Sreelakshmi Prakash

Sharmila Joshi

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There is no name board above the workshop. “Yeh to ek gumnam dukaan hai [It’s just an anonymous shop],” says
Mohammed Azeem. Inside, the 8x8 feet shed’s asbestos walls are covered with
soot and spiderwebs. A small iron and mud furnace stands in a corner, a heap of burnt
black soil covered with blue tarpaulin lies at the centre. Every morning around 7 a.m. Azeem cycles through the narrow lanes of Doodh Bowli in west Hyderabad, and parks his bicycle near this
workshop, its rear wall merging into the compound wall of the Hakeem Mir Wazir Ali cemetery. Here, amid dusty plastic containers, rusted metallic boxes, broken
buckets, and tools and punches scattered on the floor – with barely any space
to work – he begins his workday, painstakingly making sand-cast metal tokens. A few old tea shops and eateries in Hyderabad still use these tokens (or
coins) that 28-year-old Azeem makes. In the past, similar canteen tokens were used
by mills, military outlets, railways, banks, clubs, cooperatives and various
other establishments. But over time the demand has steeply fallen with people shifting
to plastic tokens or paper receipts. The few Hyderabad restaurants that still
rely on metal tokens use them to calculate the day’s earnings: once customers
order a food item, they are given tokens that correspond to that dish. Ajju, as Azeem is called
by family members and other shopkeepers, estimates he is one of the last few –
less than 10 remain in Hyderabad – craftsmen in the city who still specialises
in moulding these coins.

From the array of boxes he takes out a handful and places them on the
floor. They have inscriptions in English  – tea, rice, idli,
paya, fish, CBS (chicken biryani single),
CBJ (chicken biryani jumbo), MBS (mutton biryani single), MBJ (mutton biryani jumbo),
and so on. Many of the tokens are in the shape of the engraved dish – teapot,
fish, chicken, goat, dosa and others. “We specialise in making these coins and shopkeepers from all over
Hyderabad used to come here to buy them. But now there’s little business,” says
Azeem’s uncle, Mohammed Raheem, a traditional moulder himself, who is in his
60s.  Azeem’s grandparents also did casting work, he says, and made tokens and
ornamental items for the palace during the reign (until 1948) of the last Nizam of Hyderabad. And they would
create metal showpieces for homes. Raheem says he also made small plates engraved with
the names of bicycle owners, which they would hammer into their cycles. Azeem
shows us a metal plate for a cycle that his father had made years ago. Azeem’s father, Mohammed Murtuza, was a master coin-maker, sought after by
everyone in the locality. But decades ago, before Ajju was even born, Murtuza injured
his right arm in a furnace blast and it had to be amputated. Still, Murtaza and Raheem carried on their parents’ legacy. Azeem
doesn’t remember how old he was when he first started casting; he studied till
Class 4 and says his father pulled him out of school after he fought with a
friend. Coin-making, he adds, is the only work he knows.

Over the decades, the family has moved shop several times – driven out
by demolition, by complaints of smoke from the furnace, by space constraints.
They have worked from a shed near Charminar, from another shop near a small masjid in the Charminar area, and, at times,
from their small three-room house, setting up a furnace in one room. Here, Azeem’s
wife Nazima Begum would handle the tasks of collecting soil from nearby
grounds, sieving it, filling it into moulds. During the lockdown that began in March 2020, Murtuza’s savings from his
disability pension of Rs. 2,000 a month helped sustain the family. Azeem’s three
sisters are married and homemakers, and a younger brother does welding work in
a two-wheeler showroom. Murtuza passed away in April 2020 (Azeem’s mother Khaja died in 2007),
and the pension stopped coming in. So in November 2020, Azeem rented the shop
next to the cemetery, the one he now works from, hoping to draw in more customers
and bring in a better income. But the shed is on a pavement and could be taken
down any time by city authorities, he says. During one of my visits here, he had received an order from an eatery in Begumpet the previous day.  The first step, he says, is to choose an appropriate shape – say a tea
cup or a fish – depending on the eatery’s specific order.  Invariably, he has a
master token for these shapes, made long ago, in white metal. Then begins a
precise multi-layered process of creating replicas.

Azeem places a peti (metal frame or mould) on a wooden board
and sprinkles some sanjeera (casting powder) over it. “The powder
will prevent the coins from getting stuck to the sand [soil] particles,” he
says. He then places the tokens of the desired shape one by one on the board. He again fills one-fourth of the peti with
fine soil mixed with a binding agent, a brown liquid made of jaggery. Any soil
or sand will do, he says, as long as it is sieved to remove larger particles.
The sticky mixture is added to the asthar mitti (base soil). On top he adds the black burnt soil residue from
earlier casting works that’s kept covered under the blue tarpaulin. 



Once the entire peti is almost
full, Azeem steps on it to compress
the soil. Then he flips the frame upside down. The shape of the coins is now
embedded onto the mixture. The mould is covered with a lid, he sprinkles some
more sanjeera
powder on it, followed by more layering with asthar
mitti and burnt black soil. He stomps on it again, by now his feet
covered with mud and soot. Then the excess soil is wiped off and the peti is opened. Gently, he removes the
master shapes. They leave cavities with their engravings embedded in the soil
mixture. With a small stick, Azeem makes apertures for molten aluminium to pass
through. With the stick, he evens out the soil inside the cavities to remove
the engravings of previous orders – for example, the name of another eatery. He
closes the peti and latches it
firmly, places a wooden board on top, and then it’s time for the heat-casting.

Coal is loaded into the bhatti (furnace)
using a hand-held blower. Once the coal is glowing hot, Azeem places a metal
container inside with either old unused aluminium coins or solid pieces. When
these melt, using a holder he pours the hot liquid into the peti. He does all this without any protective
gear. “I
have become used to working this way and all that equipment is costly,” he
says. The liquid metal soon solidifies, and within minutes the mould is opened to reveal the new
tokens formed inside. He takes them out and sharpens the edges with a file. “Yeh raha hamara
coin,” he says, holding the small metal object in his palm. The next step is to engrave, in English, the name of the dish and eatery
on the tokens. For this, letter and number punches
have to be hammered into the freshly-minted aluminium tokens. Once a
batch is ready, he uses those new tokens, with the updated engravings, to
repeat the casting process. “The number of coins [per batch] depends on the peti. I have 12 of different sizes,” he says
pointing to a pile of frames. In a medium-sized 15x9
inch peti he can make around 40 tokens at one go. Working for 10 hours, if there are many orders, he can
make up to 600 coins a day.

If, in rare instances, a new design is to be made for which there is no
master coin in white metal, Azeem’s customers are asked to bring a 3D plastic
replica. But these are costly, so most customers prefer to repeat old designs.
(When Azeem’s father Murtuza did the casting work, he would forge new shapes
and designs by hand.) Metal coins last longer than plastic ones and are less expensive, says
Muhammad Moheen, who works as a waiter at a hotel in Begumpet, around 13 kilometres from Azeem’s workshed. He has come to
give an order. “It’s a manual system of
counting and our customers also prefer it,” he adds. “We keep 100 coins for
each dish. Once these are used, we know that 100 servings of that dish have
been sold. That’s how we calculate the day’s earnings. We are uneducated
people, so this system has stuck with us.” ­Azeem charges Rs. 3 to make one coin, but if the quantity is less than 1,000
pieces, he asks for Rs. 4. “I don’t get orders every day, twice or thrice a
week a few customers stop by,” he says. “They know me and the location of my
shop. Or they have my mobile number, so they call and place the order. Someone requires
300 coins, someone wants 1,000. I don’t have a stable income. In a week,
sometimes I earn only 1,000, sometimes 2,500 rupees.”   And sometimes, people give orders and don’t come back to collect the
tokens. Azeem shows us a batch kept on a top shelf. “I made these 1,000
coins but the customer never came back,” he says. After some time, he melts
these unclaimed tokens and reuses them to make other coins.

A large portion of his earnings, Azeem says, goes into the rent for the
two shops – Rs. 800 for the old shop near the masjid
(which he still retains since it’s a way to bring in customers
and because of the low rent in a prime locality) and Rs. 2,000 for the asbestos-workshed near
the cemetery. “Every month, I have to also spend 6,000-7,000 rupees for school fees,
groceries and other household needs,” he says. His younger brother pitches in
with the family’s expenses. By afternoon, Azeem usually returns home to Moinpura, around a kilometre from his shop.
There is barely any furniture in the house, the cement floors are covered with
plastic mats. “I don’t want my children to take up this work, it’s very
dangerous with the furnace and hot metals,” he says. “I want a secure future for my children, I want to give them the best
education possible,” adds his wife Nazima, while their three-year-old daughter
Sameera clings to her and six-year-old son Tahir plays in a corner. In his hand
are several coins and a small iron hammer made for him by his grandfather.

This story is part of a series of 25 articles on livelihoods under lockdown, supported by the Business and Community Foundation.

The anonymous shop in Hyderabad's Old City

जुन्या हैद्राबादमधलं एक 'बेनामी' दुकान

حیدرآباد شہر میں ’ٹوکن‘ کی ایک گمنام دُکان

হায়দরাবাদের ওল্ড সিটির এক নামহীন দোকান

ਹੈਦਰਾਬਾਦ ਸ਼ਹਿਰ ਦੀ ਇੱਕ ਗੁਮਨਾਮ ਦੁਕਾਨ

হায়দৰাবাদৰ অ’ল্ড চিটিৰ নামবিহীন কাৰখানাটো

ହାଇଦ୍ରାବାଦ୍‌ର ପୁରୁଣା ସହରର ବେନାମୀ ଦୋକାନ

ഹൈദരാബാദ് ഓള്‍ഡ്‌ സിറ്റിയിലെ പേരില്ലാത്ത കട

ಪುರಾತನ ನಗರಿ ಹೈದರಾಬಾದನಲ್ಲೊಂದು ಅನಾಮಧೇಯ ಅಂಗಡಿ

హైదరాబాద్ పాతబస్తీలోని ఒక అనామక దుకాణం

हैदराबाद शहर की एक गुमनाम दुकान

ஹைதராபாத் பழைய நகரத்தில் உள்ள பெயர் தெரியாத கடை

West Hyderabad

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The anonymous shop in Hyderabad's Old City

With the expanding use of plastic tokens and paper receipts, Mohammed Azeem is now among the last few craftsmen in Hyderabad still moulding metal ‘canteen coins' for a few old tea shops and eateries

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