Roop Riyaz, Durry Udhyog

The area around Jodhpur is known for villages with dhurry weavers.  I didn’t have any specific weaving village in mind. We just got in the car and drove in the direction of Salawas.

We stopped at the first dhurry place I saw, which was right on the main road  about 20 kilometers out of Jodhpur. As we pulled into the driveway, I saw a man who had been waving at cars run across the street. It was Roop Riyaz, the dhurry maker himself. He welcomed us inside.

It wasn’t a typical shop but his home where he and his wife both created the dhurries and sold them. He sat down and posed for a couple of photos demonstrating the technique. He seemed stern and serious at first, but he was soon joking and laughing.

“This is not carpet,” he said, “this is dhurry. Carpet one side only. Dhurry two sides. This side Sunday, this side Monday. Hee!! Hee!! Hee!!”

Roop said that both he and his wife could work on the same piece at the same time. It takes a couple of months to finish one, depending on the size.


He invited Prem and me to sit and have tea. Then he turned around, grabbed a pre-wound red turban and jammed it on his head. He was now in business mode.

“This too hot for all day,” he confided. “After ten minutes, I have to take it off. Hee!! Hee!! Hee!!”

Opening his storage room, he took out a pile of neatly folded dhurries and began flipping them open and laying them out for display on the tile patio.

His young son quickly came to help. Some of the dhurries were bigger than he was!


Roop’s wife was shy and didn’t speak to us. Maybe she didn’t speak English, but she didn’t even speak to Prem in Hindi. She seemed preoccupied and looked worried to me. I wondered if she were worrying about not having enough money.


Roop had quite a family to support. He had five children, plus his mother-in-law and father-in-law lived with them. If his wife was worried about money, she had every reason.


I usually like to shop around and don’t tend to buy at the first place I visit, but I had a good feeling about this man and his family. Moreover, the prices he quoted me seemed quite reasonable, so much so that I didn’t ask for a discount. He gave me a small discount anyway.  I made my selections.


As they wrapped up the dhurries I had bought, I asked Roop if he knew where the Bishnoi villages were. Prem had never been there before. I only knew they were somewhere around the village of Salawas.

“Yes, I know the Bishnoi village,” Roop said. “I take you there. No charge.”

Just then some tourists arrived and sat next to us. I was a little disappointed, thinking that now Roop would have to take care of his customers and couldn’t come with us. But his first duty was to his family, and if he needed to stay and do business, so be it. However, he let his wife take care of them. He yanked off the turban, giggled and climbed into the back seat.

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Roop Riyaz
Dhurry Udhyog
Near Petrol Pump, Main Pali Road, Mogra
Jodhpur, Rajasthan, India

Tel:  011-91-982-965-9069

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