The Coin Finds a Collector
This statement does
look enigmatic but in many cases it happens and in my case it is
entirely true. I had spent my childhood in a small town where there
were no coin dealers and the hobby was hardly pursued by anybody.
In school days, going to a temple situated a couple of kilometers
on dusty road was part of my daily routine. The last kilometer stretch
was passing thru’ old market place which was in dilapidated state
and there was hardly any commercial activity as all the shops were
shut. Many closed shops were part of the residences. One shop cum
residence had fine murals of peacock in shining bright colours.
Though I never had any knowledge about art and its technique – I
liked the paintings and never missed looking at those paintings
and admire them. Perhaps, being an art lover is the first ‘requirement’
for a collector.
One fine wintry
evening I was proceeding to the temple, I stepped on something
which made some metallic sound. I was wondering what it could
be. Intuitively I bent down to look what was there. There
was something like black piece of metal lying on stony surface.
I picked it up and looked at it. I could only see a bust in
the fading light. Looked like money. Mom’s instruction was
to never pick up anything lying on ground. But this looked
like old money and I thought overruling mom’s good advise
would be prudent.
I brought it home and showed it to many friends. There were
suggestions to clean that piece by either dipping in sour
buttermilk or in tamarind juice or in lemon water. I tried
the last option. I could see a better part of the bust and
on the reverse there were something looked like three hills,
stars and a crescent moon. Delighted!
One close friend
was very excited. He took (lured me) me to his home to have
a look at his stamp collections. He showed me some US stamps
and persuaded me to barter a foreign stamp with my coin. I
agreed and brought a Videshi item my home. More Delighted!
deal was revealed to my mother and there was a strict instruction
to bring that metal piece back. There was no option but to
listen to mother. I rushed to the stamp collector friend.
After a heated argument and Dhak-Dhamki could get my metal
piece back. One day my father was talking about Indian history,
about western kshatrapa Rudradaman’s stone inscription in
Junagadh, about usage of Brahmi script in those day etc..
Eager to know more, I visited a library in a nearby town,
lo and behold! I saw an image of a coin resembling mine.
That was the birthday of a one more coin collector! A Coin
Found a Collector!!! -Bimal Videshi Foreign
firstname.lastname@example.org I am a numismatist. like
to write on Indian coins - ancient to mughal. more at: http://coinnetwork.ning.com/profiles/blog/list?user