Silk route to earn a livelihood

Silk route to earn a livelihood

Silk route to earn a livelihood

SPINNING yarN Many families in Doddaballapur and Chikballapur depend on silk reeling units for their livelihood. Photo by the author

The views of the sprawling townships around Bangalore are wrapped in its fold and are lost in the silky fabric. We slowly reach downhill,  following  the curves of the road, but the fog disappears unveiling small pockets of villages.

We stop by at one such nondescript hamlet and stretch our limbs. The roads seem to lead nowhere. The only signs of civilisation are a few humble homes scattered randomly in the landscape, a pack of street dogs having a noisy fight and a flock of chicken heading aimlessly, cluttering among themselves, exchanging perhaps gossip. We follow a lane that leads us to our destination, a small rudimentary shelter that offers the comfort of a simple house. Our host is Syed, who runs a small silk reeling unit, a livelihood that most families in nearby towns Doddaballapur and Chikballapur still depend on. Syed has gone to the market, says Fauzia, who manages the unit in his absence. She carries with her a basket full of cocoons of the silkworms and throws them in a huge pan of hot water.

We leave our footwear outside and enter the dingy room. The windows are opened out, as smoke soon fills up inside the unit. My eyes get accustomed to the haze as I take a look around. Two women are working on the reeling units extracting silk from the cocoons, grappling with the heat on their faces. Baskets filled with silkworms and cocoons lie around.

Inside the pan, the water boils as one of the women scoops the waste filaments out and flings them around inside another basket. Some wet filaments are hanging around the machines. “We sell the waste and the caterpillars locally to fisheries also,” says Salma, as she joins her sister Fauzia and explains the routine to us.

It’s an eight-hour shift for these women as they begin their day at 7 am. They buy the cocoons in large quantities from the local market and store it in their unit. Sometimes they  purchase from the local society that  acts as a bridge between units who are into sericulture.

The farmers feed the caterpillars with mulberry leaves and wait for them to spin themselves into a cocoon. The cocoons are then sold to units who extract the silk from the harvested cocoons by a process called reeling. Fauzia says, “We first cook the cocoons in boiling water.” This, she explains helps to soften a gum called sericin, that  holds the silk filaments together in the cocoon.

The fibres are then unwound to form a thread. She then asks one of the women to show the process to us. From the softened cooked cocoon, the worker deftly removes thin strands of fibre  and  points to small button holes where the filaments are then  wound on to a wheel through these button holes. A deafening noise fills the room as the machines start working on the filaments which are slowly removed together to form silk threads.

This process is called the cottage basin method where multiple threads are then extracted from the cocoons to form silk every day.

Fauzia shows me the creamy soft threads which are tied together and hung on the wall. The finished yarn is then hung on a nail and weighed and sold to the market or to the local society. “But there is very less money these days,” explains Salma as she takes out the weighing machine. Their profits are obviously dwindling by the day. What started as a fledgling industry by ruler Tipu Sultan in Channapatna and further developed by the Mysore Maharajas and Jamshedji Tata  is probably just about  surviving today.  

Meanhwhile the kids return from school and pose for our cameras as one of the women gets up to leave.  Tired because of the heat around her, she is however amused by the attention that we give her. While I ask her about her work, all that she replies is:  Bahut salon se kar rahi hoon mein … (I’ve been doing this for many years …) and breaks out laughing.

It’s almost three pm and Fauzia gets busy with packing the yarn. We take one last look at the room and some of the cocoons still float in the hot water.  It reminded me of the ancient Chinese myth that I had read about an Empress called Si Ling, also known as Goddess of the silk worm.

The legend goes that a cocoon fell into the princess’ cup of tea and it became silk  when the hot liquid unwound it. The princess went on to become the patron goddess of the industry as well. As I step out, I realise that all I need now is a strong  cup of tea.

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