“I moved to Dhaka from Rajbari as a young boy. It’s been a long journey ever since. You see this measuring tape? It has been a long journey with this tape; an endless pursuit of stitching the perfect fit ever since I picked up this skill. I started my training at a small shop in a dark corner of New Market as an apprentice. The first few weeks were the hardest! One of my uncles put me in the training program under one of his colleagues. Want to know a funny thing? For the first four months, they charged money as a ‘training fee’ for teaching me to sew in a machine instead of paying me for the work I did. Such is Dhaka! It’s a funny place, I had discovered that for myself soon after I moved here. Thus, this wasn’t a big surprise. By the fourth month or so, I had given away almost all of the little money I had tucked in with myself as I moved here. After I picked up on sewing well, I began looking for jobs elsewhere to get paid for the same work I was doing. Luckily, a Chacha in a nearby shop down the alley decided to give me a chance at proving my skill. In a matter of weeks, I became the go-to person for quick fixing the length of ready made pants.
I must admit, I enjoyed it at first. It was fast work and quick money. But by the end of my second year at the same repetitive task, I got bored. I had learnt to do better. I started looking around for other opportunities. I don’t clearly remember how, but one of my roommates back then linked me up with the owner of this shop. Perhaps giving shape to shirts from mere pieces of fabric for people was worth a shot! Thus, began my long run here. I am well known around this neighborhood for making shirts that fit right. I have few clients who get their shirts made only by me, here for years now. There is a great sense of fulfillment in seeing them wear that shirt; in knowing that I made it. At the end of the day, things do fall in place. Paying for my training at New Market did pay off in one form or another after all!”
– A Proud Maker