Sindhu came with her hubby, she
waiting in the queue for her headshave, she cried a lot, her hubby is not
consider her feelings, he is angry and he said, hey calm down, she said, pls I
don’t want to shave, I can cut my hair shortly and I can shave my head next
year. But he is don’t care about her words. He coolly said, pls wash your head
and prepare for your shave. Before sindhu, 2 female’s with mid length hair, and
4 male, 1 young girl with shorthair.
Sindhu wet her longhair in the water, and came and
stand again in the queue, she is thinking after her headshave, because she is
working in private company as sr. clerk, her friends are calling sindhu as
longhair baby. Her office staff also calling in the same name, she is hair icon
in the company. She got arrange marriage, her husband is doing business, 6
months after her marriage only he got irritated awith sindhu’s long hair,
because, everywhere she is going with him, everybody looking her longhair, and
she also taking lot of time for makeup and hairstyle. Last month he said, pls
cut your hair sindhu, I got bored with your longhair, I am looking for new
hairstyle, but she is not accept. After that he continuously about her haircut.
Finally he decided, and he said to sindhu, next week we are going to tirupathi
for your headshave, she shocked and said noway, but he replied, otherwise pls
divorce me. She don’t have choice, she came and stand here.
It’s sindhu’s turn, she sat before barber, her
hubby, gave the token to barber. Then the barber put two knots and put new half
blade in the knife, and put her in the middle of the head and started her
headshave, she crying all the way in her tonsure, but she don’t have other
option. Another 3 mins she completely bald, she stand came near with her hubby,
he smiled and said you are looking cute, she hide her face with in her hand and
started crying.
And next day she starting to office, she hide her
bald head with black scarf. Once she went to office, everybody shocked her
newlook,
and all of them asking why you are not inform to us for your tonsure.
She said, it’s surprise one for me also, because I am planning to do my tonsure
next year, but everything happened suddenly. After her bald every body change
her name as Bald head sindhu. After her tonsure she maintain her hair with
boycut style.
Her hubby also happy with her new look. And bald head sindhu
became a boycut sindhu nowadays.
I
am Kalpana. By profession I am a working woman in Kolkata. I used to work as
babysitter and household maid in different houses full time to earn my living.
Now things have changed and I am now working in a self help group selling our
own products door to door. Thanks to the Left Front government who helped me
out in forming this self help group.
I
had long hair upto my buttocks.I am going to narrate the things what happened
when I was working in Mr Das's house. I was very fond of my hair and used to
spent a lot of time in caring my long hair. In a week I used to do shampoo
twice and rest of the days used to apply oil in my hair. I am fond of my hair
from my school days . I was born in a Bengali family which lived in sub human
conditions in shanties. Our family was a victim of partition of Bengal in 1947.
I was able to attend school up to class eight. As a Bengali girl I
had the fascination of keeping my hair long. My mother used to take care of my
hair. She used to trim my hair once a year.
From
then only my hair became very long and all my neighbors used to praise me about
my hair. I used to be very proud over my possession. Aunties from the shanties
used to touch my hair in affection and sometimes made it a braid with it. I
loved the small girls who used to come to me and play with my hair. It was in
class eight. One day I went to a neighbors’ hut to get some sugar. When I entered
her hut I saw a scene which I will never forget. I saw the aunty is sitting on
a stool with a bowl of water kept beside. I heard the Crunching sound of
scissors. A barber was sitting behind her. I went behind her and sat beside the
barber to see her haircut. The barber put a white cape around her. Then he took
some water from the bowl and sprinkled her over her head.
The barber then
started brushing her hair with his fingers and gave her a head message with
water. That auntie’s whole hair became wet and she sat speechless. The barber
took full control of her hair and started combing it. After this he took out a
scissor and again started making that sound of scissors. He then bent her head
little down, held some amount her hair with the comb and then snip snip. A
big chunk of hair fell into the ground and on her white cape. The same thing
continued for 15 minutes until her hair was perfectly trimmed. The barber then
opened the cape and again brushed her hair. She then got up and paid the
barber. She then said to me "How is my haircut? I am having problem of
dandruff. I was told by doctor not to keep my hair long.
So I cut it." She
then swept the big chunk of black hair into some packet and said "I will
throw them in the Ganges. May be Gang Devi can cure my dandruff
problem." I returned back with the sugar but had the scenes in my
mind.
That
very night I had a dream. In the dream I saw myself in the position of that
aunty and a barber cutting my hair. I woke up in fear and realized that it had
a permanent impact on me. Some days later my friend Nibha came to my
house. I had applied shampoo in my hair and kept the hair open. In a playful
mood she came behind me and said "Wow!! Lovely long hair! Please let me
smell it". Even I have never smelled my lovely hair. Before I can object I
felt her nose going through my hair. First I had an ackward feeling but after 2
minutes I had a different feeling.
As her nose touched my nape I was feeling
some attraction towards her. She smelled my hair right from top to my buttocks where
the split ends were. She then put my hair in a bun and started smelling the
bun. I could feel her breathing near my nape. I liked it very much.After having
this experience I used to smell my own hair. But couldn't bring that feeling I
had with Nibha.5 years after that incident I joined Mr. Das's house. They were
a family of three. They had a son 14 years old studying in class nine. Mr. and
Mrs. Das used to go out in the morning for their office and I used to make food
for that boy and send him to school.
Rest I had ample time to take care of my
hair. I used to put my hair in a bun in the daytime and in the evening I used
to put it in a braid. I was proud of my hair that was thick and kissing my
buttocks. It was on Rathyatra that the boy had a holiday in school. As usual Mr
and Mrs Das went for office.
In
just sat for watching TV when the boy came and sat beside me. I held the boy in
my arms in affection. The boy said "Kalpana di. I want to play with your
hair." I said "You are a grown up boy now. Why will you play with
someone's hair?". In reply he said "I have dreamt of playing with
your hair for a long time. Please let me do so." I couldn't say no as I
cared about him very much. He was affectionate to me. I agreed.
He went behind
me and opened my bun. Started pulling my hair and his fingers ran all over my
hair. Suddenly I felt his nose on my head. I had the same feeling that I had
with Nibha. I looked behind and saw a smile of satisfaction in him. I just
touched his cheek with my hand in acknowledgement. He again started smelling my
hair. ohhh! What a feeling I was having. It turned me on. He asked "Don't
you cut your hair?" I replied "Aaaaaaa !!!! I do. But I haven't cut
it for a year. My mother trims it very well." The boy said "I can cut
your hair." I just loughed at it but the boy seem to be serious and he
started pleading to let him cut my hair. Finally I agreed.
The boy laid some
newspaper on ground. I was standing before a mirror with my hair open. He asked
me to put it in a bun and I did so. He put a red comb on my hair and pushed the
scissor on my bun. It was looking like an ornament and I was amazed to see it.
The boy then took me and made me sit on the news papers. He then brought a bowl
of water. I remembered the scene of barber cutting hair of that women. The
dream I had was becoming true.
He sprinkled some water on my head and started
messaging my head. Oh my God! It was turning me on.I could barely resist
myself. He then started combing my hair and at times smelling it. I could
visualize it in my own eyes as I have seen one. The boy said "Every time I
cut your hair, you have to encourage me". I agreed. Then I heard the sound
of scissors "Crank Crank". He bent my head a little down and I heard
the sound of snipping scissors. I realised what happened. I looked back to see
a black mass of hair on newspapers. The very scene of it made me more
excited and I kissed the boy's head.
He again combed my hair and again snipped
a few inches until the bottom of my hair was in shape. He took me to a mirror
and showed me the hair behind. I was astonished at his skills. But I decided to
cut a litle shorter. I again sat on the news papers and he started cutting my
hair. He combed it nicely and sometimes smelled my wet hair. I was sitting like
a slave infront of him with my head down. I encouraged him whatever he wanted
to do with my hair. After an hour my long hair became mid waist length. He
decided not to cut anymore. I then got up and swept the huge mass of black hair
into one place.
I looked at it for a few minutes when the boy came and
hold me in his arms and said " Kalpana di!!!those are all gone. I will
store it for my memory. You again grow your hair. I will cut it. I have become
a haircut fetish."
I
have taken my bhabi to a beautician for her haircut and eyebrow works and many
more. On this works i became more friendly with bhabi. I have seen almost long
hair to shoulder length. There Bhabi knew my interest that i love to see
haircut of female. Bhabi convinced my sister Priyanka too cut her long mane.
First Priyanka denied and than agreed to cut it.
I
became so happy to see another very very long hair to be cut. Even if she is my
sister. My mind became naughty and i thought if i would enjoy of cutting my
sister's hair. I ran to the beautician of my Bhabi and convinced that my sister
will come for haircut. What will be the time better for us. She said 2pm is the
time, than nobody will come and disturb. I agreed. I was about to return home,
again i moved and said her if i say something wont she feel wrong? She said no.
Than i said that seeing Bhabi's haircut, i got the interest in haircut. You
know i like to cut hair of any female. Even if my sister, i have the interest
to cut her hair. Can you please give me the chance? The beautician laughed and
thought for a while. Than she said, she will find a way to give me a chance.
Than she said to visit her place on that day at 2pm positively, than she may
give.
That day around 2pm i reached her place with Priyanka. She was about to close
the shutter, than she opened and entered us into the parlour and closed the
shutter. She said that not to mind of closing the shutter. As she is tired of
whole day work and not willing for anymore customers for today. Priyanka
appreciated her words. She said Priyanka not to mind to give Ashok a chance to
sit in Ladies Beauty Parlour. Priyanka said that she wont mind as i am her
brother.
Priyanka
sat on the chair, the cloth was cover around her. Beautician sprayed water on
her hair. She combed perfectly. Than she exclaimed at Priyanka, how she kept such
long hair at the so teen age. How she not kept interest of cutting it. Than she
took a pair of scissor and a comb. kach Kach sound was coming from her hand.
When i looked to the face of my sister at the mirror, she was looking at the
image of Beautician at the mirror. LOO!!! At that moment a bunch of long hair
fell on ground. OHHHHHHHHHH!!!! Cried the beautician. Both i and Priyanka
looked at the beautician. What happened Priyanka asked? Beautician said she got
pain at her finger, that finger was broken before. She was unable to cut hair
and fun hot air at her hair. But the cut started. i knew that now she is giving
me chance to cut. Priyanka said you started to cut what will be the next.
Beautician said Priyanka not to mind if she says. Priyanka said no. She said
Ashok to continue next, she will guide Ashok. In mind i thanked the beautician
to give me the chance. I came and again combed. Took the comb and the scissor.
As the beautician said, i cut the hair of my sister. Really i enjoyed a lot of
cutting the great mane cutting at my hand. I gave the multy layer cut to my
sister. Thanks to that beautician.
I
was introduced to Preety since last 5 years in her family as teacher. She has
became a student of college this time and now she is staying with her aunt in
some other city. Now her younger sister is my student. When she comes home, she
gives me proper regard and goes with me to my house. You know my fatish nature,
hence always my eyes go to one specific thing. Last time in winter she visited
home. Than my eyes went at her mane. That mane was going beyond her hip. What
long! and thick and black! I got amazed but my mind thought to cut that. I
asked her why she does not cut that mane, she said she is thinking but not
doing so.
Last day i met her, i saw her mane. I found that was cut about 18 inches but
still than more than mid back. That is enough for my fetish nature. I asked her
to visit my home. She agreed and went with me. On the way i stopped my bike at
a restaurant and ordered 2 plates of curry packed. The waiter said to wait for
half an hour. I asked her to go to Vishal Mega Mart to buy something. She
followed me.
I bought something for me asked her to buy something for her. She
did not buy. At the cash counter, there were some bed clips. She was looking at
them. I asked her to buy some clips, she said she is going to cut hairs so no
need of such clips. We returned, on the way i asked her you did not marketed
anything for you. You do haircut as you want. She thought a moment and said
yes. You know my heart became so cool that now i can see haircut of a girl. I
took the pack of curry and went to the parlour where i had cut my sisters. My
bed luck the beautician was absent.
Than another that was closed. Than another
she said no to haircut as she had applied oil before a day. My heart cried. We
were on the way to home and on the way i asked her how to sampoo and come in
the after noon. She said yes and we reached home. In my home i offered her a
towel for sampoo. She took and sampood. She stayed in my home till 4pm. While
returning my bike stopped at the Singar Beauty Parlour. She jumped down. We two
entered in the parlour. I sat at the waiting chair. She went and set at the
beautician's chair. The beautician asked what haircut she want. She said LAZER.
The beautician said yes.
There is a transparent screen and Preety was sitting about 6 feet before me. About
50% activities were visible to me and total words was audible me.
There were
conversation between them two. Beautician asked about length she described. I
was struggling to see more views. Than my eyes fell at the switz board. I switz
on the fan switch. As fan started the screen flew and i was able to see about
75% of the activities.
The beautician covered a cloth around her. Combed her hairs. Sprinkled water
and again combed. Than parted hair from front in two sections. from front hair
she started to cut. The sound cruch cruch was going on and the curtains were
flying. I was struggling to see more and more. I was looking. Bunches of hairs
were falling on ground.
My heart was getting delighted. She was combing and
cutting. One part over than she moved to other part. Than other part was also
over. Than she combed and hair drier dried. Than Preety came to me. I paid the
beautician and we were out of parlour. She showed me her hair. Those were below
her shoulder. Now about 12 inches were cut from back. She was thinking a great
volume of hair fell.
I said Preety if i say a word wont she feel. She said yes. I hugged her and
kissed. She was looking me anxiously. I said this activity her boy friend will
do as preety she is looking. I thanked her for her decision of haircut. I left
her at her home. I think very soon she is going to give me her virginity. And
next time she is going for more shorter haircuts.
Pooja
is a girl of 18 years. She is not so tall but fair and having good structure.
The most attracting feature at her were definitely her thick ravena black long
hair kissing always her hip. She is my student like Preeti. Being a fetish i
have desire to cut that and bang her as Preeti. Preeti and Pooja are never
introduced before. In there days my fetish nature made Preeti look like a
cartoon. Preeti got banged totally that i will publish in next episode.One day
Pooja called me for online application for her B. Sc. Before some days Preeti
also asked for the same.
I
thought a plan to introduce both. I took Pooja with me to Preeti's home. Form
filled and on the way our conversation as:
I:
Did u like Preeti's haircut?
Pooja:
Thats silly. Its such unprofessional, seems home cut.
Our
conversation stopped.
One
day Pooja along with her mother came to me. Her mother said that she is
admitted to a good local college of the same city. she said that her classes
are going to start very soon. She needs some assistance as 1)Maximum number of
books to be issued from Library, 2)Need Lectures to be interacted to her etc. I
said her that there are numbers of staffs and lectures who are known to me
personally. I will take Pooja with me to the College and introduce her. Her
mother and she became glad to hear it. I gave them time of next day at 10am i
will reach their home. At the same time 10am i reached their home. She had just
bathed and was changing clothes. Her mother said me to wait. she hurrily got
ready to go to college with me within 15 minutes. She wore a tight salwar. Her
breasts were making her sexier. On the other hand she did not get time to plait
her hairs. Those were well sampood and tied with a rubber band. We started
journey towards college and conversation as follows:
I:
What honours you want?
P:
Physics
I:
Good. you know Physics is the king of science.
P:
Yes
I:
It will require you to labour hard.
P:
Yes
I:
You have to stop chat with friends and to study at least 10 hours a day.
P:
Yes
I:
You should cut your hairs so that you will get more time for studies.
P:
Yes, i am thinking the same but my mum is not allowing me.
I:
Should we make a plan and cut them today.
P:
Yes. But my mother was saying that if i will cut that she will beat me by
broom. My father is agreeing.
I:
Alright but you should. Ok Lets not cut today and make a plan.
We
reached college and i introduced her to the staffs and lectures. On the return
way our conversation as follows:
I:
Should you dial your mum that you want haircut?
P:
She will not agree. You please dial and talk to her.
I:
Wait. Lets go home and say her that the Lecture said you if you will maintain
such a long hair what will you study.
P:
Yes
We
reached home. Our conversation with her mother as follows:
P:
Mum sir took me and introduced maximum staffs.
M:
Ok
P:
One lecture adviced me for haircut.
M:
You should braid before going college. Let he advice but you will never cut
At the same time i knew
that Pooja is not getting way to cut. I said that after a week i will take her
with me and introduce to other staffs, so that she will be more benefited. Her
mother agreed. I went home. After an hour Pooja called me over phone and said
that she deadly require hair to be shortened. What to do?
I said her to come my home rather going college. She obeyed me and at 10am of
the next day she came to me. Our conversation as follows:
I: Pooja have you any way for haircut?
P: No sir
I: Pooja today your hair will be cut and as i say you will say your mum.
P: Yes, but what the plan.
I: Say the Lecture again said why you didnot cut your hair? You promiced that
you will cut and you cut on the return way to college.
P: Good idea.
I: You in college uniform and if you go to saloon they wont cut. Better i will
cut it and after a month you will cut again giving good style.
P: Yes sir.
Previously i have arranged scissor, comb, water sprayer, cape etc. all
haircutting instruments. I have put a handicam before focusing the area so that
all the procedures to be recorded there.
I put a stool and made her sit there. She sat there happily. I took her braid
and kissed her knowingly and said you poor hair to be cut. she laughed shyly. I
covered her the cape. I opened her braid. I combed her hairs. she was moaning
softly. I was dying over the smell of her hairs. My cock was as a tent. May be
she knew it and was shying. I took handful of hair and said Pooja your hair
smell nice. She did not say anything. I asked from where to cut. She said from
shoulder. I imagined that next time she will must do bob cut. I again combed
her hairs. I took scissors. I could feel fears at her eye. I started to cut
from shoulder level. I did not allow the hairs to touch ground. I collected
bunches over bunches. Kacchhhh ...........Kachhhhhhhhhh................Kach...............Kachaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrr...
Kachhhhhhhh sounds were audible. Than i shaped . I saw about18 inches of black
thick hair was with me. I asked Pooja you will now never require hair band. She
said yes. I asked her can i take your hairband. She said yes. I took the hair
band and collected all long hairs. That were now in band as a ponytail. I kept
that in my shelf.
I:Pooja do you have a boyfriend?
P: No.
I: Pooja i cut your hairs as a friend.
P: Yes
I: Can you treat me as your boyfriend rather than sir.
P: Yes
I: You know what boyfriend and girl friend do.
P: Yes
I: Should we try?
P: But sir i am virgin.
I: First time all girls are virgin but they try.
P: Yes
I: Should we?
P: Yes
I took her to my bed room. I switzoff the lights and fans. I opened her salwar
suit. I opened my pent. Both of us were out of sense. We two went on sex. We
came to sense at 2pm. When we got up the bed sheet has stain of spearm and
blood. I knew that pooja not only lost her lovely mane but also lost her
virginity.
Being
a cute girl of 18, I passed II PUC with average marks. Even the CET marks
was very poor. My dad was totally unhappy with my marks. But he
brushed it aside. “Look, Geeta, you will get married and settle to be a
homemaker. A BA or BSc should be sufficient. With 68 % in PUC you
will easily get admission to B.Sc. So join for B.Sc. and complete it.
You will be 21 by then. Don’t worry. You will get a good groom.
I will marry off you immediately after B.Sc. Okay?" he said half
mockingly. I got annoyed by his talk of marriage. But I did not
have much defence at that moment, what with my poor marks.
I
was quite beautiful with a fair complexion, good features and hair upto my
waist when braided. Much of my time was spent in my looking after my hair
– comb it, oil it, unplait it, replait it, comb it and so on. And the
remaining time was spent on reading English novels. My mother also
scolded me several times for fussing over my hair so much and spending time
reading novels. But I did not listen. So my concentration on studies
waned. And the result was there for all to see. Even my only
brother, Rahul, two years younger and just finished 10th standard with 96%
teased me over my fussing on my looks.
But
I had a dream of big things – engineer or doctor. With this marks, it was
almost impossible to get a seat in either of them. I was crestfallen.
The next day, I pleaded with my father. “Appa, give me a chance.
I would like to go to atleast engineering – whatever subject is
available. I promise that I will concentrate and do well."
“Look,
I am not rich enough to get you a payment seat. Your rank is too poor to
get a seat in Bangalore for any subject except Civil Engineering (There were
not many takers for Civil Engineering those days. The demand picked up
steeply in mid and end 90s). No question of sending you outstation to
hostel and all. I cannot afford it and I know you will while away time
doing little. No point dear. Better you join for BSc. You do not
have to study too hard. You can comb your hair eight times a day and read
a dozen Harold Robins a week. And still get average marks. You can lead a
jolly life. Why do you bother?"
“No
appa. I do not mind joining even Civil Engineering. I know many girls are
studying it nowadays. And I promise that I will stop reading novels
during the semester. And I will not fuss over my hair so much.
Promise".
My
father was a senior Mechanical Engineer in one of the leading public sector
industries in Bangalore. Ours is a traditional brahmin family.
Mother is a devout housewife. My father is a loving person
though very strict in some ways. He was much more strict with my brother,
Rahul. Now, in front of my mother he said “Okay, Geeta, I will allow you
to take Civil Engineering in Bangalore on some specific terms. If accepted, BE.
Else, B.Sc. Choice is yours." His tone told both of us that his decision
will be unalterable. With alarm, I asked him to spell out his terms.
“No
reading except that required for your course. No roaming around with
friends. You have to come back home direct from college. Read,
write, read, write – that will be your routine. If you do not get 75% in
both of your first two semesters, I will stop the Engineering non-sense and you
will sit at home. Not even BSc after that."
A
big bomb indeed. But I had to endure it. I meekly nodded my head.
“Look,
dear. Your nodding will not be sufficient, young lady. Once you
join Engineering you will have to achieve big. Just passing or repeat
appearances in some papers – no such thing is acceptable. And it will be
my duty to put you in the straight path to achieve big. Else an ordinary
B.Sc. would be good for you. I know your habits. It will not be
easy to give them up. So, listen to my one more condition."
“What?"
I asked with anxiety.
“Your
habit of messing with your hair cannot be easily given up. It needs a
drastic action. If you really want to do engineering your hair will have
to go."
I
could not believe my ears. What is appa talking about? That too in our family
where we do not even trim ladies’ hairs, let alone cut it off. And he is
suggesting ‘it will have to go’. What does he mean by it? Just
shorten it or shave it off? I shuddered for a while thinking a bald me. I
asked him “You mean bald?"
He
nonchalantly said “Yes, why not? And of course later a boycut."
Amma
smiled at appa’s statement. ‘Dear, are you seriously suggesting a tonsure
for her?’ she asked appa. Appa replied “Yes, Janu (short for Janaki, my
mother’s name). I am not joking. But precious time spent on hair
instead of studies costs the youth itself. I am not suggesting any
murder. Many teenage girls get their heads shaved on one pretext or the
other. Many girls keep a boy cut or bob cut. Are they not living good
life?"
Amma
said “May be you are right. But I suggest that you think again on this."
But
appa would not budge. “I have thought clearly and listen to my condition
carefully. If she wants to enter engineering course, apart from what I
have already told she will have to do this. Immediately after getting
admitted to the course, we will take her to Tirupati, get her head shaved off.
Thereafter, she will keep a short boycut till end of second semester.
If she gets minimum of 75% in each of them, she can start growing her
hair without further cutting. If she fails to get that much in either of
the semesters, immediately she will stop going to Engineering college, sit at
home and start growing hair. She can read whatever novel she wants to
read. Two years later she will be married off. By then she will
have enough hair to braid, so no problem. Though her counselling for
engineering seat is a month away in end June, only 5 days are left for entering
BSc. So think well and give your decision in a couple of days. If
she wants to keep her long hair NOW, then let her join B.Sc. If she wants
to study Engineering, let her have short hair for a while. The choice is
hers"
I was not left with much choice. Somehow
I was too enamoured of Engineering course to just give it up because of losing
hair for now. Going to BSc. would make me feel too small in front of my
friends. What to do? Boy cut? May be I will pull it off. But why Tirupati
gundu?
Next day evening I asked him the same. “Appa, why do you want me to have
Tirupati gundu? A boycut in parlour should be okay, isn’t it?"
“What? Beauty Parlour? You must be joking. Listen, dear daughter. Even
after gundu, you will have boy cut, not in parlour but in barber shop! Do you
think I am a fool to encourage squalor? A haircut in barbershop will cost
20 rupees and in a beauty parlour it will cost 100 rupees or even more.
Add to it all other junk in parlour – pedicure, manicure, etc. etc. You
will learn less of Civil engineering and more of beauty products."
“And you asked about Tirupati gundu, isn’t it?" he continued. “See,
we are a religious family. So far, we never cut your hair. I do not want
such nice, long and virgin hair going to the dust bin in a barber shop. Let it
go to temple. And a gundu will be good for you spiritually. If you do it
with devotion Grace of God will be bestowed upon you making you more
responsible. So gundu is a must" he said firmly.
I did not have any answer for that. I slept over it on that day.
Next day, I went to meet Rekha. She is one of my best friends and
is a classmate since my primary school. We studied PU also together.
Now something about her family is in order.
Her family consists of Rekha’s father’s parents, her parents, her elder sister
Radhika three years elder to her and her younger brother two years younger than
her. Both are very good girls and are very well behaved and have helping
nature. Especially Radhika, with her mature behaviour, is the darling of
their parents. She not only is very mature and responsible but also very
talkative and always makes others happy with her nice words and jokes.
In this family occasionally heads of all in the family including females are
shaved off in some temple for some vow. They did it once when Radhika
passed her 5th standard. Again after Rekha completed SSLC with very high
marks, i.e. in 1991, her entire family, including the females came back from
Tirupati with nice bald heads. At that time Radhika was to enter II BA.
I had made fun of Rekha’s and Radhika’s bald heads. They had taken
it sportively. In the two years since then the two girls had got back
about 18 inches of hair.
The two girls made frequent visits to my house and became friends with my mom.
Radhika’s good and friendly nature won over my mother. I respect Radhika
a lot. It was her association which taught me very good English, both
spoken and written. And it was her association that taught me how to
enjoy college life without becoming irresponsible.
Now Rekha had got very good marks in both PUC and CET. She was angling
for MBBS and she got it in one of the prestigious colleges of Banglore. I
told her about my predicament. She laughed at it. “I told you so many
times to concentrate on studies. You are brighter than me but wasted away
your time on silly things. I tell you that what your father is suggesting is
entirely sensible. Accept it, Geeta. You will do good."
“But, to go to engineering college with a gundu (bald) head? How is that
possible?"
“Look, Geeta, I also thought so before. But the gundu I had two years ago
changed my outlook. Believe me, it was very enjoyble. Go ahead and
accept it happily. You will be able to concentrate on studies much better
with no hair for a while. Even Radhika also said the same thing. Of
course, on a happy note, I will tease you a bit. But that is all in the
game. Do you know that both myself and Radhika are going for a repeat
gundu a couple of months from now? She has already started going to B.Ed.
classes. About a month after my MBBS classes start both of us will visit
Tirupati for the gundu. We are eagerly looking for it." I was
shocked once more. My dear Rekha is going to go to Medical College with
gundu head!
I lost the only hope I had of getting support for my opposition to gundu.
I came home and told mom about it. She said “Geeta, I also thought
over it. I think what appa says is correct. Better you agree for a
Tirupati gundu and boycut. You will look good and you will be able to
study better." Hearing her words floored me. I asked her why
she started supporting appa. She said in her mind she also wanted for a
long time that my head should go bald once, especially after seeing the
beautiful bald heads of Rekha and Radhika. But initially she thought that
Appa’s proposal was more a reaction on the spur of the moment. The moment
she saw that appa was serious about this she was very happy about it.
I thought for about an hour or so in the afternoon. Pull of Engineering
was proving too strong. Rekha is saying gundu is highly enjoyable.
At that moment I gave up. Okay. Let me experience it and get into
Engineering, I thought.
After Appa came home, I announced that I am agreeing for gundu and later
boycut, but I need to study Engineering. If it is Civil so be it.
Appa was very happy to hear it. Amma also smiled and stroked my
long hair fondly saying “Do not worry, dear. You will get back this hair
by the time you finish engineering. But do this happily and not with
tears." By now, I had given up. So there would be no point in
crying over it. Better take it with a smile. So I said, “Certainly,
Amma and Appa, I will do this happily". Immediately, Rahul, with a
big grin, pulled my braid sharply as he often does. I shouted at him
“Leave it, you monkey" with mock anger lightly slapping on his head.
He shouted back saying “Last chance, Akka!
The next day onwards, appa was at my back “Read this, write this, do this
calculation, do this essay" and so on. Even before my BE classes
started, appa was at me making me more capable in various faculties – good,
legible and fast writing, comprehension, mathematics, etc. And if I am a
successful and much sought after civil engineer today, I owe it to my appa’s
strict handling of me those days. He even told me once “Look, Geeta, the
game has started and I am not the one to quit. You have to do what I
say." I understood his seriousness.
Joining B.Sc. was dropped. And my counselling was held on the last day of
June. I got Civil Engineering in an ordinary Bangalore college. I
had to travel 12 km in college bus everyday in one direction. I got
admitted to the college the next day itself. The college would open in
six weeks time.
Three days later, Friday evening we left for Tirupati. Appa put a bomb on
Thursday. Five weeks before, during the discussion about my haircut, amma
had privately asked him whether she also could go bald along with their
daughter? And why not all the four?. Appa was dumbstuck for a while at
her strange request but could gauge that she was serious about it. Once,
secretly he had dreamt of her having a nice boycut. Who knows? He may be
able to achieve it now.
Appa told her he did not have any problem with that. Would her in-laws
(i.e. his own parents, currently living with his elder brother in Mysore) agree
for that? She said she would check up in the morning. And she did
check up. Ajji (my grandmother and m-i-l to my mother) listened to what
all happened, agreed that my hair could go considering modern ways but Amma
should not cut her hair. Ajji had other plans. Ramu’s (her elder
son) two sons would be married in the next three-four years and she wanted the
whole family (my grandparents, their two sons, their wives, the sons and wives
of their first son, the two children of their second son) to visit Prayag and
the married women to offer Venidaan (with full mundan) and the other gents and
myself only mundan. My mother normally respected her m-i-l and did not
cross her decisions. But this time she pleaded with her that she really wanted
to go bald and she would grow back hair for the Prayag visit which anyway was
about 4 years away. She thought over it and finally agreed with the
condition that my mother should grow the hair to a braidable length in the next
three years. Also, we all should go to Mysore immediately after our
Tirupati balding to show it to them. So all the four of us – Appa, Amma,
myself and Rahul – would become bald in Tirupati. Amma had hair upto her
midback. I saw a rare happiness in Amma’s face. I asked her about it.
She shyly said that she had harboured the idea of becoming a baldy for a
long time but did not have the guts or occasion to bring it up. Now this
is happening at a happy time of you entering Engineering. I asked her
whether she would grow back upto her current length or keep cutting it.
She said that as per Ajji’s diktat she should grow it back. “We
will see that later. First let me enjoy the bald head for a while"
she shyly added with a giggle. Hearing that from Amma I lost whatever
hesitation I had and started looking forward to my tonsure eagerly just like
Amma and Rekha.
In Tirupati we all went to Kalyanakatta, got 4 tickets. At that time
there were no female barbers and unlike some modern chicks, none of us really
bothered about getting tonsured by male barbers. We four were distributed
between two barbers. In one queue myself and Appa were there and in the
other Amma and Rahul were there. In each queue three people were there
ahead of us. In my queue, two gents and a young lady – apparently wife of
one of the gents – were there, all for clean tonsure. In Amma’s quere
there were four people – two gents and two girls of my age. All of them
were going to become bald. In 15 minutes my father’s turn came after the
lady rose up bald and in about 5 minutes he also rose with bald head. Now
I sat for my tonsure – first in my life time (Neither I nor Amma was tonsured
in childhood also). I glanced at the other queue. The two gents had
gone away, one girl was standing bald and the other was being shorn bald.
My head was being wetted and massaged by the barber. I tried to
concentrate and enjoy my tonsure instead of looking at the other girl’s
tonsure. The barber bent my head down and I suddenly had a scraping
feeling from my crown towards my nape. Oh! What a nice feeling! In
quick strokes the feeling expanded in the back of my head and it started
feeling very cool. Now the barber pulled his blade from crown towards my
forehead. For the first time I saw my own wet hair falling to my lap in
front of my eyes! Next he bent my left ear and scraped behind it.
What a beautiful sensation it was! In a few strokes my left portion
was bald and in a few more strokes the right side also was bald. The
barber ran the blade all over my head again making it smooth. I rose up
caressing my bald head. Yes! What Rekha told is true. This tonsure
experience is really, really good! No wonder, she and her sister
are going to tonsure again this year. No wonder that the girl undergoing
tonsure in the next queue had that satisfied smile on her face! I already
started thinking about a possible repeat tonsure for myself like Rekha When I rose, Rahul’s tonsure was also over and he also rose up.
Now my 41 year old beautiful mother sat there with her butt lenght hair
about to be shorn bald. She was beaming with joy. Looking at a bald
me she gave a wide grin. The barber wetted her hair and massaged it as
usual and tied her hair in two knots. He quickly got into the act – a
scrape starting from mom’s forehead to her crown sealed her ‘fate’. She
resolutely avoided giggling. So happy she seemed to be on getting shorn.
In the next three minutes she was completely bald with a smooth shining
pate – the barber ensured that with a repeat play of his razor.
Later
we all took bath, had darshan of the Lord and started our journey back to
Bangalore in the evening of Saturday. Appa asked mom to buy a scarf which
she resolutely denied – either for herself or me. “She is also happy
about her gundu and so am I. Let us both enjoy showing it off for a
while. No sky will fall. Isn’t it Geetu?" She asked for my support. And
I wholeheartedly supported her. And neither of us ever covered our heads.
And neither of us could desist from repeatedly stroking our own bald
heads and enjoying the sensation. And from then on both appa and amma
started calling me ‘bodi’ with affection. The epithet stuck and even
today I am known as ‘bodi’ or ‘bodi Geeta’ to my near and dear ones and in my
office even when I have sufficient hair.
As
per Ajji’s wish, on Sunday early morning we all went to Mysore to show our bald
heads to our grandparents, uncle Ramu, aunt Vasudha and their two sons – Kiran
26 and Varun 24. And Ajji was beaming with joy looking at her bald
daughter-in-law. She said that she never imagined that her d-i-l would
look so beautiful with a bald head. She also blessed me saying that I
look no less beautiful than Janu. Uncle, aunty and my cousins also
appreciated our looks. Then Ajji threw a surprise.
She
(though she is 75 and ajja is 78 they are very healthy and active) told us to
tag along with them to a prospective bride’s family. Around 10 o’clock,
the ten of us went to a house in three autorickshaws. The family welcomed
us. The bride’s name was Satyabhama, B.Sc., B.Ed., 22 and working as
school teacher. She had a brother Vijay 20 and a sister Lakshmi 18.
The family was a traditional family. They were happily surprised to
see a family of four bladies. Ajji proudly explained about our Tirupati
trip the previous day. Bhama’s mother was very happy. ‘Bhama and
Lakshmi also have Tirupati gundu vows. Bhama wanted to go bald
immediately after getting employed. Lakshmi wanted to go bald immediately
after getting a seat in Engineering College. But we restrained them from
executing the vows in view of marriage alliances for Bhama. Lakshmi is
still young and could wait till Bhama’s marriage is over’ the lady added.
Ajji said that she was happy about it but it will have to wait for some
years as our family has its own calendar. The alliance was accepted on
both sides. The marriage was fixed on 6th January 1994, Thursday.
We
returned to Bangalore the same evening. I was eager to show my bald head
to Rekha and Radhika. On Monday Rekha and Radhika came to my house,
ragged me nicely about my bald head, ragged my mom also a bit though with
enough respect. And we all had a good laugh with Rekha’s hands not
leaving my bald head. She and Radhika also started calling me ‘bodi’.
I saw the sheer love in them for me and accepted it happily.
Time
passed quickly. My studies with my father watching over me went on.
In about six weeks, all of us had grown about 3/4th inch of hair.
With my college to open on Aug 16th Monday, my father made a proposal on
14th – tomorrow would be my first visit to barbershop. I could get a
repeat tonsure and start going to engineering college a bald girl or I could start
off with the boycut. Of course with the hair length I have grown, the
boycut would be more of a military cut. Either of the two cuts is a must.
Choice is mine. Even if I chose bald, the next month’s cut would be a
military one. And a cut on the first Sunday of every month is a must
henceforth in the next year. Amma said a repeat bald is better since I
would be better off bald in the college beginning. And a military cut
during entry into college may look a bit punkish. Finally, I endorsed
Amma’s stand.
Bharathi
is working in private school as teacher, she is 28 years old. She married
women. She is taking care 11th std. She has a knee length hair.
Bharathi maintains well for past 6 years. Before that she had midback hair. For
the past 6 years she is not cut or trim her hair. But the summer holidays are
over and the schools are open, bharathi came to school. But her hair length got
reduced. It’s not upto her kneelength it’s just midback.
Her close friend and
teacher Girija asking about her haircut, she said she went to tirupathi last
month and she cut her hair. After this haircut she has done some different
hairstyles, like loose hair or ponytail. But she maintains very well. After a
week she has done a front cut also.
After
3 months she is requesting leave for 15 days. But due to the examinations
she got only 1 week only. She is not happy about the leave. However she is
little bit happy with the 1 week leave. Her friend Girija asking about her
reason for the 1 week leave she said she is going to her native and they have
some family function. Then she left the place and she informed about 1 week
leave their class students.
After
1 week Bharathi comes to school with cleanly shaven head. She is not hiding her
bald head. Girija got surprised about her look. And she is asking about her
headshave. Bharathi said I have vow at our family temple last year itself, but
due to some family problems I haven’t done. Also this year I have another
prayer at tirupathi so I have little confusion where I can shave my head, then
my husband advice that tirupathi I can cut my half of hair, and in our family
temple I will do my headshave.
So I shave my head last week. I have very shy to
come with bald head that’s why I am asking for 15 days. But after my headshave
I had a confident so I came without covering my head. Also she said she for
this tonsure only she grow her hair long. Otherwise I will maintain only
shoulder length. After this headshave she maintains her hair boycut.
Sometimes
she will grow her hair upto shoulder length, but after one week she cut her
hair short.
Rachana
is from north india and she stayed in tamilnadu for her job. She stayed in a
working women’s hostel. She just completed her college her age is 23. She had gorgeous
knee length hair. She joined the company 2 months back. Everybody in her hostel
and office watching her long hair. So she also proud about herself for her
glorious hair. But her hair is curly, so she want to straighten her long hair
without cut or trim. So the weekend she went to parlor and she completed her
hair straightening. It looks gorgeous again, because her hair is little
extended now. All of them in her hostel loves her new look. She keeps her hair
freely. After the 2 to 3 months she got a new project, and she works in office
for morethan 13 hours, so she is very tensed and high pressure. Also she felt
sick for couple of days. So she is not maintain her longhair properly. She also
worried about that but she can’t do anything. Also she works in the weekend. So
she don’t have leisure time for the past 3 months. Also this work pressure will
continue for morethan 6 to 7 months. So sometime she stayed in her office and
finish the work, and came to hostel after 2 days at 5pm.
Her
roommate latha is from Andhra, she maintains her hair shoulder length. However
she is love to grow long hair but she is not patience to grow such long hair.
So she maintains shoulder length. She cuts her hair every 2 to 3 months.
Rachana return to work and sleep well, so latha don’t want to disturb her.
After 3 hours sleep she wakeup for the dinner. And she went to toilet and
refresh herself and come back. Then both they went to dinner. Once they finish
the dinner they comeback to their room. Latha asked about her work pressure,
Rachana said, it’s high pressure job and she is fresher, so she want to learn
the experience, so she want to work the company for other 3 to 4 years.
Latha also accepted this.
But
Rachana worried about her hair, she said, “It’s difficult to maintains my long
hair, because for the past 1 month I haven’t wash my hair, it’s looks ugly, so
I plan to wash my hair tomorrow. Otherwise my long hair will fallen soon. Latha
said, no problem Rachana, if you want I will also help you, because I love your
long hair, Rachana said thanks. Then they went to sleep. In early morning
Rachana wakeup and she called Latha for her help. Latha washed Rachana’s hair
completely with shampoo. And she used hair dryer to dry her hair. Then only
Rachana feel happy. And she hug Latha and said thanks. Then she left to the
office. So after this every week Latha helping to Rachana for her hair wash.
But
after the 1 month Latha got transferred to other branch in Chennai, so she
wants to vacate the hostel and move to nearby her office. Latha ask Rachana to
join with her. But she said, it’s far away from her office. So Latha only
vacated the room. After Latha’s absence Rachana feel bad for company, like
food, and mainly for her hair wash. After a month again her hair got
dried due to not proper care. Some of her office friends and hostel friends
suggest that short her hair sometime, once the work pressure is over then you
can grow again long hair, otherwise your hair will start falling also it will
not grow like this much. But Rachana said no way to cut her hair. Also she went
to beautician for her haircare, she also suggest the same thing. She don’t have
a choice. Finally Rachana decided to cut her hair short, but she don’t know
what length she want to maintain. Most of them preferred bobcut and some of
them said midback.
Then
finally she decides first go for midback hair, if it’s suits she can maintain,
otherwise cut it short like bob. In the Sunday morning she went to near by
parlor for her first haircut. Once she reach the parlor, she informed she want
midback haircut. Beautician questioned about her haircut, she explain her
situation, then beautician replied, if you want to cut her hair please go for
bob otherwise it’s same kind of difficulties for midback hair also. Rachana
said, please cut midback I will check if it suits me otherwise I will go for
bobcut. Then the parlor lady said ok. Then she covered her body with cloth, and
comb her long hair and sprayed water in her hair. Then she took the scissor and
cut her hair upto her hip length, now she is in hiplength hair, Rachana look
her hair length, and she wants reduce more length, so again she cut her hair
upto midback.
Rachana looks her half her hair is gone, but she is not satisfied
this look, it’s look very ordinary. She finally decided to go for a bobcut.
Then the beautician put the scissor in her shoulder and cut her hair. Rachana
feel badly that moment, because for the past 6 to 7 years she maintains but 5
mins all of her hair is gone. Other 2 mins beautician cut her hair equally and
asking for front cut, she said ok, so she cut her front portion. Rachana is
look a like a modern girl. She won’t recognize her face in the mirror. Then she
pay the amount and came back to her hostel, everybody in her hostel looks
surprisingly and asked about her haircut, she said just for a change. Next day
she went to office, again everybody shocked and surprised her newlook. Rachana
got irritated about the questions so she said I want change my look for some
time so I cut it short, I don’t know next 2 to 3 months what hairstyle I will do
whether boycut or bald. I satisfied my look so don’t ask anything about my
hair. After her statement everybody left from the place.
Next
week Latha came to hostel and she also surprised with her newlook, and she said
I know, you are going to cut your hair soon, this time Rachana got surprised
her Latha’s statement and she asked how do you know? Latha said I just thinking
If I am not there it’s difficult to maintain your longhair so 1 or 2 months you
will surely cut your hair. Rachana said “yes correct” because I don’t have
choice now I am happy to maintain this short hair for sometime, if not again I
will go for a boycut. Next 1 year I want to maintains the same kind of
hairstyle, after 1 year based on my work pressure I will grow my hair again.
Latha smiled and appreciate her decision. After the 2 months Rachana gone for
boycut due to summer and the work pressure. But this time latha want to grow
her hair long now she is in midback hair. She want to grow her hair upto her
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