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Tak-tak-tak! The rhythmic sounds are coming from a
tarpaulin-covered hut in Kodavatipudi. Mulampaka Bhadraraju is tapping a pot
using a chekka sutti,  a small
paddle-like wooden hammer that moulds a pot into a perfect round shape.

“The thicker chekka sutti is for closing the bottom of the pot. This regular one
is for making the bottom more smooth. The thinnest chekka sutti is for smoothening the entire pot,” explains the
70–year-old Bhadraraju who switches between hammers depending upon what is
needed.

He says the thinner, regular-sized one is
made from the branches of the palm tree (Borassus flabellifer) and the thickest one from the arjuna tree (Terminalia arjuna). He moves to the
thinnest chekka sutti and the beat
gets significantly quieter.

It takes him about 15 minutes to shape a
large pot measuring 20 inches in diameter. If he breaks or ruptures a side, he
quickly fixes it by adding clay and repeating the tapping process.

Bhadraraju has been a potter since he was
15 years old. He lives and works in Kodavatipudi, a village in Anakapalli
district, and belongs to the Kummara
community, listed as Other Backward Caste (OBC) in Andhra Pradesh. 

The septuagenarian potter gets his clay
from a pond on land he bought 15 years ago – a half an acre for Rs.
1,50,000.  Through the year, he also pays
Rs. 1,000 to get 400 kilograms of erra mitti (red
clay) delivered to his plot from a sand, soil and gravel supplier in
Kotauratla, the neighbouring village.

He built two huts on the land using the
leaves of the coconut palm and tarpaulin as roofing. The covered space allows
him to work year-round without the monsoon disrupting his work. He uses one hut
to make and shape the pots; in the smaller hut he bakes them. “When we have
200-300 pots, we bake them [over a bed of dry wood],” he says, collected from
an open ground nearby. “They [pots] dry in the hut itself,” he adds.

He paid for this land with his savings.
“They [local banks] did not give me a loan. I have asked them many times
before, but no one ever gave me a loan.” He prefers not to deal with
moneylenders as his work output is uncertain – for every 10 pots he makes, 1-2
break in the process. “Not all the pots dry perfectly, a portion of the pots
breaks apart while drying,” he says, pointing to the dozen cracked pots lying
in the corner of the hut.

The process of making pots, from start to
finish, usually takes him about a month; he works nearly 10 hours a day. “If my
wife helps, we can finish [shaping] even 20-30 pots a day,” he says as he
continues tapping, pausing only now and then to emphasise a point as he is
speaking. At the end of the month, the tally is roughly 200-300 pots.This is the sole source of income for his
family of six — his three daughters, one son, and his wife. “Only this,” he
asserts, has paid for household expenses and his children’s marriages.

Bhadraraju sells his pots to wholesalers
from Visakhapatnam
and Rajahmundry
who come every week and pick them up from the roughly 30 kummaras in the village. The pots are
sold in the market for various purposes: “For cooking, for calves to drink
from, whatever serves their needs,” says the potter.

“Wholesalers from Visakhapatnam buy it
for 100 rupees per pot, whereas in Rajahmundry wholesalers buy it for 120
rupees per unit,” says Bhadraraju and adds, “If everything goes well, I can get
30,000 rupees [in a month].”

Ten years ago, Bhadraraju worked as a
potter in an arts and crafts shop in Goa. “People of several other states were
also there, all engaged in different crafts,” he says. He would get Rs. 200-250
for each pot. “But the food there was unsuitable for me so I left after six
months,” he says.

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A few metres away is the home of Kameshwararao
Manepalli, also a potter.  Here
the thudding sound of the chekka sutti has
been replaced by a slow, whirring sound from a machine-run wheel which will
shape the pot on the wheel itself. 

All the potters in the village have
switched to machine-run wheels. Bhadraraju is the only one who still manually
operates a wheel and isn’t interested in switching to a machine-operated wheel.
“I have been doing this work since I was 15,” he says, adding that he is used
to long working hours and labour. The machine-run wheels are also designed to
make much smaller pots, and not the traditional 10-litres ones that Bhadraraju
makes.

Manepalli, like many older potters,
switched to a machine-run wheel five years ago due to ill health and surgery,
“I have had an ulcer in my stomach for the past 6-7 years,” he says.  The manual wheel caused him pain when he spun
it. The automatic machine wheel was pain free.

“I bought a machine-operated potter’s
wheel for 12,000 rupees. After it got damaged, I received another one from the
Khadi Grahmina Society for free. I make pots with that now.”

“The plain [small] pot costs 5 [rupees].
If you put a design on it, it would cost 20,” he says, emphasising that they
are used for decoration only. Also from the Kummara community, the 46-year-old
has been doing this work since a teenager along with his father. He has
continued to work alone after his father passed away 15 years ago.  

Manepalli is the sole earner for his
family of six – three children, wife and mother. “If I work every day, I earn
10,000 [rupees a month]. The charcoal for burning the pots costs around 2,000
rupees. After that, I am only left with 8,000 rupees.”

The veteran potter works irregular hours
because of his poor health, often skipping work days entirely. “What else can I
do?” he says when asked if he does any other work, adding, “this is the only
job I have.”

Kummaras of Kodavatipudi

کوڈاوتی پُڈی کے کمہار

கொடவாட்டிப்புடியின் குயவர்கள்

ਕੋਡਾਵਤੀਪੁੜੀ ਦੇ ਘੁਮਿਆਰਾਂ ਦੀ ਕਹਾਣੀ

କୋଡ଼ାବାଟିପୁଡ଼ିର କୁମ୍ମାରା

कोडावटीपुडीचे कुंभार

കൊടവട്ടിപൂഡിയിലെ കുമ്മരന്മാർ

ಕೊಡವಟಿಪುಡಿಯ ಕುಂಬಾರರು

कोडावतीपुडी के कुम्हार

કોડાવટ્ટીપુડીના કુંભાર

कोडावटीपुड़ी के कोंहार लोग

বৈদ্যুতিক চাকায় নতুন ঘুর্ণি কোড়াভাটিপুড়ির কুমোরপাড়ায়

কোড়াভাটিপুড়িৰ কুমাৰসকল

కొడవటిపూడి కుమ్మరులు

Kodavatipudi

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Kummaras of Kodavatipudi

Bhadraraju makes clay pots that can hold 10 litres of water. Every part of the process is done by hand, his wife joining him for some tasks. While the other potters in Kodavatipudi have switched to machine-operated wheels, the 70-year-old veteran potter has no intention of doing so

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