (West Bengal, India) and we booked an Innova to take us to the border town of Phuentsholing, Bhutan. We had a delicious lunch at Sinclairs Siliguri on the way, thanks to the couple’s suggestion. I am not entirely sure if it was due to extreme starvation or awesome food preparation, but the chicken manchow soup tasted like heavens there. The drop to Phuentsholing from Siliguri Airport will cost you around Rs 3500-4000. Please keep note of Bhutanese time which 30 min ahead of India, if you are planning to get your permit from Phuentsholing Immigration Office itself. It should take 4-5 hours (180-200 kms) to reach there with some tea-breaks, traffic-jams or an odd stroll in the tea gardens of Siliguri.

We had some tea with veg-momos at a restaurant nearby (dhaba actually).

After overcoming the initial traffic blocks at Siliguri which consisted of endless lines of trucks (sometimes landslides block traffic for hours), we indeed had a pleasant journey through the picturesque landscape of North-East India. It was late around 06:30 PM (07:00 PM Bhutan Time) when we reached a gate welcoming us to the Royal Kingdom of Bhutan, at Phuentsholing.

Getting a local simcard (Tashi Cell) to manage the local logistics part of it was easy, after checking into our pre-booked hotel. Refreshing ourselves with some Bhutanese cuisines for dinner like Shamu/Ema Datsi (Mushroom/Chilli cooked in Cheese gravy), a Bhutanese chicken curry (soup-like) along with some chappatis, we dozed off to a deep sleep. Ema (Chilli) Datsi's side effects were not observed by most of us, until next morning when we sat down on the burning pot. Note that, in all over Bhutan we went, Chilli is an absolute package.

We had done our hotel bookings two months prior to our travel dates. Most of the owners/managers are quite responsive on emails and they would typically ask for a 20-50% advance via bank transfer to an Indian bank account. Tripadvisor did help a lot in our search. One thing to note is that, there is a 20% tax on the total bill (food + accommodation + services), as mandated by the Government of Bhutan.

22/Mar/2015 1030 hrs – PHUENTSHOLING – PARO

Next morning, after having some Indian breakfast (Puri/Bhaji), we booked an Indian cab (from the other side of the border town Jaigon (WB), Ertiga/Innova) for the next 7 days. The rent varies from Rs. 2500-2700 per day for a 6-seater vehicle and we made a part advance payment for the same. While the driver went to get permits for the vehicle from the Transport Office at Phuentsholing, we strolled inside a nearby crocodile reserve, where the Government has been feeding these lazily dangerous animals since 1976, through a special Gharial Conservation Programme.

Another Yawn…

Turning some Buddhist Drums clockwise for good luck, we started our Paro journey by 12:30 AM.

The trip to Paro was accompanied by a much chillier breeze and the clouds obscured the Sun. We passed through some majestic waterfalls with graffiti of Gods & Goddesses on the big rocks.

After two hours, the visibility deteriorated and we were passing right though cloud tails. It was scenic, somewhat chilly and an enjoyable experience.

It took us around 5 hours to reach our resort at Paro through these mountain roads along with two or three breaks in between to have lunch and then tea at  roadside restaurants. We had a tyre problem and it took around an hour to set it right. In one of those restaurants, we found this cute little dog barking at another, incessantly.

With some tea, we went on to reach our destination. We had dinner and pre-ordered some Puri-Bhaji for next days breakfast. Taking a stroll afterwards, let us discover an amazingly lit Paro in the evening.

23/Mar/2015 0830 hrs – PARO – TIGER’s NEST TREK

Early morning, we did meet some American, German and French tourists, on the breakfast table and it seemed that each group had one or two Bhutanese guides with them. Most of them were headed to the Paro Taktsang Monastery. We took some snaps around the resort which had already unfolded a scenic Paro valley at dawn.

After getting water, chocolates and some light weight edibles for five of us on the way, we reached the basecamp in half and hour time. From the basecamp shops, we picked up two walking sticks for 100 bucks. The Paro Taktsang or Tiger’s Nest is encircled with a red circle in the below picture, and it’s situated at an altitude of 3120 m.

We took our own sweet time climbing up the terrain, taking frequent water & chocolate breaks and enjoying the peaceful sight of mountains among mountains. Legend has it, that the great Buddhist Master, Guru Rinpoche (Padmasambhava) flew to this location on the back of a tigress and meditated ceaselessly to manifest himself in eight incarnated forms, sometime in the 8th century. The monastery was constructed later in the 17th century.

One funny thing was that, whenever we asked returning monks and trekkers about the trek that was still left, we never got an answer which amounted to less than two-thirds .

After two hours, we reached the Taktsang Cafe where you can have some tea/coffee along with biscuits. We spent some time at the cafe, which was surrounded by trees at either side, with birds chirping happily.

Once we came near the monastery, we had a plain easy terrain which later transformed into a series of stony stairs and it started going down, before going up all the way. The sight of the fall and rise was quite demotivating after we had covered all the distance.

Within an hour and a half we reached the Tiger’s Nest through the valley of steps. We had to deposit cameras, bags and other things at a safe-deposit locker, with the security. It is mandated to go in full sleeves inside the monastery, so we put on our jackets. Removing our shoes we visited the various prayer rooms where either Buddha or Guru Rinpoche were worshipped. And then we visited the famed tiger’s nest (Guru Rinpoche’s meditation chamber) which has now been made navigable to an extent by multiple steeply placed wooden ladders.

Climbing down took us around one and half hours and it was relatively easy. The total trek involved walking of around 12 kms but as you can see from the data snap. However, the most difficult part of the trek was the steepness of the mountains. And then we had to take another tea-break at the Taktsang cafe, while descending. We reached our cab and went on to have lunch at a restaurant in the city. It was around 5 pm when our over starved stomachs could receive some hot chappatis with curry.

We went on to visit a famous temple at Paro known by the name of Kyichu Lhakhang which is adorned with cherry blossoms. It was again visited by Guru Rinpoche in the 8th century, which means more mystery to the place.

We went back to our hotel rooms and after having a light dinner we fell asleep with peace.

24/Mar/2015 0930 hrs – PARO – THIMPU

Next morning, before we diverted towards Thimpu, we visited a few more locations at Paro: Rinpung Dzong, National Museum of Bhutan and a monastery beside Paro Chhu (Chhu means water in Bhutanese) known as Tamchhog Lhakhang, on our way.

The Tamchhog Lhakhang Monastery is located on a hill encapsulating the chilly waters of Paro Chhu. There are two wire bridges to help you cross to the other side of the river and reach the monastery.

By lunchtime, we had arrived at Thimpu. After a sumptuous lunch at the checked-in hotel, we started with a few visits to nearby places later in the afternoon. The weather had gradually transformed into an overcast sky by the time we had reached the Buddha Point. One of the largest Buddha rupas in the world, the statue is made of bronze gilded with gold, measuring a whopping 52 meters. And, the clouds enclosed within the Himalayan ranges with distant snowcaps, reflecting on the statue, give Buddha a rather majestic look.

In a few minutes, it started raining, and we were soon greeted with a light hailstorm. We took a break at a higher mountain which revealed a partly lit Tashichho Dzong and it warmed our hearts in this cold chilly rains of ice.

With ice melting on our jackets, we returned to our hotel rooms to warm ourselves up, with a silent enthusiasm to take on the next day’s trek.

25/Mar/2015 1000 hrs – THIMPU – CHERIE MONASTERY

A 20 km drive to the north of Thimpu valley, took us beyond some charming snow-caps and black mountains, towards the base of Cherie Monastery. Along with Tango monastery on the other mountain, this serves as a monastic school for study of mathematics, philosophy and sciences for Buddhist students. As one of the monks told us, a student after 9 years of study at Tango monastery graduates to Cheri Monastery, for 3 more years of specialization. Till then he is allowed to come in social contact with other people. Then post specialization from Cherie, he goes to a higher mountain, devoid of social contact, to concentrate solely on the spiritual realms of existence. There is a temple at the base of the Cheri mountain, from where we started the short trek, after crossing a small foot-bridge.

The trek took us about an hour though the exquisite overlapping of Himalayan mountain ranges.

Cheri Monastery is said to have visited by Guru Rinpoche in the 8th century itself, long before its construction in 1620. And the mountains and the skies do possess a mystic equilibrium for the human mind.

We were greeted by some mountain goats grazing lazily on the greener grass. There was a giant pet dog of the monastery who greeted us by showing us the door to the monastery.

We took some drinking water from the monastery, after paying our respects to Guru Rinpoche. The return journey did not take much time and we reached the base, after a short while. There is a small river flowing at the base of both the mountains which house Tango and Cherie monasteries. Effectively, it was a two and half hour short trek, which was made to last three hours due to our frequent breaks. The steepness of Tiger’s nest was missing, as our feet had some comfortable plains to cover here.

Then onwards we went to visit the Takin Reserve, which preserves the national animal of Bhutan. Legend has it that a Tibetian saint conjured the first Takin from the head of a goat and the skeleton of a cow, and then onwards it was seen grazing among the Himalayan mountains. Though nothing spectacular in itself, we did get an opportunity to cover some of the beautiful landscapes enclosed by the snowcaps.

In the evening, we went on to visit the flag hoisting ceremony at Tashichho Dzong. The Dzong opens to public after official hours. There are various administrative offices, temples and staff quarters inside the campus. One of the temples is open to public as you can see below.

26/Mar/2015 0930 hrs – THIMPU – PUNAKHA – DOCHULA PASS TREK

We checked out of our hotel at Thimpu with loads of happy experiences of lovely Indian food along with Bhutanese delicacies. Enroute to Punakha (the old capital of Bhutan) we had to go via Dochula Pass. This memorial of 108 chortens were built in 2003 by the Queen Mother to honour the Bhutanese soldiers who were killed fighting Indian rebels.

There is a temple on the opposite hill, which faces the memorial. The temple does stand tall upon a hill, with pillars placed on its circumference.

At around 11:15 AM, we started one of the long treks which went up to Lungchu Tsey Monastery. Navigating through dense forests, steep slopes, slippery terrain and colourful flower beds, it took us around 3 hours to reach the highest point housing Lungchu Tsey monastery, at 3556 m altitude. With an overcast sky, this was one of the steepest treks we undertook, and then we had to to get down at the other side of the mountain which was situated at a distance of 5 kms by road.

Once we saw the monastery we were dazed by its coolness and serenity. A kind monk came down to greet us along with three pet dogs of the monastery, who escorted us further towards the prayer room on the top. We could notice some beautiful flowers in the vicinity and we met some other monks who spoke in Bhutanese, of which we could understand none.

Then paying my respect to Guru Padmasambhava, I placed a small petal picked up earlier during the trek, on the altar. Innately we all had the feeling of completing the trek, due to his blessings. Then the divine calling for tea with some biscuits were heard and transmitted by this kind monk. We then could muster enough energy to start our journey towards the other end of the mountain.

When we started trekking down, a slow hailstorm began its course and our jackets, bags were drenched with melting ice. Palms and feet had gone numb and some of us heard cries of wild animals. Someone had earlier warned us against testing our luck against these wild animals. Walking through darkness of clouds and muddy slippery terrain, we tried to hurry through the rest of the journey but our feet would not allow us to do so. We covered a total of 16.28 kms before we could spot our car waiting for us. We went downhill via Tashigang Gumba and walked almost continuously for two and half hours with limited breaks. The last of our chocolates were finished on our way back.

Finally we could see a muddy road connecting to the main road and we could see a cab from this side of the hill. And it was indeed a mirage, it took us another 20-25 minutes around the mountains, before we could reach the main road.

With almost immobile feet we boarded the cab, when we started towards Punakha. In two and half hours we reached Punakha as the road blocks were removed after 05:30 PM, in the evening. We had a forgettable dinner at a restaurant before reaching our hotel. It is located in Wangdue (pronounced Wangdee) which is again at a upslope distance of 45 minutes from the main town.

27/Mar/2015 1030 hrs –  PUNAKHA

This day was our penultimate day in Bhutanese soil, for we had a long journey till Siliguri the next day. We visited the Punakha Dzong which was the administrative center of the nation till 1955. The Dzong is located at the confluence of two rivers – Po Chhu (father) and Mo Chhu (mother). Inside the Dzong are administrative settlements and it’s home to one of the royal bloodlines. We found this Buddhist Wheel of Life again, (bhavacakra) painted on one of the outside temple walls.

We took a small walk toward the other end of the Dzong to have a look at the longest suspension bridge of Bhutan, which should measure around 200 meters. It was fun crossing the bridge, to have some locally manufactured mango drink at the other side.

It turns out to be quite an amazing view when you look at the meanderings of the river against these mountains.

On returning to our hotel in the afternoon, we did some local scouting to get the sim recharged. With some refreshing tea, we rested our legs on the rocks surrounding Dangchu river. At around 10 pm in the night, we came to know of the absence of credit card facility of the resort and had to take the hotel car to get cash from an atm in the town.

28/Mar/2015 0630 hrs –  PUNAKHA – PHUENTSHOLING – SILIGURI

Next morning, we had to bid goodbye to Bhutan and start our journey back home. We left quite early in the morning as there were several blocks in Punakha, owing to road work. We had to stay at a block for 1.5 hours before, going through the clouds. A late breakfast at Thimpu rejuvenated us and we managed to reach Phuentsholing at around 04:30 PM. Paying rest of the bill for the cab, we took another cab leaving the Himalayan Kingdom, to reach Siliguri at around 08:30 PM.

We all had next morning flights back home from Bagdogra airport. All I could recall during sleep, was an old path with white clouds.

A few weeks ago, I stumbled upon a NOS (New Old Stock) Faber Castell 554D Progress fountain pen, when I was searching for inks. It was placed inside a cellophane wrap, printed with green A.W Faber-Castell and was finally packaged inside a small cardboard box. A small pen which kind of resembled a rather compressed modern MB146, with its striped ink-windows. Since, I have an excellent experience with most of the Faber-Castell fountain pens including the reviewed ones here – Ambition, Intuition and Elemento, I went ahead and purchased the pen. Later, Faber-Castell Co. confirmed that the 554D featured in their brochure till 1960.

Faber-Castell started manufacturing fountain pens in 1951, after acquiring the Osmia Company and produced fountain pens till 1975. It carried the Osmia logo [diamond-in-a-circle] till the 1960s, given Osmia’s high brand recognition in the fountain pen industry and the same logo is also present in this one.

PRESENTATION

I like the vintage bit of packaging in the traditional way - a thick cardboard box, which has actually become thin these days. As you can see, the cellophane wrap carries the green A.W Faber-Castell name. There is a classical user-guide in German, with instructions on how to fill the pen.

DESIGN

The pen is made of up plastic parts with gold plated trims. This gloss of black and dazzle of gold is still being followed in modern times.

The nib size and the model number are etched in golden on the barrel, just below the piston-knob.

The golden cap band mentions PROGRESS on one side and FABER-CASTELL on the other.

The striped transparency of ink windows renders a rather elegant angle to the overall design of the pen.

FILLING SYSTEM

The piston filling system was initially clogged, as the lubricants had dried out over all these years. After the first stop of the piston knob, by rotating the piston-knob further in a counter-clockwise direction, the entire piston unit can be pulled out. I applied some silicone grease (metroark211) on the piston seal, which is made of transparent plastic, and the piston mechanism was as good as new. If you can notice a white plastic thing through the ink windows below, that’s the piston seal.

It takes in a good amount of ink with the piston fill mechanism, which lasts as long as the 0.8-0.9 mL capacity Faber-Castell converters.

NIB – ALL THAT MATTERS

The 14k gold nib is inserted into a screw-fit sleeve unit and the unit can be easily unscrewed from the barrel. It is a vintage EF nib and has got a hint of feedback, which is duly compensated by a rather wet flow of ink. You will notice an old Osmiadiamond-in-a-circle logoembossed at the centre of the nib with Faber and Castell at top and bottom respectively. The nib specifications of 14K and 58.5% follow these impressions towards the tail end.

PHYSICS OF IT – RELATIVELY SPEAKING

The cigar structure of this pen makes it a somewhat comfortable companion. The only disadvantage is that the cap cannot be posted securely.

Uncapped Length ~ 12 cm

Nib Leverage ~ 1.85 cm

Capped Length ~ 13.3 cm

Though the length is comparable to a M400, a wider grip section and post-ability of cap are the duly missed elements. Now a days, most of the fountain pens can be posted.

OVERALL

This vintage 14k nib has a wet flow, with a hint of feedback like most EF nibs. The nib is quite stiff with no hint of flex. There is also a bit of line variation among the horizontal and vertical lines. It takes almost the same time (15 secs) to dry as a modern GvFC Intuition Fine nib.

It was fun reviewing the 554D. Hope you enjoyed it.