IN A SPIN – A Potters Tale!
a poem dedicated to Babu Sanchaniya.
As the earth spins,
Creating day and night in our world
And letting life grow;
I too, spin.
As He with his magic caresses and shapes
The lifeless mud:
Vessels and pots– each formed with my spinning and his touch.
Together, we create something new every time
out of nothing at all;
We are the best team.
So when years pass,
And the children grow,
His face looks wrinklier and hair starts turning grey,
I still spin.
As the trees around me grow taller
And the children’s dreams larger
When sunshine scatters and rain falls,
When I have a large audience or when I lose company,
I, like the earth, still spin–
With my constancy, we create change
And with my permanence, we create articles of temporariness.
If the only thing that is constant is change,
I am the change,
And I am the constant.
Babu Sanchaniya hails from a village Haripar Par, near Rajkot, Gujarat. His family has been in pottery for generations, though today he is the only one left practicing this art, with dreams of wedding film and photography and imitation jewellery gaining more importance. The art has moved from a previously large space in his house to practice pottery to occupying a small space today. Babubhai says he will hold on to his small space till his health permits.
Argyrotype photographic print: siddharth kaneria