The Pot Maker
+ Quality · Gifts of Grace · The Lamplighter
| Writer | Temsula Ao (a well-known writer from Nagaland) |
| Type | A short story — an abridged version of the original |
| Main character | Sentila, a young girl who dreams of becoming a pot maker |
| Her mother | Arenla, an expert potter who wants Sentila to become a weaver |
| Her father | Mesoba |
| Her helper | Onula (“Aunty”), the kind widow of the girls’ dormitory |
| Setting | A Naga village with a riverbank, work sheds and a village council |
| Main idea | Passion and perseverance turn a dream into a skill — and a craft belongs to the whole community |
- Sentila dreams of becoming a pot maker like her mother and grandmother. But her mother Arenla wants her to become a weaver.
- Whenever her parents go to the fields, Sentila secretly visits expert potters to watch and learn. They are amused and think she will outgrow her passion.
- One night she overhears her mother explaining why she will not teach her: the clay is 16 km away, the load is back-breaking, pounding is tedious, and months of labour bring only a few rupees.
- Weaving, her mother says, is clean, can be done indoors in all seasons, takes less time and pays much better.
- So Sentila hides her love for pot making at home, but keeps visiting the potters.
- Her visits become village gossip. People fear that if potters stop teaching, there will be no expert potters left.
- The village council summons her father Mesoba. He humbly says Arenla will teach her — they only wanted her to grow stronger after her illness.
- The elders warn him that such a skill is handed down from generation to generation, does not belong to any one person, and must be passed on to anyone who wishes to learn.
- The next year Arenla finally takes Sentila to the riverbank and teaches her to dig, carry, soak and pound the clay. Sentila learns this quickly.
- But she cannot shape the lump into a pot. For almost a year she fails, while her mother silently watches and then takes over.
- Sentila is sent to the girls’ dormitory, looked after by Onula. Onula secretly watches her struggle and sees that she is too tense.
- Onula teaches her kindly. With new confidence Sentila makes a beautiful pot — but Onula points out that the mouth of the pot is wrong, and tells her to watch her mother carefully.
- Sentila observes her mother closely and learns the secret of shaping the rim.
- One sunny day Arenla finishes a batch, complains of a headache and backache, and asks Sentila to carry on alone.
- Sentila makes pot after pot with speed and dexterity — just one less than her mother’s count.
- She goes in for lunch and finds her mother lying at the threshold, not breathing.
- At the funeral Sentila cries out that she never wished it to happen this way — the skill simply came to her. Only Onula understands.
- Onula peeps into the work shed and sees two rows of pots that look exactly alike. She realises what has happened. A new pot maker was born.
Sentila
- Passionate — dreams of pottery from childhood.
- Determined — keeps trying for years despite failing.
- Observant — learns by carefully watching others.
- Obedient yet firm — never disobeys openly, but never gives up either.
Arenla (mother)
- Practical — wants weaving because it pays better and is less painful.
- Hard-working — an expert potter who suffers for her craft.
- Silent but loving — in the end she passes the skill on without a word.
Onula (Aunty)
- Kind and generous — helps a girl who is not her own child.
- A true teacher — spots the real problem (Sentila’s tension) and fixes it.
- Sensitive — the only one who understands what happened at the end.
Mesoba (father)
- Humble and calm — answers the village council politely and protects his wife.
- Dig the grey and red clay at the riverbank with a dao.
- Carry it uphill in a basket — the riverbank is sixteen kilometres away.
- Soak the clay in a trough in the work shed.
- Pound it inside bamboo cylinders until it becomes malleable dough.
- Shape it — push the left hand into the lump, rotate it, and give it form with a spatula in the right hand.
- Make the rim by adding a strip of long dough at the mouth, slackening the rhythm.
- Touch up after two or three days to keep the shape and test the consistency.
- Dry the pots in the sun.
- Fire them in a kiln on a bed of hay and dried bamboo, covered with the same materials.
- Tend the fire carefully — over-firing or under-firing ruins the whole batch.
- Passion vs practicality — Sentila follows her heart; her mother thinks of money.
- Perseverance — years of failure do not stop her.
- A craft belongs to the community — the elders say tradition is not one person’s property.
- The value of a good teacher — Onula’s few words do what a year of lessons could not.
- Silent love of a mother — Arenla says nothing, but hands over her skill in the end.
- Dignity of handmade work — pot making is hard and poorly paid, yet it carries a people’s history.
The closing line. Sentila is not just skilled now — she has become a pot maker in the true sense, and the village tradition will live on.
The elders’ message: a craft is shared wealth. Experts must teach anyone willing to learn, not only their own children.
Sentila feels her sudden skill and her mother’s death are connected — as if the gift was handed over at the cost of a life.
Onula’s gentle promise. It shows how much confidence a kind teacher can give.
↑ Contents| outgrow | to lose interest in something as one grows older |
| indifference | lack of interest in something |
| pittance | a very small amount of money earned |
| pounding | repeated beating |
| tedious | tiring, boring |
| deftly | skilfully |
| spatula | tool used by a potter to shape a pot |
| tend | take care of |
| followed suit | did the same thing as someone else has just done |
| dao | an instrument used to dig |
| malleable | able to be shaped without breaking or cracking |
| dormitories | large rooms with many beds, as in a hostel |
| resolved | (here) determined |
| wearily | tiredly |
| slackened | relaxed, slowed down |
| momentum | driving force |
| dexterity | skill |
| tally | a count (of pots) |
| threshold | entrance of a room |
| intuitively | based on feelings |
| momentous | of great significance |
| phenomenon | an unusual incident |
| profound | powerful, deep |
| revelation | a moment of realisation |
A supplementary story given in this unit, about the same idea — the value of handmade work.
Story in short
- Mr Gessler, a German bootmaker, runs a small shop in London with his elder brother.
- He makes boots only to order, uses the best leather, and his boots never fail to fit.
- He calls his work an art. His boots last so long that customers rarely need to return.
- Once the narrator wears boots from a big firm. Gessler notices at once and says those big firms have no self-respect — they win trade by advertisement, not by work.
- His elder brother dies. Gessler grows old, thin and worn, and loses customers because he is slow.
- The narrator orders many pairs; they are the best boots Gessler ever made.
- A week later the shop has a new owner. Gessler is dead — of slow starvation. He never gave himself time to eat and spent everything on rent and leather.
- The story ends simply: “he made good boots.”
| Poet | Anonymous |
| Subject | The many vocations of Bharat and the people who practise them |
| Form | Free verse — no fixed rhyme scheme, lines of different lengths |
| Tone | Celebratory and reverential |
| Mood | Joyful and proud |
| Speaker | A listener and admirer who “hears” India at work and honours every worker |
Summary
The poet says he hears Bharat celebrating through its many vocations. He names them one by one: craftspersons weaving colours and myriad hues; artisans with lutes whose music echoes emotions in the streets; carpenters shaping wood with mathematical precision; electricians working with cables and wires to brighten our lives.
Then come the boatmen who gather their nets, sail and sing, and return with tales of the sea; the shoemakers who stand by the quality of their work, for feet that walk, dance, run, jump and return home; and the cook, the designer and the mason, each celebrating what belongs to them alone. The poem ends by returning to its opening line.
| Repetition / Refrain | The poem begins and ends with “I hear Bharat celebrating…” — it frames the poem and leaves the celebration ringing. |
| Anaphora | Line after line starts the same way: The carpenters… The electricians… The boatmen… The shoemakers… |
| Auditory imagery | Lutes echoing, electricians humming, boatmen singing, the cook’s singing — the poem is full of sound. |
| Visual imagery | Craft “woven with colours and myriad hues”; boatmen gathering nets from the shore. |
| Metaphor | The cook’s “delicious singing” — the singing is so pleasing that it is described as a taste. |
| Personification | “The voice of their vocation…” — a vocation is given a human voice. |
| Alliteration | “varied vocations”, “sailing and singing”. |
| Symbolism | Each vocation stands for more than a job — for dignity, identity and a person’s contribution to society. |
Words worth knowing
| vocation | skill-based work one is devoted to |
| myriad | countless, very many |
| hues | shades or tints of colour |
| artisan | a skilled handicraft worker |
| lute | an old stringed musical instrument |
| precision | exactness, accuracy |
| affirming | declaring with confidence |
| horticulturist | a person who grows or studies garden plants |
| sericulturist | a producer of raw silk |
| confectioner | one who makes or sells sweets and chocolates |
| goldsmith | a metalworker who works with precious metals |
| welder | a person who fuses materials together |
| ASHA worker | a trained female community health worker |
A short poem given at the end of the unit.
- A child waits at tea-time, after sunset, to watch Leerie the lamplighter pass by with his lantern and ladder.
- Tom will become a driver, Maria will go to sea, and the child’s father is a rich banker.
- But the child wants none of that — when he grows stronger he wants to go round at night lighting lamps with Leerie.
- He feels lucky to have a lamp before his door, and asks Leerie to look at him and nod tonight.
- Story: The Pot Maker by Temsula Ao (Nagaland)
- Sentila → wants pottery | Arenla → wants her to weave
- Reason: clay is 16 km away, work is tedious, pay is a pittance
- Village council warns Mesoba: a craft belongs to everyone, not one family
- Sentila fails for a year → Onula teaches her → she watches her mother’s hands
- Alone, she makes pots one short of her mother’s tally — and finds her mother dead
- Two identical rows of pots → “A new pot maker was born.”
- Supplementary: Quality by Galsworthy — Mr Gessler dies of slow starvation, but “he made good boots”
- Poem: Gifts of Grace — free verse; refrain “I hear Bharat celebrating…”
- Poem’s key line: The voice of their vocation is the voice of their identity.
Short notes by @edugrown · Class 9 English (Kaveri) · Unit 2
