Have fountains pens become a thing of the past?

I have always loved the idea of staining my fingers with ink leaking from a fountain pen. Also, I have liked the smell of ink. Ever since I moved to Delhi, I didn't have a fountain pen. Today, I went to Ber Sarai market with the intent of buying myself an inexpensive fountain pen along with a bottle of green ink, the only colour that I used during my entire college days. For those who aren't aware, Ber Sarai is a small market opposite old Jawaharlal Nehru University campus, famous for its book and stationery shops. I don't think it would be an exaggeration if I say that every person preparing for the civils exam in Delhi has visited this place at least once, or at least knows about it.

Lots of Indians would be happy with the 2010 Budget (key features of India's budget 2010) that was presented by finance minister Pranab Mukherjee before the Lok Sabha—the new income tax rates will reduce tax burden of lots of people, me included. But I can't drink and rejoice in the reduced tax burden—not because booze has become expensive from now on.

Like many of you, if left to me, I wouldn't pay any taxes. Not because I am too greedy to give some of my earnings for the country and my folks. At subconscious level, I want to live in a society where everyone's requirements are fulfilled and each person has a dignified life. But let's face it—we live in country with stark disparities. There can be a rich person drinking expensive Scotish wine and romancing the moonlit winter night with its stars, oblivious of a poor migrant labourer in the same city, trying to fall asleep on the pavement of the same lane, with a  poor quality blanket between him and the chilly winter night. It's the same country, same city and the same night, but, for one, it's a romance and, for the other, it's an ordeal.