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      *#2103*

      *sri lakshmi* (/Sunday, 20 March 2011/)

      A WEEKEND

      Hi. My name is Anitha. Now I have been married to Mr. Arun, who
      was my ex boy friend and my current husband. We, both are the
      fashion designing graduates. During the college time, we fell in
      love with each other, and then married with parent’s approval.
      Now, we are running the garments showroom in the city where we are
      living.
      Today, my husband went to Bangalore for a business proposal, and I
      was in the home felt very bored. Due to Sunday, I have no work to
      do. I was seeing some albums of us, and I was seeing my engagement
      album, what a sweet memories those are!!!
      In the album, the girl was wearing dark green sari, and the boy
      was in formals, and many boys and girls are there around. To your
      extreme surprise, I say that the girl in the album was my sweetest
      hubby Arun, and the boy in the album was me. And one more thing,
      all the girls around my darling were boys and all the boys near to
      me on that album were girls.
      Yes. Our engagement happened like that in a very different manner.
      We had two engagements in our life. One is like the normal
      engagement, which includes our parents, relatives and other
      friends. The engagement we are discussing about happened in
      presence of our close friends.
      Now, I take all to three years past, that is to my college period.
      You can feel that I am modern as like my name. But in real, it’s
      not like that. I was a very conservative girl and hail from most
      orthodox kind of family. In our family, girls were in such a
      suppressed state. All the decisions are taken by the males and
      females meekly follow that.
      My father name is Mr. Maduhokaraj, a manager in a private firm. My
      mother name is Shayamala. She is a house wife. We lived in a city
      named Salem, which is very much famous for steel industry. My mom
      always dances to the tunes of my father. I often, wonder that how
      can a woman be like this. I asked this question even to my mom;
      she will simply say “you will come to know once you get married”.
      But, I used to say that, no chance, and my mom will simply give a
      weak smile to that. I was studying in 12th standard at that time.
      My dad strictly said that he expects me to score more than 1100. I
      worked hard for achieving that, and I scored good marks in the
      preliminary tests, and I wrote the main exam too well. The results
      came, and I scored 1111. See, what a fancy number it is.
      During the exams holidays, my dad bought one computer for me and
      gave the internet connection too. That was the real turning point
      of my life; I had a chance to explore many things in my life which
      I never came across my life. While surfing in the net, once I got
      into a fashion technology site accidentally, I was really amazed
      by the dresses which were displayed by the designers.
      I got such a huge interest towards that. Then I purposely visited
      many sites regarding fashion technology. And I started drawing
      many designs of my own. One day, I and my mom went to the temple,
      at that time I opened my mouth to mom in a hesitating manner. My
      mom found my inconvenience and asked what the matter is..
      I in a pleasing tone said to her that I wish to join in Indian
      Institute of Fashion Technology and want to become a fashion
      designer. She was shocked to hear that, and immediately asked me
      to drop me that kind of idea out of my mind. She said to me, that
      she and my dad want me to become an engineer.
      I pleaded to her, and after reaching home, I showed the websites
      regarding to Fashion Technology and I showed her my designs. She
      was pretty convinced with that. But, she put one question to me
      which disturbed me a lot. That question was “how you are going to
      convince your father…”
      I think for long hours on that night, but didn’t have a single
      clue at all. The next morning I woke up at 7, and found my dad was
      reading newspaper. Without even brushing, I went near to him and
      said a good morning in a foul mouth. For that, he replied, go
      finish your brush and come. I did that, and went again. He
      inquired in his eyes that what’s the issue is?
      I started telling him with fear that I wish to pursue fashion
      designing. He got terrified with my suggestion, and got anger
      towards me. He stood up and started shouting like anything. My mom
      came from the kitchen and helps me in rescue. But, I too was
      adamant in my stand, so I ran into my room and closed the door.
      Hours flew away; mom came and knocks the door. I didn’t open. She
      shouted on me to open, but I didn’t. Then my father came and
      knocked, I kept mum. My mom started crying, and thought that I
      might have committed suicide. At that point of time, I uttered
      “unless until you are not permitting to pursue fashion designing,
      I am not going to come out or will eat anything”.

    
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      *#2105*

      *sri lakshmi* (/Sunday, 20 March 2011 03:21/)

      A WEEKEND 2:

      My dad got furious, and mom pleaded with her. Finally dad accepted.
      This is the big story of me joining in the college. I was in cloud
      nine at that time. My parents made all necessary arrangements for
      me and they bought many things and made me joined in the college
      hostel itself.
      Now, I tell about the story of my Mr. Imperfect (for kidding I
      said) Arun. He is also the single child to his parents. His father
      is an accounts officer and mom is a house wife. His parents
      showered him much amount of love. He has grown in much
      sophisticated manner. Despite of all the amenities and luxuries he
      had, he was an average student on his studies.
      This made him too got fail in 12th exam and he wrote the re exam
      and then cleared it. That’s the story of my beloved hubby joined
      in my college.
      Like any other college, we too suffered from the ragging. The
      seniors gave a very bad time to all of us. In our college, I
      noticed one strange thing happened. That was, in most case the
      guys will be ragged severely and the girls will be ragged in a
      lighter manner. But in our college, it was vice versa.
      We girls suffered a lot when compared with the boys. I entered
      into the college at 8.45 am sharply from the hostel. I was walking
      towards the main block, where my class is situated. My minds are
      filled with the thought of getting caught by the seniors. My dad
      gave enough advice and he said many experiences about the ragging.
      This made me more furious. He asked me to complain to the
      principal, if any one ragged me.
      To my bad luck, within 5 minutes, a bunch of boys and girls called
      me towards them. I was walking towards them with much fear. At
      that time, I was wearing green salwar. One girl shouted on me “hey
      green, why you are walking like the bride entering into the first
      night room...” For this everyone laughed, and I reached them.
      They asked my name, department, bla bla bla… One guy with
      spectacles scanned me from the top to bottom. I realized that he
      was seeing me, but I kept mum due to the fear. I was wearing
      salwar, and my hair had been combed in a single plait with jasmine
      strands on it. I was wearing a bindi in red color, and dangling
      ear rings, and bangles on both the hands more than dozen in count.
      He asked me where you from?
      I: From Salem brother. After hearing this everyone started
      laughing except the guy who questioned me. He became much furious
      and asked me to call by referring sir.
      I corrected myself and said Salem sir. He continued, you are
      coming to the college which is very much famous for fashion in
      this city Bangalore. But, you are coming to the college like a
      silly village girl and insulting the name of the college.
      I kept mum. One girl shouted, open the mouth idiot. I said, my
      parents are very strict and they will be always saying that a girl
      should dress like this. By hearing this all again laughed. The
      girl who was in the corner asked me, so is u saying that I am not
      a girl…
      I noticed her; she was wearing jeans and denim shirt. I
      immediately replied, madam I didn’t mention like that, but I am
      girl who loves to wear salwar.
      They were speaking within themselves, and I was standing in front
      of them with my feet’s were trembling due to fear. That center guy
      starts, so, today your task is to be and behave like a boy till
      the evening.
      I was confused, and I said I don’t understand what you are saying
      exactly. He added, today our girls will dress you like a guy, so
      will be wearing the pant shirt all today and attending the
      classes. I became terrified with the task, which I was supposed to do.
      I started pleading to them, one girl came closer to me, and holds
      my throat, and I was shell shocked due to this. Better you compile
      with us, don’t create unwanted seen here. Otherwise, the
      consequences will be severe, she finished. I started crying. One
      guy said, if you try to complain to the professors or management,
      then today will be the first and last day of our college life,
      even the principal of this college can’t to do as anything.
      I thought for a minute, if I opposed them, they will not be allow
      to study freely, and if I complained to the college officials,
      that will be creating big issue over, and it will come into dad’s
      vision. So, he will not be allowing me to study.
      So, I ready to cooperate with them. I said I agreed sir. One girl
      came forward on patted on my cheeks and said, “Good boy”. I felt
      inconvenient with the word boy, but I managed and said thanks madam.
      They discussed among themselves, and at that point of time, one
      guy wearing green shirt and cream color pant was crossing us. A
      senior girl, shouted hey green come here. He turned back, and
      approached us.

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      *#2106*

      *sri lakshmi* (/Sunday, 20 March 2011 03:26/)

      A WEEKEND 3:

      That was the first meeting between me and my arun. I noticed him;
      his face was clean shaven with no hair anywhere. And he was in a
      slim structure. Seniors asked the same kind of questions to him
      too. I wondered within myself, wont they change their style of
      getting intro from the junior students… I realized that he too
      joined in fashion technology only, this made me somewhat feel better.
      One senior said, well look junior and she is anitha, your
      classmate. He said a weak hello to me, and I replied to him by
      nodding my head. Fortunately or unfortunately, you both wear same
      color dress for your first day college. Senior continued, Anita’s
      task is to dress and behave like a boy, so she needs a boys
      complete set of dress. As you are in the same dress, we choose you
      to lend your dress to her, and wear her dress for today.
      By hearing this, both of them got 1000 watts shock on our body,
      and immediately replied no at a same time. By seeing our
      expression, one senior came front to arun, slapped him hard on his
      face, and due to this sudden blow, arun got fallen in the ground.
      While he getting up, I noticed his face, his eyes are filled with
      tears. By seeing this all made a good laugh, and one girl
      commented, he is the best choice to be converted as a girl.
      We both stood still, and arun was rubbing his cheek in order to
      reduce his pain. Another senior came forward, and held both of
      arun’s hand with his one hand, and removed arun’s pant. We were
      terrified due to this thing.
      Arun was standing on his brown color undies. I felt it was much
      embracing to a guy, to stand in front of the girls in undies. He
      was crying due to shame, and one girl warned me, “next is you to
      stand like this by pointing me and approached”.
      We both immediately blurt out; we will do whatever you said. The
      seniors felt happy by seeing our decision. We look in each of us
      face, and there was no reaction on his face.
      First, one senior picked arun and went into their car which was
      parked near the place, where we are standing. Within 5 minutes,
      the senior returned with the plastic bag contains all the dresses
      of arun. I thought that, arun was being nude inside the car.
      Then, one girl accompanied and took me to the girl’s toilet. See,
      the first place which I enter into my college was the toilet. She
      pushed me inside and asked me to strip my clothes away. I
      hesitated, she immediately raised her hands and start pulling my
      hair, I screamed in pain. She said, if you are not obeying me,
      then you will get nicely from me.
      I imagine my situation, and started striping my clothes one by
      one. I became nude in two minutes. I bent and joined both my legs
      together and covered my pussy, and crossed my hands in the shape
      of x to cover my breasts. By seeing this, the senior girl started
      laughing and said, “You are a real hot chick”.
      Then she gave me that plastic bag, which contains arun’s dress. I
      opened it and took the vest initially. And I started wearing that,
      that was the first time in my life that I was wearing a vest, that
      too which was used by another guy whom I don’t know too except his
      name.
      Next, I took the brief. I felt like vomiting, I felt much
      irritating due to my touch with it. By closing my eyes and I bent
      down and put it. Then I wore the cream color trouser, which was
      over size to me, so I managed with the belt. My senior, gave me
      one hand towel to me. I looked perplexed. She said it is to hide
      your breasts, I still looked her confusedly. She herself put that
      towel in between my breasts and pinned it up. So my breasts looked
      like a flat chest. Finally I put on the shirt and tuck in it with
      the help of the belt.
      Senior girl ask me to remove all of my jewels. I hesitated, she
      said if you are wearing this jewels with this costume means, every
      will consider you as mad and will throw stones on you. She asked
      me to put the chain which I was wearing into my bag. I did the
      same; she got the silver anklets, glass bangles, and my ear rings.
      I wore Arun’s titan watch. Finally I wore his socks, and then the
      shoe. The shoe was over size for me, but I managed somehow.

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      *#2107*

      *sri lakshmi* (/Sunday, 20 March 2011 03:37/)

      A WEEKEND 4:

      I came to the ground. That was the first time in my life, that I
      was wearing that kind of clothes in my life time ever. By seeing
      me, all of the seniors clapped their hands as together. Then that
      senior boy took my dresses and went inside the car, after five
      minutes two more girls went inside the car. In their, group there
      was one Sikh, he opened his bag and gave me one turban to me. I
      wore it too. So I looked like a guy properly. The trouser was a
      loose fit for me, so my back was not exposed as much.
      One senior asked me what’s your name.. For that I replied anitha,
      for that she said now you are a guy, and now your name is arun,
      not anitha. Then again she asked me what’s your name, I replied
      arun, for that she clapped. Minutes flowed off, and we were
      waiting, at that time one senior approached me, and took something
      from his jeans pocket, I realized it was cigarette. He asked me to
      hold it on my mouth, for that everyone laughed heavily and clapped
      their hands as together.
      I kept mum, and looked at ground, he again repeated in the raiser
      voice. I pleaded him to stop, what he was doing with me. He got
      tensed with that, and shouts are you going to do that or not?
      For that I replied no. Within a second I received a mighty slap
      from him. I realized that they are capable of doing anything, so I
      took from his hand and put in between my lips. I felt irritated to
      the core; I cursed my fate for that. What else can I do at that time?
      One senior girl rushed and lighted that cigarette. My puff created
      burning sensation to me, I coughed heavily and I felt that my
      lungs are going to come out through my mouth. Due to that cough,
      cigarette got slipped from my fingers and fell on the ground.
      For that I received another hard slap from that same senior guy. I
      thought within myself, “even the guy arun got only one slap, I
      despite of being the girl got two hard slaps from the guy. Then
      once again, he placed new cigarette and lighted it. This time I
      felt somewhat better than my previous attempt to smoke, even
      though I choked heavily, I hold the cigarette tightly on my
      fingers. I saw many actors smoking in television and movies, so I
      was keeping the cigarette out and in on my mouth. I realized that,
      now the cigarette size had been reduced, and it was reaching near
      to that yellow end.
      I heard the sound of the footsteps behind me. I turned back with
      the cigarette is placed in between my lips and all looked in the
      same direction where I see. Arun was wearing my salwar, and he
      looked somewhat good in that too. He came near to us, all were
      stand up and laughing. I too felt like laughing, but I controlled
      within myself. I scanned him from top to toe, his hair was combed
      with center partition as girls do, and he was wearing my clip on
      dangling ear rings. It touched his shoulder. Then I was amazed to
      see that he does have breast, which was firm and rounder in shape.
      One senior boy asked his friend, “what you had did for his breast,
      for that one girl who went inside the car said; we add sand on the
      socks and put on his bra. I started sight seeing him once again,
      his hands were adored with glass bangles, and I found that his
      nails are polished both in hands and as well as in toes, and he
      was wearing my anklets too and standing with my flat slippers. He
      looked perfect as a girl except the hair.
      And arun was standing in front of me in two feet’s, and I was
      unable to hold the cigarette on my mouth, I took it by using my
      fingers, and the smoke released. Arun waved his hands in front of
      his face, in order to move the smoke around him. One girl took the
      shawl and covered on arun’s face, and it looks like he was wearing
      the veil as north Indian girls do.
      This made him to look like a girl from top to toe, and that too in
      an acceptable range. Now we both stood near to each other, facing
      the seniors. If anyone from back look means, we will be looking
      like a normal guy and girl.
      They ask the name to arun, and he blurred a..r..u..n. One girl
      said, hey bitch, you are wearing the girl’s dress and saying your
      name as arun, and say it properly she conclude. Arun then said as
      priya, by hearing this everyone laughed, then that same girl
      continued, “priya doesn’t suits you, and anitha is your name. Arun
      nodded his head, and said “my name is anitha”.
      Everyone laughed after hearing this. Then they ask us to go to our
      respective classes. I saw the watch, and the time was 10.15. The
      class timing is 9 – 1. Already one hour fifteen minutes passed
      away, and one senior girl escorted us to the class.

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      *#2108*

      *sri lakshmi* (/Sunday, 20 March 2011 03:44/)

      A WEEKEND 5:

      We reached our class within 5 minutes. I looked into the
      classroom, one madam was writing something on the board. Our
      senior said excuse and went inside, and we followed her. Every
      one’s attention falls on us. It was very much hurting for me to
      stand like that in front of my own classmates. I thought how I am
      going to be them with for all three years.
      Senior introduced me as arun and arun as anitha to the professor
      and we said good morning madam to the professor, and the professor
      nodded her head. I felt arun was in a much embraced state. He put
      his head down, and never raised it up. I saw the students, some
      boys were sitting topless and in some girls face there were a
      mustache, and senior asked arun to sit on the first bench, he
      moved like a swan. The class was divided into two sides, one side
      for boys and one side for girls.
      A pretty girl with spectacles was sitting on the corner of the
      first bench, as she moves a little, arun sat with her. Then she
      pointed me to sit on the last bench along with boys. I hesitated.
      She forcibly pulls my hand and made me sit on the first bench.
      Then, finally she gave me the warning, which we should be sitting
      like in the same manner all the day, and further continued that
      they will check us at any time.
      She said “bye junior slaves” and went out. Professor called us, we
      went to the podium. I noticed that arun’s eyes are filled with
      tear drops. By seeing that, professor madam took her hand kerchief
      and wiped his face. Then she asks to give our intro, as per our
      original gender. We did that same, she ask us to get back into our
      places.
      Professor continued speaking, I know that this will much hurting
      for you students, in this college ragging is still alive, my
      sincere request is to you is that, please compile with your
      senior’s orders. They are the son’s and daughters of the
      politicians and big business mans. They have more power and money
      with them, and management can’t take any kind of action against them.
      Then she took the communication class for us, and the interval
      break came. All the students were chatting with each other’s and
      getting theirs intro. It was a fifteen minutes break. I felt like
      to urinate, and approached one girl and spoke with her. She said
      her name is krithiga. She said I looked as handsome. Her face is
      painted with mustache and beard. I asked her that “shall we go to
      restroom”. She said yes and we moved there. On the way, I noticed
      that many girls are ragged worse while comparing with the boys.
      We went inside the restroom, all looked me strangely and many
      starred me. One girl started shouting on me. Then krithiga
      explained to them, that I was a girl and removed my turban and
      showed to them. We finished the peeing, it was a different feeling
      to sit and pee with the pant.
      We came back to class, and my eyes searched arun, and found him
      that he was chatting with the boys. I felt happy for his recovery.
      Then one more session went, and the lunch period came. The seniors
      came to our class, and called my name and arun’s name. They asked
      us to follow, we were in shock again. They took us to the canteen,
      and gave us the food to eat. They asked arun to feed food to me,
      for that he hesitated and one senior gave a bash on his back.
      Senior pulled arun’s hand and took it near to my mouth, I kept
      mum. Seniors asked to open my mouth, I didn’t. I received my third
      slap on the same day.
      Finally, arun feed to me. Everyone laughed and some seniors took
      photos of this. We begged them to not to take photos, but they
      ignored our pleadings.
      They now left us, and one senior said now you can sit with the boys


 

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      *#2149*

      *radha* (/Monday, 28 March 2011 01:18/)

      College ragging

      Iam Krishna Prasad from a middle class family.I have two elder
      sisters and younger sister. My father is doing small business. As
      iam brilliant in studys
      I got seat in medical college. Iam very happy,it is very far from
      my home town. But there is no hostel facility in that college. I
      have to stay in room.
      This college is very famous. At first it is only for girls,but it
      become co-education college this year.

      I came from my home town to college, I have no relatives in the
      city. Iam thinking where to stay. I have o fear about
      ragging,because all the seniors are girls. I ake a lodge for two
      days and searching for rooms. No room found. I have to attend the
      college, so dressed normally as it is first class for me, I
      entered to the college. There are many girls not even one male I
      found. I do not know my class room,iam searching for my class
      room. I aske done girl where is 1st year mbbs clas room. She told
      I will show you come with me.
      She take me to a room where there are 10 girls, they seem to be
      very classy and rich women. She told “hey girls, here comes the
      first sweetest juniorBOY cant we welcome him in our manner”. All
      the girls cheered in unison,yes yes.

      All the girls circled me. One of the girl closed the door. Another
      girl asked my name. I told Kishna, She shouted that “you have to
      tell your full name” I told Krishna Prasad. One girl who looked to
      be posh came to me and slapped me hard “ can’t you respect your
      seniors” call all of us madam from this time ok na. I nodded my
      head. Another girl asked to tell the answer. I told yes madam.
      They asked my bio-data I told each and every thing in detail. They
      told their names twice
      Their names are kalyani(leader of the group) pallavi( who took me
      there),swetha,sandhya,rajini,sujatha,anuskha,sriya,sneha,jyothi,ramya.
      They told I have to remember their names.
      I said ok madam. Kalayani asked tell me your body figure. I said I
      don’t know madam, then kalyani told ok no problem. I feel
      reliefed. But sneha told oku dontknow then we can measure ur body
      structure, take all your clothes she commended. I was shocked, I
      asked please leave me.they all of them laughing harshly, sriya
      told whether u take it or I take it ,I am in silence, then
      suddenely from backside one girl dripped my drawer to down, I was
      shocked and ashamed. At the same time I coveredmy gand to penis.
      All the girls started laughing. Then kalyani told ho give
      complaint like this. I begged kalyani to give my clothes.kalyani
      told we will give it on one condition, iasked what mam, she told
      that I have to dress in female clothes and entertain them, I was
      shocked.But no option for me I have to hear them.