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Javed Khan is a keymaker. He can be found on the pavements of Hill Road in Bandra, Mumbai. Subhashri Acharya interviewed him for Jalebi Ink, a media company for young people.
This was part of a project by Jalebi Ink called My Mohalla, or My Neighbourhood.
For the full story, check www.jalebiink.com
We found this handpainted sign on a tree in Bandra, Mumbai. It acts as an advertisement for Javed Khan, a keymaker who makes duplicates of lost keys sitting on a pavement in Bandra.
The world of the keymakers was explored by the reporters of Jalebi Ink (a media company where all content is created by young people) for their My Mohalla (My Neighbourhood) Project.
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once again, hideously old. i'm pathetic :/ at least it has character (?)
oh, by the way, the hearing story ended with a dead end, so here's a try at something new, at something that's really interesting me, this keymaker has a lot to tell me. god, storytelling, in photos or words, is what keeps every moment thrilling. I don't know why the world aren't artists/writers.
The Master Key
"The key maker lived in a house with 37 rooms. Of course, each of these rooms was locked with a different, ornately designed key which he kept on a ring in his pocket. He loved to lock and unlock things—there were padlocks on his drawers, windows, front gate, and shutters. There were locks to open up his bathroom medicine cabinet, his pantry, and his icebox. He’d even put locks in places that had nothing to open—in the walls, with foreign shaped keyholes and gilded with gold, silver, and stone. He was a man proud of his work, and he was so comfortable with the language of keys that he could simply look at one of the hundreds of locks and feel the shape of the proper bittings in his pocket, without even looking at the ring. He polished each keyhole every day, so that the smooth click of the gears swinging to would be as satisfying as on the first day they were crafted.
He lived in a town with burglary and murder as an everyday occurrence—he was a smart man as well as a dedicated one, and he was correct in predicting that this was the proper place for him to live. People lined up at his door for locks and keys; the poor and the rich together (even the thieves, who wanted to protect their loot). He served them all; mixed metal keys with two teeth for the poor, and heavy, silver beauties with enameled torques and jeweled fobs for the wealthy, a skill which he considered an art.
There was no question that he was capable of making a master key, one that made walls as palpable as butter and every building, from mansions to factories, a palace in which he could romp. And logically he had one. But in terms of the safety of his own home, he was extremely paranoid. He thought about all the people that could target him, envious of his marble baths, heated aquarium (in which a mermaid swam, swam, swam all day long), and ceiling to floor fireplaces, which, when lit, made the wall seem as if it was alight. He knew that other lock-makers were capable of making master keys, and that there were many thieves particularly trained at picking locks and listening to the hum of the bolts so as to charm them into sliding open. He wanted to make his home a fortress, where every possible entrance, window, or crack was padlocked with an ingeniously designed double-sided key. His doors were of pure steel and the locks were indomitable to anyone but him, with his carefully guarded ring of pretties. Any master key, even his own (which was far superior to any other key existing), would not open his doors. However, his master key was more than a master key—it opened any lock, even ones that weren’t of his design. No matter if the lock was a pin tumbler, tubular, a lever lock, or something entirely different altogether, his master key sung to their defensive slots. While his own locks were supreme protectors, every other one was like a trembling doe in the face of his master key.
And so it was that each night the key maker would live a different life, one in which nothing was hidden and everything was attainable. He didn’t steal—he did something much more rewarding. He learned about the things that made families dart their eyes or change the subject. He uncovered men’s pasts, and the words that made them cower. As everyone else was in bed, the constant vibrations of his master key were soporifics. The key maker, free to do as he wished, would light bonfires out of the trash left in bins. He would hammer nails into the marbled corridors of anyone he disliked, all the while the key singing its tune. He hated bounties of them, even the ones that handed him lumps of powdered gold. He hated them because they were cowards and because they were hypocrites, sitting on couches of pinned back skin, complaining of the cow’s skin when they wobbled in their own gray fat. He hated them because they were proud, and greedy, and disgusting, but they tricked themselves into thinking they were not.
This was what the key maker thought, and so he paid it all back to them at night, when his keys were like a cape, and his fingers like wands. He often asked himself if he was a key-maker or a lock-maker. He didn’t know whether he spent more time opening doors or fastening them."
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He's the guy who makes those keys... As you can see in first shot he was quite busy doing his work but in the second shot he was informed by others that i am taking he's shot and he just looked at me while i was clicking :D.
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This man is from Syria but has live in Al Ain, UAE for 30 years. He invited us into his shop for tea and coffee.
On Rassada road in Phuket Town center near the old town, he sits at the south end of 'Amulet Alley', a little market / alleyway selling Buddhist amulets.
Lost your house key? Help is at hand in the form of the many keymakers you can see on Mumbai's pavements.The keymakers advertise themselves with different handpainted signs - some are just a scrawl on the wall, some DTP prints. This pair of oversized bright yellow and red keys advertise keymaker Javed Khan's business.
The young reporters of Jalebi Ink spoke to Javed Khan, the keymaker, while working on the My Mohalla (My Neighbourhood) Project. Jalebi Ink is a Mumbai-based media company that produces stories, features, news, video etc for and by young people. Through the My Mohalla Project, the reporters explore the people and places that make their neighbourhoods.
Report by Subhashri Acharya, 10 yrs.
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Sherborne School Archives, Sherborne School, Abbey Road, Sherborne, Dorset, UK, DT9 3AP oldshirburnian.org.uk/school-archives/
A room key for the Digby Hotel in Digby Road, Sherborne, Dorset, made by Joseph Kaye & Sons of Leeds. The hotel was opened on 11 October 1869. In 1962, it was purchased by Sherborne School and converted into a school boarding house. The boarding house was renamed The Digby and was officially opened on 10 October 1964 by the Rt. Hon. Alan Lennox-Boyd (Old Shirburnian), 1st Viscount Boyd of Merton.
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Lost your house key? Help is at hand in the form of Javed Khan - one of the many keymakers you can see on Mumbai's pavements. Javed made a key for Subhashri (left) in eight minutes ten seconds. Subhashri is one of the many young reporters who are part of Jalebi Ink -- a company that produces media -- stories, features, news, video, -- for and by young people. Subhashri spoke to Javed Khan for Jalebi Ink's My Mohalla (My Neighbourhood) project -- wherein the reporters explore the people and places that make their neighbourhoods.
Report by Subhashri Acharya, 10 yrs.
To read more, go to www.jalebiink.com
All images copyright Jalebi Ink. Cannot be used in part or full without permission.
URL: www.jalebiink.com
E-mail: jalebi.ink@gmail.com
locksmith on the street
People of Melaka Feb 2008
*realise he was wearing a "penang"shirt but yes this is really melaka
Keymaker in the streets of Dhaka
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A boy watches TV in a small corridor while his older brother tends to a small hole in the wall keymaker operation.
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Previously I had uploaded a pic of a keymaker from Singapore with his high-fi equipments and computer on the "Singapore-clean" worktable and work suit.
But this is India, the so called land of Magicians and Snake charmers ...
We have some magic of making the Old locks New!
and we don't even need a shop for this
:)
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Wrocław’s dwarves are small figurines that first appeared in the streets of Wrocław in 2001. Since then, their numbers have been continually growing, and today they are considered a tourist attraction: those who would like to combine sight-seeing in Wroclaw with dwarf-tracking are offered special brochures and guided tours.
He knows all the ways into Dwarf City. You can easily recognise him by the huge key. Is Keymaker not afraid to carry it round and show the Big Humans?
Much has been written recently about the City-Under-Ground, but we still don’t know much about this place, which some say is extraordinary. The same is for location of entrances and ways to open them. This is the Keymaker’s domain.
Why is he not afraid to sit by one of the busiest city streets? As dwarves say, it would be hard to find a giant strong enough to take the key from him (one cutpurse found that out when he only managed to split a tiny part from the key). Even if someone accomplished that, he would not know how to use the key.
It has been made with ancient technology and is bound to the owner. The key also decides who will be its successor, but that’s a thing of the distant future.