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Mahalakshmi Dhobi Ghat is an open air laundry place in Mumbai, India.[1] It is located at Mahalaxmi railway station in southern Mumbai, it is also accessible from the Jacob Circle monorail station. The washers, known as dhobis, work in the open to clean clothes and linens from Mumbai's hotels and hospitals. It was constructed in 1890.[2]
The phrase dhobi ghat is used all over India to refer to any place where many washers are present. Inspired by the Mumbai Dhobi Ghat (then Bombay), the British built Dhobi Ghat in Kolkata (then Calcutta) in 1902[3] and there are other dhobi ghat places all over southern Asia.
The Dhobi Kalyan & Audhyogik Vikas Cooperative Society, the apex body that represents washermen, estimates the annual turnover of the Mahalaxmi Dhobi Ghat at around Rs 100 crore. For 18 to 20 hours each day, over 7,000 people flog, scrub, dye and bleach clothes on concrete wash pens, dry them on ropes, neatly press them and transport the garments to different parts of the city. Over one lakh (100,000) clothes are washed each day. Some of the wealthier dhobis have given up on manual cleaning and have now installed large mechanical washing and drying machines.The dhobis collect clothes from all corners of the city, from Colaba to Virar. Their biggest clients are neighbourhood laundries, garment dealers, wedding decorators and caterers, and mid-sized hotels and clubs.[2]
Home to the dhobis and their families (around 200 families), the Dhobi Ghat has seen this occupation passed down from one generation to the next. Also known as the Mahalaxmi Dhobi Ghat, it can be viewed easily from the Mahalaxmi Railway station. The best time to visit Dhobi Ghat is early morning and early afternoon. While the dhobis are in action in the morning to take care of the washing load, the early afternoons are an ideal time to see the clothes dry.[2]
Shortly after, Zohaib Shaikh aka Munna (Prateik Babbar), a dhobi (washerman) who dreams about getting a break in Bollywood, arrives to deliver Arun's laundry. Arun moves into a new apartment the next day. While unpacking, he finds a small container that had been left by the previous tenant, Yasmin, of the apartment. In it, he finds a silver chain, a ring, and three videotapes (Pehli chitti, Doosri chitti and Aakhri chitti) by Yasmin Noor. The tapes turn out to be video diaries through which Yasmin communicates with her brother. In the tape, she is generally happy and shows her apartment, which is the same one Arun is occupying now. The next morning, Arun is informed by his manager that art dealers, impressed with his art, have decided to open a gallery in Sydney featuring his works. Arun is pleased by this, as it would also give him a chance to visit his ex-wife and child, settled in Australia. He begins to work on a new painting.
Munna continues struggling to find work in films. To earn a living, he washes clothes by day and kills rats by night. He disapproves of his brother's criminal activity but they are close, and Munna's brother uses his underworld contacts to try to get Munna a break in the industry. In the meantime, Munna shows Shai the different facets of Mumbai, including the dhobi ghaat, where he works as a launderer. Munna develops feelings for Shai but is unable to express them, mostly because of his working-class status. One day, Arun spots Shai nearby and invites her to his house. He apologizes for their first meeting. Munna sees them together and feels betrayed but Shai is able to convince him to keep helping her. One night, while Munna is at his rat-killing job, Shai sees him and takes pictures. Dismayed, Munna flees from her.
Das: As a client, you would never go there yourself. You would have a dhobi come over and take your clothes, write a number on your shirts or your pair of jeans, and the guy would get them washed, dried, ironed, and would get you your clothes back in the evening.
I have no idea. Is it an ancient heritage? A cultural treasure not to be disturbed (even if lives are drained away in its service)? Or is it an embarrassing remnant of a period when slavery and child labor were the norm? The same question, the same dilemma has struck me multiple times in India. But dhobi ghat presented the most intense picture so far of this enigma called India.
Located next to the Mahalaxmi Railway station, Dhobi Ghat was originally built in the 1890s to wash the clothes of the British and Parsi residents of then Bombay. Today, it still serves the same purpose with a large proportion of hotels, hospitals, offices etc having laundry contracts with the dhobis (washermen) here.
Though one can see some modern machinery lining the washing stations, most of the laundry is still done by hand. The clothes are first sorted and then soaked in soapy water. After this step, dhobis beat the clothes on the flogging stone. The stalls where the dhobis work date back to British Rule.
If you happen to visit the ghat, you can step down the bridge and get informal tours from various dhobis, who are always more than eager to share little anecdotes from their trade with curious travelers.
It's a fascinating spectacle, looking down on row upon row of open-air concrete wash pens, each fitted with its own flogging stone, while Mumbai's dhobis (around 200 dhobi families work together here) relentlessly pound the dirt from the city's garments in a timeless tradition. Known as the world's largest outdoor laundry, the municipal Dhobi Ghat in Mahalaxmi is where Mumbai's traditional washerfolk -- or dhobis -- provide a wonderful service, collecting dirty laundry, washing it, and returning it neatly pressed, all for a very small fee. Stubborn stains are removed by soaking garments in a boiling vat of caustic soda; drying takes place on long, brightly colored lines; and heavy wood-burning irons are used for pressing. At the very least, it's a great photo opportunity, though most locals think it rather amusing that their everyday work arouses such curiosity. (Note that there is another Dhobi Ghat off Capt. Prakash Petha Marg, Colaba, which may be more accessible.)
It is raining. Hard.
A successful painter is having a celebratory drink. He pushes his glass into the rain from his balcony to add a bit of water, and drinks. On the other side of town, a dhobi returns home to his bedroom. He pushes a pail into the rain on the middle of his bed to prevent it from getting soaked. It is a small scene, an effective scene. Mumbai at its best, Mumbai at its worst.
To relive or to feel like reliving another person's life by watching mere videotapes or recordings is the most transcending feeling ever. If executed accurately, that weirdly blissful feeling can succumb you, can even strangely overwhelm you.
Dhobi ghat is the literal definition of 'being underrated'. People might find it slow, and I'm sure they will but that's what makes art films enjoyable, keeps it away from the unnecessary noise people create.
The people who work in the Dhobi Ghat pick up laundry tied up neatly in sheets, stack them up on their bicycles, take them all back to this location, wash, dry, iron, and return the clothes in the same sheet bundle in which they were taken. When I was growing up and visiting India, many of these dhobis (laundry workers) were unable to read-- meaning that when you handed them a bundle of various clothing, they returned every item to you the next day without being able to write, keep track, or catalogue who gave them which item.
At the Chetpet Dhobikhana hens and chickens rummage in the soapy waters around the ironing shed and washing areas even as its residents grapple with water and electricity shortage. Water pumps stand redundant in a corner, the air rings with the sound of clothes slapping stone and the smell of detergent from the starched whites and wrung-out bed sheets permeates the surroundings. Life has come a long way for the families that occupy Chennai's oldest dhobikhana.
SOME OTHERS The Saidapet Dhobikhana is the second oldest in the city and is about four acres in size. Situated on the banks of the Adyar River, the dhobikhana has about 150 families. In Mylapore, opposite Vivekananda College is a small dhobikhana. One can see lines of clothes hanging along the sides of the road and this particular washing area started functioning in 1952.
Old Washermanpet is a 15-ground property where about 70 families of dhobis live. While the families have been working here since the 1920s, the dhobikhana came into existence much later. Vannanthurai in Adyar has over 100 dhobis and comes under the Chennai Corporation.
Walking down the uneven steps led me to the Mahalaxmi Dhobi Ghat. There is yet another Dhobi talao in south Bombay, which is different from this and not the same experience. Not everyone can loiter into Dhobi ghat. Believe me, and you can get easily lost in those teeny tiny lanes running inside the dhobi ghat.
Situated in the prime area of Mumbai on a land worth crores, the future of dhobi ghat is not known. I Am glad I got to be here and see it for myself. Before visiting this place, I had many assumptions.
Dhobi ghat was built by the British raj in 1890. The obvious objective is to wash their clothes and make their life easier. Today it is the same dhobi ghat in existence. Peeping into the dhobi ghat, there are rows and rows of wash pens, each fitted with a flogging stone.
All these have been here for nearly a hundred years. Unlike what I thought, technology was there all around. The whites were washed and stuffed into a drier that wriggled out all the water. And behind me stood a washing machine that was customized for the dhobis. It looked like a horizontal drum that churned the clothes.
There was nothing in the name of privacy. And like this, many families were residing in this dhobi ghat. Yes, this is not a place, just clothes get washed. Life revolves, and people have very much adjusted to living among the tiny rooms that are lined up and stacked up.
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