Mohamad, the sieve maker of Ahmedabad

“Shuru shuru mein ek nang banane mein aadhi kalak lagati thi meri [Earlier it used to take me half an hour to make a single piece].” Mohamad bhai is stroking the cuts on his fingertips with his thumb as he speaks about sieve-making. He may still cut his fingers while working but it has got easy for him with time and experience. He speaks in a peculiar Hindi, a kind that is often spoken among Muslims in Gujarat, with a generous smattering of Gujarati words. “Ek mahina taklif padi mere ko. Ab ek nang paanch minute mein ban jaata hai [But once I got a hang of it, I was able to do it faster. It was tough for about a month, but now I can make one piece in five minutes],” he smiles.

We are sitting in a 10 X 10 room inside Qutbi building in Ahmedabad, home to Mohamad Charnawala, 43, and his 76-year-old ammi (mother), Rukaiya Maujhusaini. Theirs is one of the 24 houses in this two-storey building in Daudi Vora’s Roza, a chawl, where working class Muslims reside, near Ahmedabad’s Kalupur station. Step on the other side of the modern looking railway station, and you are in the old city.

Making your way through the lanes, the food, the fights and squabbles, occasional abusive words in the air, and slow-moving traffic, you will hit a web of roads – one going diagonal, one winding towards the right, one turning left into a dead end, and one meandering, then straightening and then merging into another. That is the one that would bring you to Qutbi building, belonging to Vora Trust in Daudi Vora’s Roza, where a total of 110 families live.

Mohamad bhai walks from here for about 30 kilometres, pushing his wooden cart across the city, every three days a week. He starts at six o’clock in the morning. “Where all his father used to go!” Rukaiya exclaims, remembering her husband, wiping her face with her chunni. “He used to go beyond the river, to the other side of the Sabarmati and return late at 9 or 10 in the night.” Abba Moijhusaini died in February 2023. He was 79 then.

No, Mohamad bhai did not learn his craft from his fathe r. “Ho gayi himat to kar liya [I had the courage to give it a try and I did it],” he says. “I used to watch him make those [sieves] at home. But I never touched a piece when he was alive. I guess I learnt by watching.” His father used to work in his maternal uncle’s tea shop but after a fight he left that work and started making sieves. Mohamad bhai recalls that “from 1974 when we moved to Saraspur my father used to go out with his cart,” and did the same work till he died.

Mohamad bhai, however, is new to this work. He only started five months after his father’s death. And he does this for three days a week. “On other days I paint 200-250 kg valves for diesel, petrol, gas that are used in bigger units. I go from 9 in the morning till 7.30 in the evening with a half-hour for lunch. I get 400 rupees a day.” His sieve repair work does not bring him much money. “Koi din sau aaye. Koi din panchaso bhi le kea aye. Koi din nahi bhi laaye. Koi nakki nahi [Some days I bring 100 rupees, some days I may bring 500 rupees, someday there will be nothing at all. Nothing is fixed],” he says. 

But then why doesn’t he do the valve colouring work all days a week? 

“If you are in a business you can hope to grow, make progress. The other thing is called a job, you go in the morning you come back at night.” He looks exhausted and hopeful at the same time.

“I studied till Class 7. I was even admitted to Class 8, but then the riots broke out. I never went back to school. Started working from then. Worked in a shop repairing Primus stoves for 5 rupees a day. I even made kerosene pumps, welding rods. Did many things,” he says. Sieve repairing and making is his latest venture.

There are many sieve repairers in Ahmedabad and in other cities, but not many who offer a door-to-door repairing service like Mohamad bhai. “First it was only my father and now it is me. I do not know of anyone else who runs a repair servicing cart. Have heard of no one. Have seen no one. I am the only one walking around with this cart,” says he.

His cart is laden with iron nets of different strength and thickness, some old sieves, a chisel, few rivets, a plier, a rather big pair of scissors, a couple of hammers, and a piece of railway track about three feet long. Clad sometimes in a kurta pyjamas, sometimes in a trouser and shirt, a pair of old slippers on his feet, a napkin on his shoulder to wipe his face, he pushes his cart, weighing a 100 kilogram, through the city lanes.

Making one sieve means more than one visit to the market. Mohamad bhai first buys a tin sheet from the market, then cuts the sheet according to the desired length and width. Then he takes the cut sheets to a press in the market to get them folded and get flat bars ready for the rim. What he calls 
'a press' is more like a little shop where they cut, press the iron sheets.

At home he fixes two rivets with a link on the bars, and then off to the market he goes again, this time to get “kor-kandoro” – a process where they get the frame and the skirt for the sieve ready. Once home, he fixes the woven wire mesh and the rivets to the now round frame of the sieve.

“You use a wider mesh for popcorn, puffed rice, roasted gram, and betelnut. We call that one with bigger opening ‘No. 5’. Everything else is a ‘running item’, used for wheat, rice, millet and all,” Mohamad bhai speaks holding a big sieve in front of me. “I sell a new one for 70 rupees, I can repair an old one for forty or forty-five. It all depends on the quality of the mesh.”

The quality of the mesh is another way of identifying the sieve in addition to its size, he explains. “They can come in various sizes - 10’, 12’, 13’, 15’ or 16’ in diameter and in each one them can have different quality of mesh as well,” he explains.

“One 30 meter roll of woven wire mesh costs about 4000 rupees. I charge 10 to 40 rupees for running items, ordinary sieves. For No. 12 I may charge rupees 70 or 80, it all depends on the customer. There are those who are willing to give me 90 or 100 also.”

He spends Rs. 35,000 on the raw material every few months. His monthly earnings come to six to seven thousand rupees. The expenses are heavy, he says with a sigh “There are just two of us and yet we spend almost all that I bring home.” Then he smiles suddenly and says, “I don’t go to work anywhere on a Sunday. One day I rest.”