Mohammed Shamim is planning to carry aflatoon for his family back home in Kharaj (Dinmanpur) village in Samastipur district of Bihar. “It doesn’t get spoilt during the 36-hour journey, and it’s the best mithai in Mumbai,” he says of the ghee and mawa -based delicacy. It has been six months since Shamim has gone back to Kharaj and he is preparing weeks in advance for the visit. His wife Seema Khatun wants him to bring “a Bambai style suit [ salwar kameez ],” a hair oil, a shampoo, a face cream and another gift that he is shy to speak of.

Sitting on the floor, Shamim is rapidly weaving plastic leaves and flowers into a netted fabric tied to wooden logs from all sides. He has been working at this workshop – “everyone knows it as Aslambhai ka karkhana ” – in Mahim in central Mumbai  for nearly a decade, since he first came to Mumbai for zari work.

In the karkhana , clothes, bags and mattresses are kept on racks in a small side room. Up to 35 workers – most of them are migrants – sit at a time for zari weaving in the 400-square feet main room. Many of them sleep in the same room at night. The ceiling fan is not enough during the summer, so, Shamim says, smiling, “Everyone wants to sleep close to the only pedestal fan in the room.”

Traditionally, zari was made with strands of gold or silver alloy woven into yarn; it now also refers to threading with copper or cheaper alloys, or embellishment with various other materials, including glossy plastic. At the Mahim workshop, the weavers embroider zari with metallic thread too, depending on the orders placed by buyers – usually, stores and  fashion designers.

Shamim, now 40, started his journey toward this small room when he was around 15. He had only studied up to Class 5 in an Urdu-medium school. His grandfather and an uncle took care of the family after his father Mohammed Safik, was diagnosed with kala-azar (an illness caused by the bite of a sandfly), and remained ailing for over a decade. If he had not taken up zari work, Shamim says he too would have been a butcher, like his father.

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Zari workers
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Left: Mohammed Shamim at work. Right: The fabric crafted at this workshop makes it way to stores and high-end fashion designers

“Then my mother requested my paternal uncle to find me a job in Delhi, where he was a tailor,” he recalls. “That was in 1994. I cried on the train to Delhi from Samastipur. My uncle offered me mithai but I didn’t want anything except my home at that time. All young boys cry before going to another city to learn zari work.”

In Delhi, Shamim started working as a helper in a refrigerator factory. But an old fracture on his right hand made it difficult for him to carry heavy objects. “The fracture had healed but my hand would still swell up every time I carried weights,” he says, embroidering plastic pearls onto the netted fabric.

So his uncle introduced him to a friend who was a zari weaver and asked him to teach Shamim. During a one-year apprenticeship in Delhi, Shamim was not paid but got food and a space to sleep in the workshop. “The first three months they taught me easy handwork [stitching on the zari ]. It took me a year to become good at it,” he recalls. For some years, Shamim worked in several localities of Delhi as a zari weaver. Over time, he matched the speed and precision of other zari artists and started earning Rs. 65 a day.

When a former colleague in a zari workshop in Raghubir Nagar in Delhi, who had shifted to Mumbai, advised Shamim to move here too, he started making plans. In 2009, he came to Mumbai. He was initially terrified of the big city, he says. His acquaintances here had told him there is “ taporigiri ” (rowdy behaviour) in the city, and outsiders were harassed. “People would say ‘ maaro Bihari ko, Bengali ko, Bhaiyya ko’. Now things have changed.”

Close up of hand while doing zari work.
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'The first three months they taught me easy handwork. It took me a year to become good at it', Shamim recalls of his early years as a zari worker

As an experienced worker, Shamim now earns Rs. 550 a day. In the zari -weaving trade, for the first six hours of work (counted as one nafri or majdoori , a unit of the total work done), the workers get Rs. 225, for the next four hours (the 10 hours make it two nafri) they earn Rs. 225, and then Rs. 100 for two more hours (12 hours make it two-and-a-half nafri ). Or, a maximum of Rs. 550 for 12 hours of work.

Shamim’s monthly earning total around Rs. 12,000-13,000. Of this,  Rs. 4,000 is spent on his own expenses. He sends around Rs. 8,000 to Seema Khatun and their kids. She gives Rs. 1,000 to his parents, who stay in a house close to theirs.

In 2018, Shamim and Seema got their own one-room house with a small kitchen  under the Pradhan Mantri Awas Yojana. Of the Rs. 120,000 they were to receive as assistance under this scheme, a middleman kept Rs. 20,000, Shamim says. “I had to take a loan of Rs. 20,000 from my brother-in-law.” He has repaid half the debt and tries to save Rs. 1,000 every month to pay back the remaining Rs. 10,000.

Shamim and Seema got married when he was 20 and she was 15. Their  son, Mohammed Irfan, 10, and a daughter Mantasa Parveen, 8, study in a government school in Kharaj, their village in Khanpur block of Bihar. The eldest son Mohammed Imran, 16, is writing his Class 10 exams and doesn’t wish to study further. He plans  to work with his grandfather as a butcher.

Shamim does not want him to come to Mumbai for zari work because, he says, it takes a lot of effort for low wages. “I introduced my younger brother to zari and handwork, but he didn’t even continue learning it, neither did my khala’s son [cousin]."  His brother now works in a shop in Gurugram, carrying parcels on a cart for deliveries, and the cousin switched to tailoring. "I don't want my son to be underpaid and overworked like I am," Shamim adds. "I want this art to die with me."

Weavers working
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workers stay in factory.
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In the Mahim workshop, personal items are kept on racks in a side room; many of the 35 weavers here sleep at night in the 400-square feet main room

When Shamim turned 30, threading the needle became difficult – despite the 14 tubelights in the Mahim workshop – and his vision became blurred. The eyesight of zari workers usually deteriorates after some years of work. Pointing his needle at his  co-worker Abdul, he playfully says, “He got married a year ago and does not wear glasses, he doesn’t want to look like an old man, as I do.”

Shamim and his co-workers get a tiffin from a woman in the neighbourhood. “But I like Dilli better, Kharaj was closer and the food was more delicious and cheaper,” he says.  The tiffin service costs Rs. 450 for 12 meals over six days. It includes non-vegetarian food twice a week, usually chicken and sometimes buffalo meat. Shamim says his wife cooks much better beef than the meat in his tiffin, it’s not so bland.

On Sundays, a holiday, the workers eat outside, and sometimes Shamim goes to the seaside in Mahim to catch the breeze, or to the nearby Baba Makhdoom Shah dargah. In a few weeks, he will board the cramped general compartment of the Pawan Express to go back to Kharaj (Dinmanpur). The metal roof on his house needs to be replaced with a cemented ceiling, which will require him to stay back for about a month. “Helping my father with khatik work [the butcher’s business] is the best option when I’m on a leave, it keeps the money [between Rs. 100 and Rs. 400 a day] coming in,” he says.

“I can’t afford to get into a new line of work, it will require a year or so to get hold of it. How will my family survive till then in the village?” he asks, before his voice is drowned out by the azaan from a nearby dargah .

Urja is a Video Editor and a documentary filmmaker at the People’s Archive of Rural India

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Editor : Sharmila Joshi

Sharmila Joshi is former Executive Editor, People's Archive of Rural India, and a writer and occasional teacher.

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