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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!

Somehow, this 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


Contributed By:  Bimal Trivedi [email protected] I am a numismatist. like to write on Indian coins - ancient to mughal. more at: f6e0xk9qnp5







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