A WEEKEND....by Arun

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 12^th 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”. 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 12^th 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.

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.

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.

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 pointing arun and we said thanks to that. They ordered us to meet at the car park after the class got over.

In the afternoon session, I almost spoke with every girl in my class. I got close with some girls specifically and their names are Anusha, Laxmi priya, Suganya, Sangeetha Priya, and Mythili. I spoke to some boys too. The evening came, and we met the seniors and they were happy with our performance. They asked us change the dress, and arun first gave my clothes and then I gave his clothes. After changing to my dress only I got my breath back.