At the age of 15 I joined an Indian school and the physical endeavors I had to bare were just unimaginable and nothing short of adventurous.
Sunday, 4 December 2016
The Perks of Being a Student
Coming back from Canada and starting school in India can be a lot difficult. Especially when you have never experienced Indian schools before.
At the age of 15 I joined an Indian school and the physical endeavors I had to bare were just unimaginable and nothing short of adventurous.
Worst of all was murga. I got in school, in tuition, in college by seniors and sometimes even in neighborhood by aunties.
Then there was ear holding which was a weekly affair.
And sometimes even that was converted into something hell embarrassing.
And then there was kneeling down.
At the age of 15 I joined an Indian school and the physical endeavors I had to bare were just unimaginable and nothing short of adventurous.
The Bangali Murgi [Chapter Six]
After riding a whole roller coaster of punishments. Her O and A level classes went relatively well. Just one ear holding here and there, sometimes kneeling down. Her next 4 years went without any significant punishment. When Dania turned 18, she had to make a choice, whether she wants to stay in Bangladesh or go back to Pakistan. She decided to stay. For 2 reasons,
1) She could not face anyone in Pakistan. If anyone asks her how her time went, what would she say? And everyone would tease her of being a Bangalan.
2) She got 100% scholarship from Dhaka Acting School after she had performed in a school play. Before that she did not know she had a knack for acting. If she goes back, nobody would know about her acting talent and she did not know whether there were any acting schools in Pakistan. Even if there were, she did not know whether her unreal parents would want her to go there.
Just 2 years in acting school and she would have a real chance of getting into TV serial and films. Which meant she had chosen Bangladesh as her home.
Her 2 years in Acting School were the best of her life. She never had so much fun. Just before passing out, she got into an audition for a drama serial "Kirti". Dania auditioned for the lead role of Kirti, who was a village girl. Although the age of Kirti was supposed to be 16 years, and Dania was 22, she was recommended, was she was fit for the role. When she got the news that she had been selected for the role, she ran and kissed Rehana on the cheeks. She could not control her excitement. They all went out to celebrate.
Before the production of the drama began, they were to have a photoshoot of the characters, for the ad agency so they can start making out a marketing strategy for the promotion of the drama serial. Dania still did not have any idea of the script or story. The producers were treating her like a pushover, as she was new. She was being constantly told that she is very lucky to have this role and she shouldn't create any problems for the producers.
Then she was called for the photoshoot. She was made to wear Shalwar kameez and her hair was oiled and tied in two braids on each side.
After sometime Dania found out that the role she had gotten was not just of a village girl, but of a very very naughty village girl. She had to create all kinds of mischief in the village and obviously that meant she will get into trouble. And getting into trouble only meant one thing.
Punishments. Punishments in front of cameras. Punishments in front of cast and crew. Punishments in front of all of Bangladesh.
Dania put her palms on her face and dug her face between her thighs.
First some random shots were taken of her standing then came the part which irked Dania down to her core. The director wanted some pictures in which Kirti was holding her ears. So Dania stood holding her ears in front of all these people for about 3 hours. She had to do all kinds of facial expressions while holding her ears. She must look ashamed, she must look sorry, she must mischievous, with her tongue out etc. Then came the part where her ears were being caught by other characters. One was Kirti's mother. One was a farmer in the village, one was a teacher.
All of them held Kirti's ear one by one, and several pictures were taken with each of them. It took 5 hours.
When the production of the drama started, Dania was made murga first day of the shoot. It was hell embarrassing doing it in front of dozens of people.
The drama was a huge hit. Dania came to be known as the daughter of Bangladesh because of that serial. She was the ultimate manifestation of Bengaliness. Getting all the ear punishments there were on screen.
Time passed. Dania got another role at the age of thirty.
In that role she was to play a thirty year old women, who had a mad mother. Her mother used to make her murga. Bengalis loved watching their daughter do the murga pose on screen.
The end.
Saturday, 8 October 2016
The Bangali Murgi [Chapter Five]
The term was ending in 2 months time and school decided to take the
students of class 7 to class 9 on a picnic at a farmhouse. Dania was
sitting with her 2 friends near the pool when a boy from their class
came and told them that class 9 girls are in trouble and the teachers
have decided to punish all the girls of class 9 in school tomorrow.
Dania was shocked. The boy told them that there had been a food fight
near the swings. The headmistress was furious because of the wasted
food. There were some girls from class 9 involved. But they ran and hid
inside the rooms as the teachers came. So the class 8 girls told them
that class 9 girls did it. They didn't know the names of the girls, so
the teachers and headmistress have decided to punish all the girls of
class 9.
"What nonsense!!" Dania exclaimed. "Class 8 girls are bitches, why did they have to tell. I am not going to take any punishment because of some stupid girls."
The headmistress's attitude could scare anyone. She lined up all the class 9 girls in the farmhouse at the end of the picnic and gave a good scolding.
"Who were involved? Tell me now otherwise I will punish everyone in the school tomorrow. Confess and I will go easy."
Nobody squeaked. All the girls stood looking at the ground.
Why don't they confess, they will get everyone in trouble.
All other students were watching.
"One last chance. Anybody wants to confess?"
After 30 seconds of silence, the headmistress got angrier.
"Okay, make sure you all come to school tomorrow. If anyone of you is absent, she will fail the class, I will make sure of it."
Dania could not sit still in the bus after the humiliation the senior most girls in the picnic had to go through. She thought probably the headmistress would make them do uthak baithaks outside her office as she usually did. The headmistress often punished students that way. A 100 uthak baithaks outside the headmistress office would not be so humiliating as she would be accompanied by 15 other girls and no other student would be watching. Dania could not be more wrong.
The next day when Dania went to Shipla teacher's tuition after school, a girl from class 6 asked her with a bright smile, "Why were you punished?"
The smile on her face was the indication of the level of disgrace Dania had seen that day. Although this girl had seen Dania doing uthak baithak and kneeling down many times, but now when she was asking this question with so much amusement told Dania she could not go any lower in degradation. She is now the ultimate manifestation of Bangali murgi.
The whole school had watched as all the girls of class 9 knelt down in the assembly.
There they knelt holding their ears, while other classes went to their classes, line by line.
They were made to kneel down for half an hour. Then they were made to stand holding their ears for an hour in the corridor. Then they were assembled in front of the headmistress's office. She came out with a long wooden scale. Now all the girls thought that they would be given strokes on their palms, but all were surprised as the first girl received a loud thud on her buttocks. The headmistress was here to spank them. Dania thought it would not hurt much, it was just making a loud sound. But when Dania's turn came, she clenched her buttocks in anticipation, then the scale landed on her butt. When the scale met her butt, "Ahhhhhh!" came out of her mouth. She could not believe the pain. She did not rub her hands on her butt as it would look shameful with a male peon and security guard watching. Then round 2 started. The headmistress was coming back for another stroke. Just as the scale kissed Dania's buttocks again, she led out a cry and could not stop herself from rubbing her ass. All the girls were rubbing now.
"Take them into the assembly ground and make them murga." The headmistress told the PE teacher, who had been in charge of the whole punishment up till now.
Dania was shocked. Every girl was. This could only be a threat. A way of scaring.
But when they were led into the assembly ground, and the serious and stern look on the PE teacher's face told them to assume the murga position, the girls knew it was actually happening. No one wanted anymore beating.
They were made murga in the assembly ground for almost half an hour. When Dania was in murga position, she felt as if she had been stripped naked in front of the whole school. There was nothing left. No layer of self-respect, honour, dignity. She was as good as a raped girl. Becoming murga in the school uniform was somewhat more humiliating than in home clothes. None of the 16 girls had ever experienced it before. Dania did not know who watched her. It was just before lunch time that they were asked to get up. After break they were made to go back to their classes. When Dania came home, she felt like a nothing. She had faced so much humiliation, that even the maid Batool looked more respectable to her.
That was the last punishment she got that year.
[Chapter Six to come]
"What nonsense!!" Dania exclaimed. "Class 8 girls are bitches, why did they have to tell. I am not going to take any punishment because of some stupid girls."
The headmistress's attitude could scare anyone. She lined up all the class 9 girls in the farmhouse at the end of the picnic and gave a good scolding.
"Who were involved? Tell me now otherwise I will punish everyone in the school tomorrow. Confess and I will go easy."
Nobody squeaked. All the girls stood looking at the ground.
Why don't they confess, they will get everyone in trouble.
All other students were watching.
"One last chance. Anybody wants to confess?"
After 30 seconds of silence, the headmistress got angrier.
"Okay, make sure you all come to school tomorrow. If anyone of you is absent, she will fail the class, I will make sure of it."
Dania could not sit still in the bus after the humiliation the senior most girls in the picnic had to go through. She thought probably the headmistress would make them do uthak baithaks outside her office as she usually did. The headmistress often punished students that way. A 100 uthak baithaks outside the headmistress office would not be so humiliating as she would be accompanied by 15 other girls and no other student would be watching. Dania could not be more wrong.
The next day when Dania went to Shipla teacher's tuition after school, a girl from class 6 asked her with a bright smile, "Why were you punished?"
The smile on her face was the indication of the level of disgrace Dania had seen that day. Although this girl had seen Dania doing uthak baithak and kneeling down many times, but now when she was asking this question with so much amusement told Dania she could not go any lower in degradation. She is now the ultimate manifestation of Bangali murgi.
The whole school had watched as all the girls of class 9 knelt down in the assembly.
There they knelt holding their ears, while other classes went to their classes, line by line.
They were made to kneel down for half an hour. Then they were made to stand holding their ears for an hour in the corridor. Then they were assembled in front of the headmistress's office. She came out with a long wooden scale. Now all the girls thought that they would be given strokes on their palms, but all were surprised as the first girl received a loud thud on her buttocks. The headmistress was here to spank them. Dania thought it would not hurt much, it was just making a loud sound. But when Dania's turn came, she clenched her buttocks in anticipation, then the scale landed on her butt. When the scale met her butt, "Ahhhhhh!" came out of her mouth. She could not believe the pain. She did not rub her hands on her butt as it would look shameful with a male peon and security guard watching. Then round 2 started. The headmistress was coming back for another stroke. Just as the scale kissed Dania's buttocks again, she led out a cry and could not stop herself from rubbing her ass. All the girls were rubbing now.
"Take them into the assembly ground and make them murga." The headmistress told the PE teacher, who had been in charge of the whole punishment up till now.
Dania was shocked. Every girl was. This could only be a threat. A way of scaring.
But when they were led into the assembly ground, and the serious and stern look on the PE teacher's face told them to assume the murga position, the girls knew it was actually happening. No one wanted anymore beating.
They were made murga in the assembly ground for almost half an hour. When Dania was in murga position, she felt as if she had been stripped naked in front of the whole school. There was nothing left. No layer of self-respect, honour, dignity. She was as good as a raped girl. Becoming murga in the school uniform was somewhat more humiliating than in home clothes. None of the 16 girls had ever experienced it before. Dania did not know who watched her. It was just before lunch time that they were asked to get up. After break they were made to go back to their classes. When Dania came home, she felt like a nothing. She had faced so much humiliation, that even the maid Batool looked more respectable to her.
That was the last punishment she got that year.
[Chapter Six to come]
Thursday, 29 September 2016
The Bangali Murgi [Chapter Four]
Now she felt like a Bangali Murgi completely. Her Pakistani side did not emerge for a while.
But embracing the Bangali murgi wasn't easy. She thought she would be able to take punishments easily but it wasn't any less humiliating. Shipla teacher's tuition was the worst. Being the eldest, she should have never be punished, but she was the most punished. Young girls sometimes even laughed while Dania counted loudly the number of baithaks she had done. Shipla teacher always made students count loudly while doing uthak baithak so they do not skip.
Thank God, Shipla teacher doesn't make me murga in front of juniors.
But Shipla did not make anyone murga.
In this course of time, Dania met Sanjeer. They liked each other and soon became very close. Dania went to his house much of the time and Sanjeer also came to her house. Luckily, Rehana and Saleem did not mind Dania having a boyfriend.
Sanjeer often caught her ear to show affection for her. It was arrange but Dania did not mind.
One day, Sanjeer called Dania and told her that he was alone in the house and they both should spend some time alone. Dania went over. They did not have sex yet and had agreed they should not. But Sanjeer came up with this idea that they should strip and spend sometime with each other naked. So they did. Both got naked and went around the house, made tea and drank, and then they sat on the stairs talking. Suddenly they heard the door opening and someone coming in. Immediately, both ran up to Sanjeer's room, but realized their clothes were lying in the living room floor. Sanjeer wore some other clothes and went down to see who had come back and take the clothes, while Dania waited in Sanjeer's room stark naked. As she waited, Sanjeer's mother walked into the room and took Dania's ear.
"Come down with me."
Dania was dragged by her ear downstairs into the living room, stark naked, as the way she was born.
Then she was made to stand in the living room, beside Sanjeer.
She was in big trouble now. She could not think anything. Her mind was empty. She knew she had done something bad and now she will pay.
"How old are you two?" Sanjeer's mother asked.
After some nude lecturing and a phone call to Dania's home, Dania was asked to leave. She wasn't sure whether it was over between Sanjeer and her or not.
At home Saleem and Rehana were angry. She got few slaps from Rehana and was sent to here room. They told her it was over.
One day they all were visiting their relatives and Dania, just jokingly slapped a cousin of hers on the arm. So her grandmother instantly made her hold her ears in front of all her cousins for hitting a cousin who was older than her. It seemed to her that everyone loved watching her hold her ears.
Once even the school boa had made her hold her ears. She had spilled some ink in the corridor, so the boa who came to sweep made her hold her ears while she cleaned. She threatened to tell the headmistress if Dania didn't hold her ears.
The term was finally over, which meant she had to start Bengali classes now. She knew that the Bengali teacher will mince her body with punishments as she was still struggling with reading and writing Bengali. Could I repeat this class? I do not want to take Bengali now, I do not get it yet. She once asked Rehana and Saleem.
"Look, if you fail in Bengali subject, you can still pass the class by scoring high in other subjects. You just need 51% average to pass the class. There is no point in repeating this class for one subject." Saleem had a point and Dania could not argue. But she did protest. "But the Bengali teacher punishes so much. She is nice and all, but she takes no nonsense. She will butcher me with her punishments. I'm afraid Bengali class will just become ear holding and uthak baithak class for me. Just in the last class she made 2 girls stand on the bench for poor handwriting. Just imagine class 9 girls standing on the bench holding their ears." Dania made a face.
"I will talk with the headmistress and the Bengali teacher. I am sure they will understand your position and the Bengali teacher won't punish you. Just do your best in class and in the final exam, I'm sure you will get through this class." Saleem made her feel secure. Saleem did go to the school and talk with the teacher and headmistress and the Bengali teacher assured him that she knows Dania's position and she will deal with her accordingly. Although she did not say that Dania will be spared punishment, she said she wants to see Dania's effort. If Dania puts effort in class, she will not have any problem from her. Saleem was satisfied with this but when he told this to Dania, she felt dubious.
On the first day of the second term, the Bengali teacher made Dania stand in her place to scold her, "You sent your father to school to talk to me, to prevent yourself from being punished."
Dania heartbeat fastened.
"How childish of you. Do have any idea how much embarrassment you made me go through in front of the management. You told your father that I punish students a lot. How old are you anyways?"
"15." Dania squeaked.
"15 and in class 9. Can't you deal with some minute punishments."
Whatever she makes students do, how can she it call minute?
"I want some mature students in my class, okay? How will you deal with life if you cannot take some punishments in school."
Dania was looking down. Her face and ears had colored red.
"Sit down!"
Dania sat humiliated.
But what about the punishments? Is she going to punish me or go easy? or is she going to punish me even more because I made her angry?
Dania's mind was reeling. Blood was flowing in her head. Her ears were now red and hot.
Only time will tell whether Saleem had helped her or made it worse.
On the very next Bengali class, Dania's ear was pulled by the Bengali teacher for not pronouncing a word correctly. And it continued. Dania realized she is being punished more than the other students. Standing on the bench holding ears. Standing outside class holding ears. Kneeling down and holding ears. Doing 50 uthak baithaks. Doing 100 uthak baithaks. It was all there. Getting her ears pulled was an everyday affair. She was being given more ear punishments than the Bengalis themselves. She was missing her Pakistani school now. The only punishment you got in school was standing inside the class and standing outside the class. No ear holding, No kneeling. No standing on the bench.
Because of this classes with Salma had become tougher as well. Although Salma never punished her now. Only gave her slaps once in a while with some ear pulling. To Dania's great relief that murga was a one time affair. She could not bare anymore humiliation in front of Batool. That Bangli Murgi and Pakistani debate had faded inside her now. She had no doubt in her mind now that she is a Bengali. It is her fate. It was always her fate. But she wished this fate had come to her sooner so that she would be used to it. Had she not grown so much without the habit of not being punished, it would have been easier to bear all this. She was being punished so much that she felt getting ear punishments is all she have come on earth to do. It was like her thing now.
The first time the Bengali teacher made her stand on the bench holding her ears, she almost fainted of humiliation. She had made many mistakes in her homework, so after receiving some havoc scolding, she was commanded to stand on the bench. When she got up and held her ears, it felt like nothing before.
Climbing the Everest must feel like this.
She was towering over the whole class, holding her ears. Punishments make you feel smaller. It shrinks your ego. Your self-respect. Your confidence. It shrinks your social value. But this standing on the bench was unique, Dania noticed. She felt larger. She felt larger than the classroom. So that meant the humiliation was larger as well. It was like she is being showcased on a world stage, as someone who is humiliated, something that should make you be feel sorry.
God, someone who created this punishment must be another genius. After murga, this must be the highest level of degradation.
She figured the best way to go through this punishment was keeping the body rock solid. No twitching. Legs, arms, fingers, face, everything rock solid. Even a simple movement felt like a lot of shame, as it felt like every eye in the class was on her.
[Chapter 5 to come]
Friday, 23 September 2016
The Bangali Murgi [Chapter Three]
As Dania picked up her bag and
walked out of the class she felt as if her transformation was complete.
She was now a complete Bangali Murgi. Standing for 45 minutes holding
your ears isn't something you would be made to do in Pakistan. After
this I won't be accepted into the Pakistani society anymore. She could
not walk straight. Her bottom felt funny. She went straight to her car
and sat. This is the time she accepted the fact that she was a Bangali
Murgi from now and this was her life from now on. She should embrace it.
She should have this relationship with her ears now. She must not feel
any embarrassment taking ear punishments anymore. But was it as simple
as she thinks it is. She decided that she will now go to the house and
say some word in Urdu, and before Rehana asks her to hold her ears and
say sorry, she would do it on her own. In this way she could tell
herself that she has accepted her Bengali-ness.
Right when she arrived at her home, she went straight to Rehana, greeted her and then said a word in Urdu. Without anything, she held her ears and said,"Sorry, Ammoo.". This time she did not leave them. In that moment something happened. She felt like an outsider. She did not feel a Bengali at all. She felt like she shouldn't have held her ears. The Bengali-ness is better imposed on her rather than she taking it on. She felt like a Pakistani again. Her body felt like it was not made to do all this stuff. She left her ears instantly. Rehana did not punish her as she had warned before, "I am letting you go this time. Go to your room and get some rest."
No, I am a Pakistani.
I am not made for this.
I will never be this. This Bangali Murgi.
I am not here to hold ears or become murga.
I am the beautiful girl I was in Pakistan.
I have a good social value. I am not a Bangali Murgi.
Now she was in a constant internal battle. She had tried to embrace the Bangali Murgi part, but now her Pakistani side had fought back ferociously. Sometimes she felt like a Bangali Murgi again. She felt like her legs should bend, her hands should come around and take her ears. But sometimes she felt the whole idea was outrageous and no one should know what she is going through. Next time I speak in Urdu or English, I will not apologize to Rehana by holding my ears, and not take the punishment she gives as well.
Sometimes she felt really curious how Rehana would punish her and she really felt like holding her ears in front of Rehana.
Who am I?
With this constant struggle within her, Dania went through another event which made her even more repugnant. She was talking on the phone with her friend in the living room. As soon as the call ended, Dania's ear was taken by someone from behind. She hadn't noticed Rehana coming into the hall. "You spoke in English."
Dania adjusted her body position so that Rehana was now in front of her. Dania could not think what to say. Her ear was in someone else's hand. This was even more loathing than holding your own ears. Her Pakistani side reacted at once, and she felt even more disgust. Rehana wasn't pulling or twisting her ear, she had just caught it. Finally, Dania conjured up something to say.
"But she is my friend, she speaks in English more than Bengali." Dania protested.
"Where are you standing?" Rehana pulled her ear now, a bit to the side and down.
"In my house."
"Yes, and what are the rules in this house about language?" Rehana asked, wriggling her ear again.
"I can only speak Bengali." Dania said. By now she just wanted the whole thing to end. She wasn't enjoying it a bit. So much for being a Bangali Murgi.
"How should I punish you?"
"I don't know. Please forgive me. I will not do it again."
"No, you must be punished this time. Tell me how should I punish you, only then I will leave your ear."
After a bit more apologizing and Rehana's insistence, Dania blurted out,"Make me hold my ears and stand for a few minutes."
Finally her ear was left and she was made to stand against a wall holding her ears. It was really different doing it in the house. Maybe because her Bangali Murgi had come out now. She started to enjoy it. She even felt that Rehana should have held and pulled her ear more. Rehana was sitting on the sofa. After about 5 minutes, the maid Batool called out, "Apa, where have you kept the clothes."
Then suddenly Dania realized that if her maid sees her she would feel humiliated. Her Pakistani side triggered again. She has always been bossy towards Batool. Batool was about her age. If she sees Dania standing like this, it would destroy her. Luckily, Rehana answered her and Batool did not come into the living room. But the rest of the punishment Dania did not enjoy as her Pakistani side had overcome now.
Dania was now struggling with her studies, which meant she needed a tutor for most of her subjects. Rehana found a tutor, Shipla teacher in the neighborhood. Shipla taught about 8 people at a time. She made the students sit in a semi-circle on the floor, each with a floor desk of their own. Dania had tuition for all her subjects except Bengali. Bengali was being taught by Salma. So she now had 2 tuition teachers. Right after she came home from school she had to go straight to Shipla teacher's tuition for 2 hours. Sometimes because of traffic, she got home late so she had to go to the tuition wearing her school uniform only. When she got back home at 5, she would rest a little and at 6 Salma came to teach her Bengali for more than a half hour.
In school, she was once again punished by the PE teacher. The PE teacher got mad and made all the girls of class 9 stand in the corridor holding their ears for the whole PE class. The first 10 minutes were really tough for Dania, but later her Bangali Murgi came on. Then she enjoyed the whole experience. But after the punishment was over, her Pakistani side came back and she started hating herself.
After a week, Shipla teacher's tuition got tougher. It was in Shipla teacher's tuition that Dania experienced her first Uthak baithak. Doing 40 uthak baithaks was like climbing a mountain. As if holding ears was easy enough. With her Pakistani side triggered, it was a disgusting and revolting experience. She was the eldest in tuition, as no other girl in the tuition was above class 7.
It was Shipla teacher who gave her the first kneeling down punishment as well. Kneeling down was not embarrassing at all, but more painful.
The only punishment left was murga. But by the way things were, Dania knew getting murga punishment was impossible. No one in the school is punished that way, no one in tuition in punished that way, and Salma never punishes. And by the lenient attitude of Rehana, she believed she will never be punished this way.
She received a slap from Salma the other day. It wasn't a friendly slap. It was a tight painful slap.
Accept the Bangali Murgi or fight it, she knew she has to go through all these experiences.
Salma became very strict with her as Dania was performing very poorly with her written Bengali.
There were only 2 months left for the term to end, after that she would have to take Bengali classes in school to pass the class. Dania felt she wouldn't be able to cope with it. This agitated Salma and she became very strict. Face slaps and ear pulling became a common thing.
But once Dania was feeling so lazy and doing so many mistakes that Salma lost her temper.
"TRANSLATE THIS PARAGRAPH PROPERLY, WARNA MURGA BANAI DEBO TUMKA, AIK DUM MURGA!!"
Dania could not believe the words and the tone of Salma. Her hands started trembling. She had to translate a whole paragraph properly otherwise she would be made murga. She started writing. Right after translating the first sentence she knew she was doomed. She had to linger as much as possible. Maybe Salma's anger would abate. But only after 5 minutes, Salma snatched the notebook from her to read what she had written.
"Become murga before I slap you."
Dania did not understand what to do. She remained seated and did not do anything.
"MURGA BANO!!!"
Then an idea struck her. "I don't know how to become murga."
Salma pulled her by the ear and made her stand in front of her. Then told her how to do it. Now she had no other choice but to become.
Finally. There it was. Her body as murga. A Bangali Murgi. I am a Bangali Murgi.
Now there is no point in fighting it.
But this wasn't a cakewalk. Her body started paining only after 1 minute. Holding the ears was so difficult as well.
God! who made this punishment.
As if holding the ears wasn't embarrassing enough somebody had to come up with this way of holding ears. Your hands tunneling under your thighs to hold the ears.
Genius way of humiliation.
Just as Dania was tightening her loose grip on her ears, Batool came into the room with tea for Salma.
Batool looked at Dania with amusement.
Dania could not think straight.
The master is in murga position in her own home, and the maid is freely walking around. What the fuck. I shouldn't be humiliated in front of the maid like this.
But what could she do. She could only sit as a murga while Batool kept the tea on the table and walked out smiling.
I would rather rather be the maid now, than be her master in the murga position.
If Dania had seen her smile, she would have shrunk with humiliation, if she hadn't already. All her ego, all her bossiness, felt small now.
[Chapter Four to come]
Right when she arrived at her home, she went straight to Rehana, greeted her and then said a word in Urdu. Without anything, she held her ears and said,"Sorry, Ammoo.". This time she did not leave them. In that moment something happened. She felt like an outsider. She did not feel a Bengali at all. She felt like she shouldn't have held her ears. The Bengali-ness is better imposed on her rather than she taking it on. She felt like a Pakistani again. Her body felt like it was not made to do all this stuff. She left her ears instantly. Rehana did not punish her as she had warned before, "I am letting you go this time. Go to your room and get some rest."
No, I am a Pakistani.
I am not made for this.
I will never be this. This Bangali Murgi.
I am not here to hold ears or become murga.
I am the beautiful girl I was in Pakistan.
I have a good social value. I am not a Bangali Murgi.
Now she was in a constant internal battle. She had tried to embrace the Bangali Murgi part, but now her Pakistani side had fought back ferociously. Sometimes she felt like a Bangali Murgi again. She felt like her legs should bend, her hands should come around and take her ears. But sometimes she felt the whole idea was outrageous and no one should know what she is going through. Next time I speak in Urdu or English, I will not apologize to Rehana by holding my ears, and not take the punishment she gives as well.
Sometimes she felt really curious how Rehana would punish her and she really felt like holding her ears in front of Rehana.
Who am I?
With this constant struggle within her, Dania went through another event which made her even more repugnant. She was talking on the phone with her friend in the living room. As soon as the call ended, Dania's ear was taken by someone from behind. She hadn't noticed Rehana coming into the hall. "You spoke in English."
Dania adjusted her body position so that Rehana was now in front of her. Dania could not think what to say. Her ear was in someone else's hand. This was even more loathing than holding your own ears. Her Pakistani side reacted at once, and she felt even more disgust. Rehana wasn't pulling or twisting her ear, she had just caught it. Finally, Dania conjured up something to say.
"But she is my friend, she speaks in English more than Bengali." Dania protested.
"Where are you standing?" Rehana pulled her ear now, a bit to the side and down.
"In my house."
"Yes, and what are the rules in this house about language?" Rehana asked, wriggling her ear again.
"I can only speak Bengali." Dania said. By now she just wanted the whole thing to end. She wasn't enjoying it a bit. So much for being a Bangali Murgi.
"How should I punish you?"
"I don't know. Please forgive me. I will not do it again."
"No, you must be punished this time. Tell me how should I punish you, only then I will leave your ear."
After a bit more apologizing and Rehana's insistence, Dania blurted out,"Make me hold my ears and stand for a few minutes."
Finally her ear was left and she was made to stand against a wall holding her ears. It was really different doing it in the house. Maybe because her Bangali Murgi had come out now. She started to enjoy it. She even felt that Rehana should have held and pulled her ear more. Rehana was sitting on the sofa. After about 5 minutes, the maid Batool called out, "Apa, where have you kept the clothes."
Then suddenly Dania realized that if her maid sees her she would feel humiliated. Her Pakistani side triggered again. She has always been bossy towards Batool. Batool was about her age. If she sees Dania standing like this, it would destroy her. Luckily, Rehana answered her and Batool did not come into the living room. But the rest of the punishment Dania did not enjoy as her Pakistani side had overcome now.
Dania was now struggling with her studies, which meant she needed a tutor for most of her subjects. Rehana found a tutor, Shipla teacher in the neighborhood. Shipla taught about 8 people at a time. She made the students sit in a semi-circle on the floor, each with a floor desk of their own. Dania had tuition for all her subjects except Bengali. Bengali was being taught by Salma. So she now had 2 tuition teachers. Right after she came home from school she had to go straight to Shipla teacher's tuition for 2 hours. Sometimes because of traffic, she got home late so she had to go to the tuition wearing her school uniform only. When she got back home at 5, she would rest a little and at 6 Salma came to teach her Bengali for more than a half hour.
In school, she was once again punished by the PE teacher. The PE teacher got mad and made all the girls of class 9 stand in the corridor holding their ears for the whole PE class. The first 10 minutes were really tough for Dania, but later her Bangali Murgi came on. Then she enjoyed the whole experience. But after the punishment was over, her Pakistani side came back and she started hating herself.
After a week, Shipla teacher's tuition got tougher. It was in Shipla teacher's tuition that Dania experienced her first Uthak baithak. Doing 40 uthak baithaks was like climbing a mountain. As if holding ears was easy enough. With her Pakistani side triggered, it was a disgusting and revolting experience. She was the eldest in tuition, as no other girl in the tuition was above class 7.
It was Shipla teacher who gave her the first kneeling down punishment as well. Kneeling down was not embarrassing at all, but more painful.
The only punishment left was murga. But by the way things were, Dania knew getting murga punishment was impossible. No one in the school is punished that way, no one in tuition in punished that way, and Salma never punishes. And by the lenient attitude of Rehana, she believed she will never be punished this way.
She received a slap from Salma the other day. It wasn't a friendly slap. It was a tight painful slap.
Accept the Bangali Murgi or fight it, she knew she has to go through all these experiences.
Salma became very strict with her as Dania was performing very poorly with her written Bengali.
There were only 2 months left for the term to end, after that she would have to take Bengali classes in school to pass the class. Dania felt she wouldn't be able to cope with it. This agitated Salma and she became very strict. Face slaps and ear pulling became a common thing.
But once Dania was feeling so lazy and doing so many mistakes that Salma lost her temper.
"TRANSLATE THIS PARAGRAPH PROPERLY, WARNA MURGA BANAI DEBO TUMKA, AIK DUM MURGA!!"
Dania could not believe the words and the tone of Salma. Her hands started trembling. She had to translate a whole paragraph properly otherwise she would be made murga. She started writing. Right after translating the first sentence she knew she was doomed. She had to linger as much as possible. Maybe Salma's anger would abate. But only after 5 minutes, Salma snatched the notebook from her to read what she had written.
"Become murga before I slap you."
Dania did not understand what to do. She remained seated and did not do anything.
"MURGA BANO!!!"
Then an idea struck her. "I don't know how to become murga."
Salma pulled her by the ear and made her stand in front of her. Then told her how to do it. Now she had no other choice but to become.
Finally. There it was. Her body as murga. A Bangali Murgi. I am a Bangali Murgi.
Now there is no point in fighting it.
But this wasn't a cakewalk. Her body started paining only after 1 minute. Holding the ears was so difficult as well.
God! who made this punishment.
As if holding the ears wasn't embarrassing enough somebody had to come up with this way of holding ears. Your hands tunneling under your thighs to hold the ears.
Genius way of humiliation.
Just as Dania was tightening her loose grip on her ears, Batool came into the room with tea for Salma.
Batool looked at Dania with amusement.
Dania could not think straight.
The master is in murga position in her own home, and the maid is freely walking around. What the fuck. I shouldn't be humiliated in front of the maid like this.
But what could she do. She could only sit as a murga while Batool kept the tea on the table and walked out smiling.
I would rather rather be the maid now, than be her master in the murga position.
If Dania had seen her smile, she would have shrunk with humiliation, if she hadn't already. All her ego, all her bossiness, felt small now.
[Chapter Four to come]
Tuesday, 20 September 2016
The Bangali Murgi [Chapter Two]
As soon as the plane landed in Chittagong, Dania felt like Harry
Potter. Only she was going into a world of punishments rather than a
world of magic. She had no idea how she will cope with all the
punishments she will have to take.
Dania loved the house. There were many servants in the house, so she was not do any chores. This she could live with she told herself.
There was still one and a half month for the school to start, so the biggest concern for Rehana and Saleem was to get Dania the Bangladeshi nationality. And they also felt that since Dania will not be going to school for a while, they could arrange for her to learn Bengali language at home. Rehana was very determined to convert Dania into a complete Bengali as soon as possible. This is the only way she could forget Pakistan and her old parents. After one week of getting used to each other and surroundings, Dania was introduced to her Bengali tutor. She was teacher Salma.
Damn she looks strict. What is she going to do to me during lessons.
But to her surprise, teacher Salma was very sweet and taught very well. She didn't even scold, she acted like a friend. Rehana had asked teacher Salma to work on her spoken Bengali first, then after she had gotten good in spoken, she can work on reading and writing. Dania found it extremely easy, as many words matched with Urdu.
After 2 weeks, they showed her her Bangladeshi passport. When she saw it, she felt like a stamp of Bangali is posted on her buttocks, a stamp of being a Bangali Murgi. She was now a complete Bangali. Right after showing her the new passport, Rehana also passed a new rule in the house.
"No more Urdu or English in the house!"
"You must converse in pure Bengali from now on in the house as you are now a pure Bengali."
Dania had learned quite a bit of Bengali, but she was not well versed. She still struggled to make complete sentences.
I wonder what will be the offense for speaking in Urdu or English in the house? I hope it is not one of those ear punishments.
Dania broke the law 2 days later.
She was trying to say a sentence in her broken Bengali, when she accidentally uttered a word in Urdu.
"That is an Urdu word." Rehana said.
Dania looked in anticipation at Rehana's face. What will she make me do now? Make me murga for it?
After a long silence, Rehana finally said, "Apologize!"
Ohh, that is it. I thought I was in trouble.
"Sorry." Dania said in Bengali.
"Not like this. Hold your ears and say sorry." Rehana commanded.
So it is true, Bengali's love ears. This is it. My first ear punishment now.
"Should I stand up and hold my ears or I can say it while sitting only?" She inquired. Talking like this about ear holding seemed an embarrassment on its own.
"You can sit and hold your ears."
Dania took her hands and grabbed her ears without thinking much. Her ear lobes felt cold. "Sorry."
"Make sure whenever you say sorry you hold your ears too. Otherwise they are meaningless words. You have to show from your body language that you are sorry. And not just to me, but to everyone from now on. Being my daughter you are required to do this."
By the time Dania left her ears, her face had started coloring red. It wasn't so apparent because of her dark color. Her ears especially had gone red and from cold to hot.
Holding her ears made Dania fall deeper into the Bangali hole. She felt like another of her Pakistani part has been taken away. Now she can't even say sorry without holding her ears. Her body felt like a Bangali Murgi more than ever.
School was due to start tomorrow. She was to start her class 9. She was admitted in the Chittagong Grammar School, which was one of the best schools in the city. The uniform was red check kameez with red shalwar. The sleeves of the kameez had to be small, just the way she liked it.
When she wore the uniform in the morning, she felt even more Bangali. Wearing the uniform felt like a punishment in itself.
During breakfast, she uttered a word in English. For which she was made to hold her ears and say sorry again. In a span of 2 days, she had held her ears twice. In Pakistan, she had never held her ears.
"Next time I will punish you for this, sorry will not suffice anymore."
Great. That is just what I had to hear on my first day of school, when I am so anxious about punishments in school.
Dania had the urge to ask what sorts of punishments will Rehana subject her to, but didn't.
Her first day went pretty well. She made 2 friends. There were 16 girls and 14 boys in the class. She had been exempted from second language Bengali for the first term, but it was compulsory to take it in the second term to pass the class as she did not have a foreign passport anymore.
In the meanwhile, teacher Salma had started working on her written Bangla. Dania was really struggling in writing and reading as the alphabets were alien to her.
With the struggle, teacher Salma's attitude had begun to change, but she hadn't yet punished Dania in anyway, not even threatened.
After one week of schooling, the teachers in the school went into punishing mode. But it were the boys who were mostly punished. Just once the Algebra teacher made 2 girls stand holding their ears for talking in class. Girls were mostly just scolded and reprimanded.
Dania received her first punishment during the Bengali class in the third week. The Bengali teacher was not very strict, didn't scold or became angry, but punished a lot. In every class she made at least 2 students do uthak baithak 100 times for one reason or another. Making students stand holding their ears was her favorite. In the Bengali class, she commanded all the students to stand holding their ears, because they had forgotten to remind her of a certain topic. All the students stood, but Dania kept sitting as she was exempted from Bengali, and wasn't responsible for the mistake.
"You also stand and catch your ears. Join the class."
Dania did not have the guts to protest or say anything. She stood up and found it extremely difficult to hold her ears.
But i didn't do anything. Why am I punished?
She was standing and thinking, when the Bengali teacher said, "Clench your ears."
The 2 girls who were standing in front turned their necks to look at her. Dania felt it is even more humiliating to hold your ears and turn around. The 2 girls really made her uncomfortable, even though they were the ones who were holding their ears and Dania had not held her yet. So I will look just like them now.
Dania raised her gorgeous hands to grasp her small ears, as her heart beat got faster.
As her hands were going up to embrace her ears, a storm of thoughts rushed through her mind.
Who came up with this punishment?
What is the purpose of holding ears?
Why are ears so significant? Maybe they aren't, that is why holding them is a punishment?
What have ears got to do with anything?
Why is holding them so hard? I mean they are just a tiny part of the body.
Grabbing ears, so easy, yet so hard?
Her fingers finally met their destination. She had never felt more discomfort in her life.
I cannot stand like this for long.
Dania had no idea where to look. She felt like the whole class was looking at her. Looking at how stupid she looked holding her ears, even though they were also holding their ears. But she was a Pakistani and she was a new student in the school. They were used to it, she wasn't. That is why maybe everyone was looking at her. She looked down at her desk as this was the only place she could dare look.
As time passed, she felt like she is converting into a complete 'Bangalan'. How can holding ears and standing have this effect on someone? It was like a process, a transformation process going on. Like her hands were some sort of an equipment that were converting her into a Bangalan by holding her ears. She had never felt the power of her ears so much. Her ears were small and insignificant, but now she was feeling their true power. When Rehana had made her hold her ears twice, the effect was not so much. She realized holding the ears as a punishment was completely different than just touching them to say sorry. When you are holding them as punishment, you have to tighten the grip on your ears from time to time as your fingers tend to slip off the ear lobes.
The Bengali period was the last period. The whole class was made to stand for a whole 45 minutes. The weather was hot and Dania had started sweating. The fan was good enough to keep the students cool, but after the punishment was given, her body had heated up more. The bell finally rung and students from other classes started coming out with bags loaded on their backs. As they passed the door and window of class 9 they looked in. None of the class 9 students dared move or leave their ears. They could only do it if the teacher asked them. They were left 5 minutes after the bell.
As Dania picked up her bag and walked out of the class she felt as if her transformation was complete. She was now a complete Bangali Murgi. Standing for 45 minutes holding your ears isn't something you would be made to do in Pakistan. After this I won't be accepted into the Pakistani society anymore. She could not walk straight. Her bottom felt funny. She went straight to her car and sat. This is the time she accepted the fact that she was a Bangali Murgi from now and this was her life from now on. She should embrace it. She should have this relationship with her ears now. She must not feel any embarrassment taking ear punishments anymore. But was it as simple as she thinks it is. She decided that she will now go to the house and say some word in Urdu, and before Rehana asks her to hold her ears and say sorry, she would do it on her own. In this way she could tell herself that she has accepted her Bengali-ness.
[Chapter three to follow]
Dania loved the house. There were many servants in the house, so she was not do any chores. This she could live with she told herself.
There was still one and a half month for the school to start, so the biggest concern for Rehana and Saleem was to get Dania the Bangladeshi nationality. And they also felt that since Dania will not be going to school for a while, they could arrange for her to learn Bengali language at home. Rehana was very determined to convert Dania into a complete Bengali as soon as possible. This is the only way she could forget Pakistan and her old parents. After one week of getting used to each other and surroundings, Dania was introduced to her Bengali tutor. She was teacher Salma.
Damn she looks strict. What is she going to do to me during lessons.
But to her surprise, teacher Salma was very sweet and taught very well. She didn't even scold, she acted like a friend. Rehana had asked teacher Salma to work on her spoken Bengali first, then after she had gotten good in spoken, she can work on reading and writing. Dania found it extremely easy, as many words matched with Urdu.
After 2 weeks, they showed her her Bangladeshi passport. When she saw it, she felt like a stamp of Bangali is posted on her buttocks, a stamp of being a Bangali Murgi. She was now a complete Bangali. Right after showing her the new passport, Rehana also passed a new rule in the house.
"No more Urdu or English in the house!"
"You must converse in pure Bengali from now on in the house as you are now a pure Bengali."
Dania had learned quite a bit of Bengali, but she was not well versed. She still struggled to make complete sentences.
I wonder what will be the offense for speaking in Urdu or English in the house? I hope it is not one of those ear punishments.
Dania broke the law 2 days later.
She was trying to say a sentence in her broken Bengali, when she accidentally uttered a word in Urdu.
"That is an Urdu word." Rehana said.
Dania looked in anticipation at Rehana's face. What will she make me do now? Make me murga for it?
After a long silence, Rehana finally said, "Apologize!"
Ohh, that is it. I thought I was in trouble.
"Sorry." Dania said in Bengali.
"Not like this. Hold your ears and say sorry." Rehana commanded.
So it is true, Bengali's love ears. This is it. My first ear punishment now.
"Should I stand up and hold my ears or I can say it while sitting only?" She inquired. Talking like this about ear holding seemed an embarrassment on its own.
"You can sit and hold your ears."
Dania took her hands and grabbed her ears without thinking much. Her ear lobes felt cold. "Sorry."
"Make sure whenever you say sorry you hold your ears too. Otherwise they are meaningless words. You have to show from your body language that you are sorry. And not just to me, but to everyone from now on. Being my daughter you are required to do this."
By the time Dania left her ears, her face had started coloring red. It wasn't so apparent because of her dark color. Her ears especially had gone red and from cold to hot.
Holding her ears made Dania fall deeper into the Bangali hole. She felt like another of her Pakistani part has been taken away. Now she can't even say sorry without holding her ears. Her body felt like a Bangali Murgi more than ever.
School was due to start tomorrow. She was to start her class 9. She was admitted in the Chittagong Grammar School, which was one of the best schools in the city. The uniform was red check kameez with red shalwar. The sleeves of the kameez had to be small, just the way she liked it.
When she wore the uniform in the morning, she felt even more Bangali. Wearing the uniform felt like a punishment in itself.
During breakfast, she uttered a word in English. For which she was made to hold her ears and say sorry again. In a span of 2 days, she had held her ears twice. In Pakistan, she had never held her ears.
"Next time I will punish you for this, sorry will not suffice anymore."
Great. That is just what I had to hear on my first day of school, when I am so anxious about punishments in school.
Dania had the urge to ask what sorts of punishments will Rehana subject her to, but didn't.
Her first day went pretty well. She made 2 friends. There were 16 girls and 14 boys in the class. She had been exempted from second language Bengali for the first term, but it was compulsory to take it in the second term to pass the class as she did not have a foreign passport anymore.
In the meanwhile, teacher Salma had started working on her written Bangla. Dania was really struggling in writing and reading as the alphabets were alien to her.
With the struggle, teacher Salma's attitude had begun to change, but she hadn't yet punished Dania in anyway, not even threatened.
After one week of schooling, the teachers in the school went into punishing mode. But it were the boys who were mostly punished. Just once the Algebra teacher made 2 girls stand holding their ears for talking in class. Girls were mostly just scolded and reprimanded.
Dania received her first punishment during the Bengali class in the third week. The Bengali teacher was not very strict, didn't scold or became angry, but punished a lot. In every class she made at least 2 students do uthak baithak 100 times for one reason or another. Making students stand holding their ears was her favorite. In the Bengali class, she commanded all the students to stand holding their ears, because they had forgotten to remind her of a certain topic. All the students stood, but Dania kept sitting as she was exempted from Bengali, and wasn't responsible for the mistake.
"You also stand and catch your ears. Join the class."
Dania did not have the guts to protest or say anything. She stood up and found it extremely difficult to hold her ears.
But i didn't do anything. Why am I punished?
She was standing and thinking, when the Bengali teacher said, "Clench your ears."
The 2 girls who were standing in front turned their necks to look at her. Dania felt it is even more humiliating to hold your ears and turn around. The 2 girls really made her uncomfortable, even though they were the ones who were holding their ears and Dania had not held her yet. So I will look just like them now.
Dania raised her gorgeous hands to grasp her small ears, as her heart beat got faster.
As her hands were going up to embrace her ears, a storm of thoughts rushed through her mind.
Who came up with this punishment?
What is the purpose of holding ears?
Why are ears so significant? Maybe they aren't, that is why holding them is a punishment?
What have ears got to do with anything?
Why is holding them so hard? I mean they are just a tiny part of the body.
Grabbing ears, so easy, yet so hard?
Her fingers finally met their destination. She had never felt more discomfort in her life.
I cannot stand like this for long.
Dania had no idea where to look. She felt like the whole class was looking at her. Looking at how stupid she looked holding her ears, even though they were also holding their ears. But she was a Pakistani and she was a new student in the school. They were used to it, she wasn't. That is why maybe everyone was looking at her. She looked down at her desk as this was the only place she could dare look.
As time passed, she felt like she is converting into a complete 'Bangalan'. How can holding ears and standing have this effect on someone? It was like a process, a transformation process going on. Like her hands were some sort of an equipment that were converting her into a Bangalan by holding her ears. She had never felt the power of her ears so much. Her ears were small and insignificant, but now she was feeling their true power. When Rehana had made her hold her ears twice, the effect was not so much. She realized holding the ears as a punishment was completely different than just touching them to say sorry. When you are holding them as punishment, you have to tighten the grip on your ears from time to time as your fingers tend to slip off the ear lobes.
The Bengali period was the last period. The whole class was made to stand for a whole 45 minutes. The weather was hot and Dania had started sweating. The fan was good enough to keep the students cool, but after the punishment was given, her body had heated up more. The bell finally rung and students from other classes started coming out with bags loaded on their backs. As they passed the door and window of class 9 they looked in. None of the class 9 students dared move or leave their ears. They could only do it if the teacher asked them. They were left 5 minutes after the bell.
As Dania picked up her bag and walked out of the class she felt as if her transformation was complete. She was now a complete Bangali Murgi. Standing for 45 minutes holding your ears isn't something you would be made to do in Pakistan. After this I won't be accepted into the Pakistani society anymore. She could not walk straight. Her bottom felt funny. She went straight to her car and sat. This is the time she accepted the fact that she was a Bangali Murgi from now and this was her life from now on. She should embrace it. She should have this relationship with her ears now. She must not feel any embarrassment taking ear punishments anymore. But was it as simple as she thinks it is. She decided that she will now go to the house and say some word in Urdu, and before Rehana asks her to hold her ears and say sorry, she would do it on her own. In this way she could tell herself that she has accepted her Bengali-ness.
[Chapter three to follow]
Sunday, 18 September 2016
The Bangali Murgi [Chapter One]
Dania could not believe her ears.
Rehana and Saleem stood at the door, with the court order in their hands.
Dania's parents had nothing to say. Dania was not sure whether to cry or run away. At the age of 15 she had found out that her parents were not her parents. Her parents were Rehana and Saleem, who lived in Bangladesh and now here they were with the court order to take Dania back in their custody.
The fact that Dania was a Bangladeshi and not a Pakistani was not sinking in her mind.
Rehana and Saleem had given away Dania to a Pakistani couple when she was only 3 months. Saleem and Rehana already had 3 daughters and they did not want a fourth, because they were extremely poor. They gave her away without any official documents of adoption to the couple who were visiting Bangladesh at that time. But now Rehana and Saleem had accumulated a lot of money and were now a well to do family in Chittagong, living in a posh area. They lost their 3 daughters in a car accident and now they wanted Dania back. They went to Pakistan, filed for custody, put grease money where they had to and got custody easily. Dania's unreal parents did not stand a chance against them as they weren't as rich as Saleem and Rehana now.
By law, Dania could not decide whether she wanted to stay or go as she was not yet 18. Only after 18 she would be able to come back to Pakistan to her unreal parents. But now she had to go with her biological parents within 15 days.
From a Pakistani to a Bangladeshi. Ughhhh!
Bangladeshis have always been looked down upon by Pakistanis. For 2 reasons, one because of their looks, they are dark and short. And second, because a lot of maids in Pakistan come from Bangladesh.
Dania was dark. But there was nothing Bangladeshi about her. She was gorgeous and tall.
The next 15 days went by with a lot of noise. She kept hearing things from her friends, neighbors, unreal cousins.
Isn't Bangladesh where maids come from.
Now all you will eat is rice.
Learn some Bengali and you will look like a great 'Bangalan'.
One thing I can tell you what about Bangladeshis, they give ear punishments a lot.
Eeewwww!
One of her friend pulled her by the ear just for fun, and Dania did not like it a bit.
My poor small ears. My innocent ears. Each time she thought about it, her ears felt funny.
Once her friend told her that the Molvi Sahab who came to teach her was from Bangladesh and he gave her a lot of ear punishments like uthak baithak and ear holding. To her brother he mostly gave murga punishment. Just imagine if in Pakistan they are doing this how much would they do it in Bangladesh. I am sure girls in Bangladesh schools are made murga.
I am sure they aren't, Dania replied. Dania was sure this was a little too extreme.
A very loathing and disgusting, but at the same time very intimate thought came to her mind. If she is made murga in Bangladesh, she will become a "Bangali Murgi". All her friends were teasing her of being a Bangalan, but now her mind was teasing her of being a Bangali murgi. Great!
Dania mostly wore cap-sleeves as she liked to expose her silky smooth arms. Now the idea of having these glorious arms holding her ears was a bit unsettling.
When it was her last day in Pakistan, she stood in front of the mirror just looking at herself. Looking at who she was. A Bangali. A strange thought came to her and she slowly raised her arms up and started reaching for her ears. Her fingers had not yet reached her ear lobes, when disgust, adrenaline and fear ran through her all at once. She stopped her hands just below the ears and put them down again. Her heart was beating fast. I will be made to do this in front of other people now, for a Bangali murgi that I am. I cannot even hold my ears in front of me, how can I do it in front of others, and let alone do uthak baithak holding them. Maybe after becoming a complete Bangali it wouldn't be a problem.
The thought of Bangali Murgi gave her another idea. She took off all her clothes and stood in front of the full body mirror. She looked at her body for a while. All this time I had thought this body is Pakistani, but now this body is Bangladeshi. A Bangali Murgi. What things will this body go through now? Please no murga, even uthak baithak and ear pulling sounds overwhelming.
She sat on the plane with her new parents and she wasn't sad but felt more insecure about the life that awaited her.
[Chapter two, coming soon]
Rehana and Saleem stood at the door, with the court order in their hands.
Dania's parents had nothing to say. Dania was not sure whether to cry or run away. At the age of 15 she had found out that her parents were not her parents. Her parents were Rehana and Saleem, who lived in Bangladesh and now here they were with the court order to take Dania back in their custody.
The fact that Dania was a Bangladeshi and not a Pakistani was not sinking in her mind.
Rehana and Saleem had given away Dania to a Pakistani couple when she was only 3 months. Saleem and Rehana already had 3 daughters and they did not want a fourth, because they were extremely poor. They gave her away without any official documents of adoption to the couple who were visiting Bangladesh at that time. But now Rehana and Saleem had accumulated a lot of money and were now a well to do family in Chittagong, living in a posh area. They lost their 3 daughters in a car accident and now they wanted Dania back. They went to Pakistan, filed for custody, put grease money where they had to and got custody easily. Dania's unreal parents did not stand a chance against them as they weren't as rich as Saleem and Rehana now.
By law, Dania could not decide whether she wanted to stay or go as she was not yet 18. Only after 18 she would be able to come back to Pakistan to her unreal parents. But now she had to go with her biological parents within 15 days.
From a Pakistani to a Bangladeshi. Ughhhh!
Bangladeshis have always been looked down upon by Pakistanis. For 2 reasons, one because of their looks, they are dark and short. And second, because a lot of maids in Pakistan come from Bangladesh.
Dania was dark. But there was nothing Bangladeshi about her. She was gorgeous and tall.
The next 15 days went by with a lot of noise. She kept hearing things from her friends, neighbors, unreal cousins.
Isn't Bangladesh where maids come from.
Now all you will eat is rice.
Learn some Bengali and you will look like a great 'Bangalan'.
One thing I can tell you what about Bangladeshis, they give ear punishments a lot.
Eeewwww!
One of her friend pulled her by the ear just for fun, and Dania did not like it a bit.
My poor small ears. My innocent ears. Each time she thought about it, her ears felt funny.
Once her friend told her that the Molvi Sahab who came to teach her was from Bangladesh and he gave her a lot of ear punishments like uthak baithak and ear holding. To her brother he mostly gave murga punishment. Just imagine if in Pakistan they are doing this how much would they do it in Bangladesh. I am sure girls in Bangladesh schools are made murga.
I am sure they aren't, Dania replied. Dania was sure this was a little too extreme.
A very loathing and disgusting, but at the same time very intimate thought came to her mind. If she is made murga in Bangladesh, she will become a "Bangali Murgi". All her friends were teasing her of being a Bangalan, but now her mind was teasing her of being a Bangali murgi. Great!
Dania mostly wore cap-sleeves as she liked to expose her silky smooth arms. Now the idea of having these glorious arms holding her ears was a bit unsettling.
When it was her last day in Pakistan, she stood in front of the mirror just looking at herself. Looking at who she was. A Bangali. A strange thought came to her and she slowly raised her arms up and started reaching for her ears. Her fingers had not yet reached her ear lobes, when disgust, adrenaline and fear ran through her all at once. She stopped her hands just below the ears and put them down again. Her heart was beating fast. I will be made to do this in front of other people now, for a Bangali murgi that I am. I cannot even hold my ears in front of me, how can I do it in front of others, and let alone do uthak baithak holding them. Maybe after becoming a complete Bangali it wouldn't be a problem.
The thought of Bangali Murgi gave her another idea. She took off all her clothes and stood in front of the full body mirror. She looked at her body for a while. All this time I had thought this body is Pakistani, but now this body is Bangladeshi. A Bangali Murgi. What things will this body go through now? Please no murga, even uthak baithak and ear pulling sounds overwhelming.
She sat on the plane with her new parents and she wasn't sad but felt more insecure about the life that awaited her.
[Chapter two, coming soon]
Wednesday, 14 September 2016
Chicken Meat
"Chalo Murga Banjao"
Kashish heard, but stood there like a fool watching his face.
"Did you not understand what I just said?"
Still she did not understand.
Although her mother had put many instructions into her ears before entering the Villa, which could be summarized into, "Do whatever the master tells you to do." But still she was surprised that why should be become murga. Before that she was doing everything the master had asked her to do. She had made a drink for the master, had prepared a Paan for him. She was here to learn singing from the master. When the master had entered in the room, she was sitting on the floor with her head dug into her legs.
The asked her name.
"I am Kashish. I have come to learn singing from you."
"Singing." The master had said that with so much disassociation that she felt he will never teach her.
Then he started giving her instructions to do things, which she did like a loyal servant.
But when came the order to become murga, she did not understand why?
Her mother stood on the other side of the latticed screen waiting in anticipation for Kashish to become murga. But Kashish just stood there. Either she did not understand or was feeling shameful.
Her mother knew becoming murga was nothing. The master makes girls do many other things.
"Oh God, what is this girl doing? Please give her some sense. Damn her shamefulness"
When Kashish stood there making sense of the situation, the master said, "Take off all your cothes."
Kashish understood in a second what was happening and what her mother had gotten her into.
She went into the corner and started undressing. She was a lovely view from the inside.
The master understood at once that this girl will do anything now. So he said again,
"Chalo Murga bano."
That glamorous pile of meat turned into chicken meat.
The master could not stop himself from masturbating.
Kashish heard, but stood there like a fool watching his face.
"Did you not understand what I just said?"
Still she did not understand.
Although her mother had put many instructions into her ears before entering the Villa, which could be summarized into, "Do whatever the master tells you to do." But still she was surprised that why should be become murga. Before that she was doing everything the master had asked her to do. She had made a drink for the master, had prepared a Paan for him. She was here to learn singing from the master. When the master had entered in the room, she was sitting on the floor with her head dug into her legs.
The asked her name.
"I am Kashish. I have come to learn singing from you."
"Singing." The master had said that with so much disassociation that she felt he will never teach her.
Then he started giving her instructions to do things, which she did like a loyal servant.
But when came the order to become murga, she did not understand why?
Her mother stood on the other side of the latticed screen waiting in anticipation for Kashish to become murga. But Kashish just stood there. Either she did not understand or was feeling shameful.
Her mother knew becoming murga was nothing. The master makes girls do many other things.
"Oh God, what is this girl doing? Please give her some sense. Damn her shamefulness"
When Kashish stood there making sense of the situation, the master said, "Take off all your cothes."
Kashish understood in a second what was happening and what her mother had gotten her into.
She went into the corner and started undressing. She was a lovely view from the inside.
The master understood at once that this girl will do anything now. So he said again,
"Chalo Murga bano."
That glamorous pile of meat turned into chicken meat.
The master could not stop himself from masturbating.
Wednesday, 31 August 2016
Back to the Future
Part 1
Ishika cried as she saw what had been completed.Three generations of her family had died tried to accomplish this task.
She had finally completed the time traveling machine.
Ishika and her team had sent a cat to the past. The cat had disappeared from the machine.
"I will make this journey now." Ishika told her team.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I will travel 10 years into the past, and help my father with making the machine. The past will change. Forever."
Many on Ishika's team were skeptical with this idea, nonetheless, they went ahead with it.
A huge event was called, media from all over the world came to witness. Scientists from all countries were very interested to see it.
On 15th July 2016, Ishika stepped into the machine in front of a huge crowd of spectators.
The machine started and Ishika started spinning.
The machine was set to take her to 15th July 2006.
She spun for around 5 minutes until she felt sick and almost fainted.
When she awoke, she was somewhere in a jungle.
What the hell? was the Science Center in the jungle ten years ago.
Then she checked her watch, which was supposed to tell her the time she was in. She checked it and almost fell on the ground. The watch said 15th July 3006.
What the fuck. how did this happen. What am I supposed to do now.
She was completely naked. Apparently, the time machine had transported her body only. she checked herself to make sure her complete body had come.
Then she started looking around. The area was not a complete jungle. there were areas of plains as well. she was not aware of any such landscapes in India.
Where am I?
Then she heard horses. They were coming from behind her. Just when she looked back, there was a woman standing behind her with a spear pointed at her neck.
"Yield?" She asked her.
"What?"
"Yield!" she yelled at her.
Ishika was confused. Then she raised her hands up to show the woman she meant no harm. The other woman was naked as well.
Woman: Strange. I said yield.
Ishika: What yield? I dont know what you mean. I am lost. Do you know what place is this?
woman: Lost ah.
Other women on horses reached them as well. They were all naked but were wearing some necklaces.
Woman 2: who do we have here? She is nice.
woman: She will not yield. should i kill her.
Ishika: I yield. please don't kill me.
After a long commotion, Ishika's hands were tied and she was taken to their village. The women did not tell her where she was and where they were taking her.
Two days later Ishika got to know everything. The year 3006 was a post apocalyptic era. World war three had been fought and humans had gone back to the stone ages. She was indeed in India, but a very different India. The village she was brought in was ruled a Female Ruler, who was no less than worshiped. The customs were very very strange and astonishing here. Ishika got to know that when the woman told her to yield, she meant her to become murga. Murga punishment was very common. The female ruler, Aok, loved making murga. Nobody could stand before her. They had to become murga as soon as they came in front of her. They could only stand when she allowed.
All females were remain to naked in the village.
There were very few men who were kept in cages. There were more than 100 women and just 15 men. Men were brought out chained to have sex with women whenever they wanted to make a women pregnant to reproduce. They did not use men for pleasure, only to reproduce. For pleasure, women had sex with each other.
There was Aok, who was their Goddess. Then came another tier of women, who ran things around the village, answerable only to Aok. Then there was the third tier, who were responsible for trade and running households. At the bottom of the Hierarchy were the women slaves. Ishika had been taken as a slave by one of the women in the third tier. The men were just like animals to them.
Along with Ishika there were 2 more slaves. Her master was Donika.
Ishika received her first punishment 3 days after she was abducted. Staying naked all the time was feeling very bizarre and having so many naked females around her was very queer as well. Ishika was chosen by Donika to give her pleasure that day.
Donika: You have seen how others do it. Now it is your chance. I will punish you if you fail to pleasure me. I also expect a bit of innovation from you as you are new.
Ishika had indeed seen other slaves pleasuring Donika, but she could not imagine herself doing it. Ishika had never had sex in her life, although she was 26. She was straight as an arrow and only had fantasies about men. Pleasuring a women was a big challenge for her.
The other slaves had warned her not to deny any order from Donika, otherwise she will face severe consequences, which will surely lead to death. So now she had to do things she had never done before and that too to a woman. She was already feeling repugnant.
Donika filled the chair, something that looked like a chair, with her naked body and looked at Ishika with anticipation.
Maybe I should go for the vagina with my mouth. Or should I go for the breast. Or her lips.
A crisp slap landed on her face.
Donika: What the fuck you are waiting for?
Ishika started the usual with oral sex she had seen other slaves doing. She did not know where to put her tongue.
Another slap landed on her face. She stopped.
Donika: You have learned nothing. I will punish you now for my pleasure. Become Murga now.
Ishika became murga for the first time in her life. She could have never imagined it. Her thighs felt intimate.
She was spanked with a stick, several times by Donika.
With each stroke she thought to herself what she had come to do and what she was being made to do.
To be continued...
Tuesday, 30 August 2016
The Kurshutras
Shivaji: The Kurshutras make their women murga.
Sehrish heard these words from Shivaji and did not know what to make of this.
Will I have to become murga for the rest of my life?
She remembered when she was made murga last and that was when she was 6 years old. After that it was considered inappropriate for girls to become murga. And now she is being told in the age of 22 that she will have to accept murga punishment for the rest of her life if her mother accepts the marriage proposal.
The Kurshutras were a wealthy and a powerful family in the whole district. Surely, Sehrish would spend her life in richness, but there was a catch.
Shivaji: Sometimes the head of the family gets so mad, that they assemble all women of their house in the hall and make them murga en masse. I have seen it myself. Their daughters even. The ones that are married too. I have even seen the friends of their daughters who are visiting them get punished. They spare no one.
Maa ji: So you mean to say that my daughter will have to face this issue, other than that there is no problem?
Sehrish did not say anything as it is considered unfitting for a girl to talk about marriage.
Shivaji: See maa ji, I haven't seen anything else. I do not know what other things they do to their women, but all I can say is that your daughter will wear finest clothes, heavy jewellery and spend her life in the most rich way.
Sehrish sat there silently, while her fate was being sealed. She imagined herself in a fine silk saree and gold necklaces and having being asked to become murga in that. The thought rattled her.
She had always dreamed of being married in a rich family and having a lot of servants to do her work. But now when the rich families proposal had come, she got to know that will have to become murga for the rest of her life.
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One year later Sehrish was married to Shah Kurhsutra.
she got her first murga punishment when she had gotten late for lunch.
She was made murga in the hall, alone. The humiliation was unbelievable. The hall was the center of the house and everyone came and went from here. Even outsiders were coming in the house for one business or the another. She realised her body had grown enormously since the last time she was punished murga. It was difficult to become murga in a larger body than a small one. And much more humiliating.
One week later naked murga punishments started as well. But to Sehrish's relief only in the bedroom. Her husband made her naked murga usually before having sex. One day she tried to be playful and said she doesn't want to be murga. her husband gave a spanking she never forgot.
Thursday, 25 August 2016
The North Remembers
Part 2
She did not like it. Not one bit. It was a stupid idea. She felt like ordering Kone to stop. But she didn't. She got another one.
She realized that Kone was not hitting her with his full force. He was hitting in a way that would produce a crisp sound but did not break any teeth and caused any bleeding.
She got another one.
How many more.
She kept receiving.
Can we just get on with some other punishment.
She recieved another. her cheeks had now gone red, and there were finger marks on them.
She had neverreceived slaps in her life. this made her feel even more submissive and down.
was this a bad idea.
"Come here, girl!" Kone had moved away and was now making himself a drink.
Lady Mormont went to him and stood. looking down and all submissive.
"Add water."
Lady Mormont added water into the drink Kone had made.
She was pulled by her ear immediately.
What the Hell was that. I could get used to it.
The sensation was liked by her instantly.
"That's too much. Don't you know how to make a drink silly girl."
lady mormont got her first scolding of her life and Kone seized her ear throughout the scolding. Lady Mormont enjoyed it thoroughly. Her ear lobes had gone red and her ear was now burning. All this was turning her on.
"Go and do the Hen pose in the corner."
Lady Mormont had no idea what was hen pose. After getting instructions, she understood and assumed the Hen pose. She got to know it was a customary punishment in Dorne. She found out it was sexy. Holding her ears was difficult though.
Tuesday, 23 August 2016
The North Remembers
Part 1
This story is inspired by Lady Mormont in Game of Thrones Season 6. Those who do not know her, please watch Game of Thrones season 6 and you will be able to enjoy this story.
After Lady Mormont had declared Jon Snow as the King in the North, she felt like she had just united the whole North again. She had that day realized her true power as the Lady of the House Mormont.
However, after few days, she saw a girl being scolded by her father, that created a strange feeling within her. She thought that she never had a childhood. Doing naughty things, getting into trouble, being scolded and punished by parents. She was thwarted into adulthood at the age of only 10. This feeling made her sad.
Until one day, she saw a Dornish man, practicing with a sword.
"Who are you?"
"My lady, I am Kone, of House Lighterport. I have come in the North to train as a Knight."
Lady Mormont found Kone to be very commanding and powerful man. She felt like she should act submissive in front of him. No other man had ever given her this feeling.
"I would like to meet in dinner tonight."
"It would be an honor, my lady," Kone bowed as he said. Lady Mormont did not like his bowing. she felt like she should bow down to him. Why aren't men from Bear Island like this?
During dinner, Lady Mormont acted as if Kone is the power figure here. Even the maester was surprised by her behavior.
Lady Mormont invited Kone to her room after dinner for a drink. Kone knew something was up. He obviously did not want to do a ten year old. But he was in her castle. He had to follow her orders.
But he had no idea what was coming to him.
"I never had a proper childhood, I want you to give it to me." Lady Mormont cut to the chase.
"What? You want me to adopt you or something?"
"No, I want to have an arrangement."
So it was settled. Lady Mormont and Kone agreed to have an arrangement where, every night, Kone would come to her room after dinner for 2 hours and act like an authoritative figure, like a one she never had. He would have complete authority to do anything with Lady Mormont inside the bedroom and Lady Mormont will obey his every command.
To be Continued............................................
Sunday, 21 August 2016
The Experiment- Phase 6
Kiran, Alina and Sumayya sat in a circle. Kiran had invited them over and now they were just sitting there for about 10 minutes without saying anything.
Sumayya was too embarrassed to talk about her murga punishment today. Today the English teacher had gone to an extreme. She had commanded 5 girls to become, Sumayya included. when the girls started leaving their places to come in front of the class, the teacher told them to stay in their places and become murgas standing on their chairs.
When Sumayya mounted her chair to become murga, she realised it was no less than a circus. she had to balance her murga position very carefully because falling over was quite possible. The most embarrassing part was that her buttocks could not be brought down because the backside of the chair. The girl had to keep their buttocks and thighs above the back side of the chair to stay on the chair.
Alina had gotten ear pulling, butt spanking, and one slap today.
Kiran as usual had enjoyed her day.
They had clearly worked out the experiment. They had no option but to get on with it.
"Whichever class gets the best results will tell them what is the best way to teach." said Kiran finally.
"Don't worry girls, my class will produce the best results, and next year they will apply these teaching methods in all classes."
"I wouldn't be so sure." Alina disagreed. "We are literally shaking when the Biology teachers walks in with her stick. No one dares to not study a chapter beforehand or score poorly in a test."
Sumayya remained silent.
"Now you are being pessimistic Alina. What about you Sumayya? What do you think?"
"Nobody like getting humiliated. They take tests every week. And if anyone gets below 13, out of 15, is made to do murga parade in the corridor."
Kiran had a faint smile on her face, but instantly felt guilty.
"They spank our class. If i show you my buttocks, it is completely red." Alina added.
"You girls have to ask all the girls in your class to perform poorly, this is the only way to get out. Just imagine next year, we all getting spanking or doing murga parade? You have to work this experiment."
"NO WAY!" Sumayya and Alina said together.
"Then I am afraid we all will be doing murga parade next year together. because I think Sumayya's class is going to win, what they are being made to is terrifying."
Little did they know what Kiran just said was going to be true. Sumayya's class had won the experiment. So Sumayya's class teaching methodolgy had been implemented througout the school.
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Next year, all 3 were finally in the same class. They did murga parade together, became murga in class.
The school it self had become a complete murga party. All girls were made to become murga in the assembly.
Sumayya was too embarrassed to talk about her murga punishment today. Today the English teacher had gone to an extreme. She had commanded 5 girls to become, Sumayya included. when the girls started leaving their places to come in front of the class, the teacher told them to stay in their places and become murgas standing on their chairs.
When Sumayya mounted her chair to become murga, she realised it was no less than a circus. she had to balance her murga position very carefully because falling over was quite possible. The most embarrassing part was that her buttocks could not be brought down because the backside of the chair. The girl had to keep their buttocks and thighs above the back side of the chair to stay on the chair.
Alina had gotten ear pulling, butt spanking, and one slap today.
Kiran as usual had enjoyed her day.
They had clearly worked out the experiment. They had no option but to get on with it.
"Whichever class gets the best results will tell them what is the best way to teach." said Kiran finally.
"Don't worry girls, my class will produce the best results, and next year they will apply these teaching methods in all classes."
"I wouldn't be so sure." Alina disagreed. "We are literally shaking when the Biology teachers walks in with her stick. No one dares to not study a chapter beforehand or score poorly in a test."
Sumayya remained silent.
"Now you are being pessimistic Alina. What about you Sumayya? What do you think?"
"Nobody like getting humiliated. They take tests every week. And if anyone gets below 13, out of 15, is made to do murga parade in the corridor."
Kiran had a faint smile on her face, but instantly felt guilty.
"They spank our class. If i show you my buttocks, it is completely red." Alina added.
"You girls have to ask all the girls in your class to perform poorly, this is the only way to get out. Just imagine next year, we all getting spanking or doing murga parade? You have to work this experiment."
"NO WAY!" Sumayya and Alina said together.
"Then I am afraid we all will be doing murga parade next year together. because I think Sumayya's class is going to win, what they are being made to is terrifying."
Little did they know what Kiran just said was going to be true. Sumayya's class had won the experiment. So Sumayya's class teaching methodolgy had been implemented througout the school.
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Next year, all 3 were finally in the same class. They did murga parade together, became murga in class.
The school it self had become a complete murga party. All girls were made to become murga in the assembly.
Friday, 19 August 2016
The Experiment- Phase 5
Alina was going through hell. Just as the maths teacher comes in the class, her ears start to feel funny. She could almost feel the maths teachers fingers on her ear, even though the maths teacher is teaching. Alina knows that anytime during the class she will be asked a question, which she will not be able to answer and her ear will get the treatment.
Her ear had formed a kind of a relationship with the fingers of the maths teacher, Sameen. Miss Sameen taught well, but was very strict. Alina was a complete duffer in maths, all the other girls were fine and were able to answer. But occasionally, Miss Sameen called 10-15 girls in front of the class for some reason or another and give them each 5 spanks on their buttocks with her scale, one by one.
One girl had managed to make a video of the spanking and uploaded it on Facebook. When Alina came across it, she could not believe, it was her buttocks which was being treated.
Her ear had formed a kind of a relationship with the fingers of the maths teacher, Sameen. Miss Sameen taught well, but was very strict. Alina was a complete duffer in maths, all the other girls were fine and were able to answer. But occasionally, Miss Sameen called 10-15 girls in front of the class for some reason or another and give them each 5 spanks on their buttocks with her scale, one by one.
One girl had managed to make a video of the spanking and uploaded it on Facebook. When Alina came across it, she could not believe, it was her buttocks which was being treated.
Thursday, 18 August 2016
The Experiment- Phase 4
Sumayya's boyfriend had finally given her a nickname. He gave her the name "Murgi" after he got to know the things Sumayya was made to do in school.
"How does it feel?" He asked Sumayya once.
"I feel very insignificant."
Sumayya was thinking that maybe her boyfriend enjoyed the idea of her girlfriend receiving murga punishment. That is why he must have given her that nickname.
The last time Sumayya was given the murga punishment was when she had tried to skip the warm ups because she had to go to the bathroom. She came late for the warm ups and the PE teacher(PET) became her biggest enemy.
Sumayya was made to stand aside from rest of the girls who were completing their warm ups. As she stood there waiting, a storm of thoughts went through her mind. She could not keep still. Her heart beat got faster. Her palms became sweaty. This would probably be the biggest punishment she has ever gotten in school, and the worst part was she would have to face it alone. There would certainly be a murga in it, along with uthak baithaks or something, she just could not think straight. She stood there in her scanty shorts and T-shirts, as if she had put on these clothes to get punished only.
Finally, the warm ups were over and the girls started playing. Then the PET started coming towards Sumayya. Sumayya felt as if she was naked standing there like this, at the mercy of the PET. She clenched her buttocks because her buttocks always felt strange during and after punishment.
"How dare you try to skip warm ups?" PET barked.
Sumayya knew she was not to answer. Otherwise that will result in her receiving a bigger punishment.
"Kaan pakar ke maafi maango!" PET commanded.
Sumayya was surprised at this, because this had never happened. Sumayya held her earlobes and said sorry.
"Keep standing like this and face the other way." Then PET went to the other girls.
Sumayya turned her back towards the playground.
Is this it? This cannot be it. She is playing with me. Holding ears and standing is nothing a punishment.
Sumayya kept standing holding her ears. Then she realized that she was standing right in front of a window of class 5. The girls inside the class were having there arts class, which meant she could talk and have fun in class. many girls were watching her and laughing. Sumayya kept her head down, ashamed. After 10 mitnutes of humiliation a girl from class 2 came to her from behind and said to her, "The PE teacher is telling you to become murga." She had a grin on her face which made Sumayya wish that an apocalypse happens right now. Sumayya turned her neck to confirm whether the order had rally came from the PE teacher or not. When she turned about 90 degrees, it got to now that holding your ears and turning your face sideways is even more humiliating for some reason. She could not see the PET from this angle so thought it was best to get into murga.
Sumayya hadn't felt so much repugnant all her life. Having to go in murga like after being told to do so my a class 2 student. she bent her legs slowly, brought her hands below her thighs and caught her ears to become a complete murga. she heard a loud roar from the class 5 window.
Bitches.
"Keep your buttocks up, the PET says." said the class 2 girl.
Sumayya brought her butt up. This was better than holding ears in front of juniors as her face was now hidden between her legs.
After a while, she heard a bark behind her butt, "What are you doing in the murga position, kisne kaha tmhe murga banne ko jo khulle uper kar ke mura bangae!"
What the hell.
It turned out that class 2 girl was just playing a prank on her.
"How does it feel?" He asked Sumayya once.
"I feel very insignificant."
Sumayya was thinking that maybe her boyfriend enjoyed the idea of her girlfriend receiving murga punishment. That is why he must have given her that nickname.
The last time Sumayya was given the murga punishment was when she had tried to skip the warm ups because she had to go to the bathroom. She came late for the warm ups and the PE teacher(PET) became her biggest enemy.
Sumayya was made to stand aside from rest of the girls who were completing their warm ups. As she stood there waiting, a storm of thoughts went through her mind. She could not keep still. Her heart beat got faster. Her palms became sweaty. This would probably be the biggest punishment she has ever gotten in school, and the worst part was she would have to face it alone. There would certainly be a murga in it, along with uthak baithaks or something, she just could not think straight. She stood there in her scanty shorts and T-shirts, as if she had put on these clothes to get punished only.
Finally, the warm ups were over and the girls started playing. Then the PET started coming towards Sumayya. Sumayya felt as if she was naked standing there like this, at the mercy of the PET. She clenched her buttocks because her buttocks always felt strange during and after punishment.
"How dare you try to skip warm ups?" PET barked.
Sumayya knew she was not to answer. Otherwise that will result in her receiving a bigger punishment.
"Kaan pakar ke maafi maango!" PET commanded.
Sumayya was surprised at this, because this had never happened. Sumayya held her earlobes and said sorry.
"Keep standing like this and face the other way." Then PET went to the other girls.
Sumayya turned her back towards the playground.
Is this it? This cannot be it. She is playing with me. Holding ears and standing is nothing a punishment.
Sumayya kept standing holding her ears. Then she realized that she was standing right in front of a window of class 5. The girls inside the class were having there arts class, which meant she could talk and have fun in class. many girls were watching her and laughing. Sumayya kept her head down, ashamed. After 10 mitnutes of humiliation a girl from class 2 came to her from behind and said to her, "The PE teacher is telling you to become murga." She had a grin on her face which made Sumayya wish that an apocalypse happens right now. Sumayya turned her neck to confirm whether the order had rally came from the PE teacher or not. When she turned about 90 degrees, it got to now that holding your ears and turning your face sideways is even more humiliating for some reason. She could not see the PET from this angle so thought it was best to get into murga.
Sumayya hadn't felt so much repugnant all her life. Having to go in murga like after being told to do so my a class 2 student. she bent her legs slowly, brought her hands below her thighs and caught her ears to become a complete murga. she heard a loud roar from the class 5 window.
Bitches.
"Keep your buttocks up, the PET says." said the class 2 girl.
Sumayya brought her butt up. This was better than holding ears in front of juniors as her face was now hidden between her legs.
After a while, she heard a bark behind her butt, "What are you doing in the murga position, kisne kaha tmhe murga banne ko jo khulle uper kar ke mura bangae!"
What the hell.
It turned out that class 2 girl was just playing a prank on her.
WHY GIRLS SHOULD RECEIVE MURGHA PUNISHMENT IN COLLEGES
I have spent 2 years in college and I have come to the view that girls in colleges should be made murga for offenses.
These are the following reasons for it:
1) College girls are usually very naughty and difficult to control.
I have seen that girls in colleges are always looking for naughty things to do. Like sneaking out of hostel at night, bunking classes, playing pranks on teachers, ragging their juniors etc.
the reason for this is because the penalties are not very severe. Just imagine if all the seniors who are caught ragging their juniors made murga in the college ground. Would there be ragging? If girls caught bunking are taken to their class and made to sit as murgas, will they ever bunk their classes again?
2) College girls will take murga punishment more seriously
This is the most important reason I have this belief. Usually only little girls, up to class 5 are given murga punishment, after that it is considered inappropriate to make girls murga. But little girls do not take it seriously. they laughingly complete their punishment without feeling a hint of shame. if a college girl is made murga, she will feel the shame and learn her lesson. Psychologically grown up girls are more suitable for murga than little girls.
3) Just imagine the sight of 20-25 college girls in murga pose.
this will surely serve as a deterrent for other girls to not make anymore nuisance.
4) Murga pose is very good for the brain
College is a place where students have to deal with a lot of pressure. So if their brain is functioning at optimum levels, they can deal with it better. So if college girls are made murgas for academic reasons, like not scoring well, or not meeting assignment deadline, they will do better. It is almost like helping the poor performing students so that their brains work well.
have i missed anything. do let me know in the comments.
These are the following reasons for it:
1) College girls are usually very naughty and difficult to control.
I have seen that girls in colleges are always looking for naughty things to do. Like sneaking out of hostel at night, bunking classes, playing pranks on teachers, ragging their juniors etc.
the reason for this is because the penalties are not very severe. Just imagine if all the seniors who are caught ragging their juniors made murga in the college ground. Would there be ragging? If girls caught bunking are taken to their class and made to sit as murgas, will they ever bunk their classes again?
2) College girls will take murga punishment more seriously
This is the most important reason I have this belief. Usually only little girls, up to class 5 are given murga punishment, after that it is considered inappropriate to make girls murga. But little girls do not take it seriously. they laughingly complete their punishment without feeling a hint of shame. if a college girl is made murga, she will feel the shame and learn her lesson. Psychologically grown up girls are more suitable for murga than little girls.
3) Just imagine the sight of 20-25 college girls in murga pose.
this will surely serve as a deterrent for other girls to not make anymore nuisance.
4) Murga pose is very good for the brain
College is a place where students have to deal with a lot of pressure. So if their brain is functioning at optimum levels, they can deal with it better. So if college girls are made murgas for academic reasons, like not scoring well, or not meeting assignment deadline, they will do better. It is almost like helping the poor performing students so that their brains work well.
have i missed anything. do let me know in the comments.
Wednesday, 17 August 2016
Murgha Punishment lasts one hour
Seemi was wondering how much longer it will be when they are asked to get up.
It had been 20 minutes since since Seemi along with all the girls of her class had been made murgha in the assembly.
The assembly was almost over and it was now time for the national anthem. Surely they must be made to stand for the national anthem.
But they weren't.
when the anthem started, they did not sing.
"Why aren't you singing!" shouted their punisher.
They sang the national anthem in murgha pose.
everybody left, but Seemi class line remained where it was, in the murgha.
Their punishment lasted one hour.
It had been 20 minutes since since Seemi along with all the girls of her class had been made murgha in the assembly.
The assembly was almost over and it was now time for the national anthem. Surely they must be made to stand for the national anthem.
But they weren't.
when the anthem started, they did not sing.
"Why aren't you singing!" shouted their punisher.
They sang the national anthem in murgha pose.
everybody left, but Seemi class line remained where it was, in the murgha.
Their punishment lasted one hour.
Saturday, 6 August 2016
The Experiment- Phase 3
The Hell breaks loose
after one week of easiness, the experiment has started full on. Sumayya had been receiving Murgha punishment daily by her teachers. Alina has received caning on her buttocks, on her palms, thighs and also had received face slaps. ear twisting was also common. Kiran however was having much fun. she never thought that studying here could be so much fun.Sumayya was too embarrassed to talk about her experiences. She did not understand how she was being treated ij this way from the same teachers which were treating Kiran so nicely.
Sumayya's class was once made to do murgha parade in the school ground. all the school was watching. all the juniors. the murgha parade lasted 1 hour. after that the girls were on the brink of fainting.
Alina was being ear pulled daily by the maths teacher. She would call Alina, take her ear and give it a good twist and a pull. Alina would cringe in pain and other girls would see in amusement.
All 3 suspected that something was wrong. Alina assured them that this had never happened in this school and she was surprised why this was happening.
Sunday, 3 July 2016
The Experiment- Phase 1
The Heroines
Our heroines are 3 best friends. Actually 2 best friends and one friend who became their friend later on.Kiran and Sumayya are best friends from childhood since they are cousins as well. Luckily for them their families moved to Islamabad together from Lahore, to DHA, a posh area in Islamabad city.
There they met Alina and their friendship turned into a well enjoyed threesome.
The Boyfriends
Since Alina lived on that area for quite some time she introduced Sumayya and Kiran to some boys and Kiran and Sumayya got themselves bfs as well. Alina already had one.Kiran's bf called her "my cupcake". Kiran loved her nickname and she used to prefer her bf calling her cupcake rather than Kiran.
Alina's bf called her baby or babe.
Sumayya's bf called her by name as he could not come up with a nickname yet, but that was okay for Sumayya, as everyone agreed that Sumayya and her bf's couple are the most romantic of the three.
The School
Kiran and Sumayya got admission into the same school as Alina's, Forrest High School. Although Kiran did not want to get into an all girls school, Alina assured them that this was the coolest school in Pakistan to be in for any girl. It was a school where girls from very rich families came. They were all in class 9, and when they were interviewed they requested to be in the same class as Alina's. To Sumayya's and Kiran's great surprise, the tests that they took were very general, like IQ test and personality test. in the interview they asked about their co-curricular and extra curricular activity. The the new year was starting within 2 weeks. until then Alina told them all about the school. About the events, the type of girls and friends she had, the teachers, the subjects and the sports. Sumayya and Kiran were shocked to hear that girls in Forrest High are supposed to wear shorts during the PE period and sporting events. Sumayya and Kiran had never worn shorts before, not even in their homes. And when Alina showed them her shorts, Sumayya and Kiran were shocked even more. The short was very small, tiny. it was just enough to cover Alina's buttocks.The Uniform
When Sumayya and Kiran told their parents about it they were also surprised. But when they found out that girls are supposed to change into those clothes in school only and before leaving school they had to change back, they were okay since it was an all girl school. They went with Alina to buy the school uniform. The normal uniform was Shalwar Kameez, much to the comfort of Sumayya and Kiran's. The Kameez was a light brown and the shalwar white. For the sports dress, there was a T-shirt and a short, both light brown like the Kameez. Sumayya and Kiran had thought that Alina had gotten a tiny short because she was a little slutty and they would get themselves longer shorts, which reach at least the knees. But when they asked the shopkeeper for shorts, he gave them the most little ones."We want longer ones." Sumayya said.
"These are standard Forrest High. if i give you longer the waist will be loose."
Sumayya was dumbstruck. The shorts had elastic around the waist, you cannot even tighten it, so waist was the only measure. Kiran went to try the shorts in the trial room and came out, "the waist is a little loose, isn't there a way to tighten it?"
the shopkeeper said no. she must get another smaller waist shorts. that meant the shorter length as well. Kiran was uneasy hearing this as the one she had tried was already very small. When she tried the smaller waist, the short was very scanty. it was very tight and barely reaching the division between her butt and thighs. When she turned around to see in the mirror she could see her butt cleavage so apparent. Alina told Kiran to buy it as she must not wear a loose waist as the shorts become a nuisance in the PE classes and while playing sports.
Luckily for Sumayya she got shorts whose length was at least 2 inches below the butt and was a little loose as well and the waist was perfect. But still Kiran and Sumayya, both were equally uncomfortable with this whole shorts thing.
The First Day
Sumayya and Kiran reported to the Headmistress Office as they were not supposed to attend the assembly as they hadn't been assigned a section yet. There were 3 sections of the same class, A, B, C. Alina was in C, and Sumayya and Kiran knew they would be in section C of class 9 as they had requested for it."Sumayya you're in 9A and Kiran you are in 9B." Headmistress told them.
"But we wanted to be in 9C." both said in unison.
"You don't get to pick, we have to keep the classes balanced." that was that. Sumayya and Kiran made their way to their classes disappointed.
Little did they know that they were not the only ones who had their sections changed.
The Experiment
The owners of Forrest High were involved in a lot of debate recently with other educationalists. The debate had been as to what was the best method of teaching.Some thought motivational and friendly method, in which students are encouraged to participate, from their own opinions and tests and homework are of little importance, and the teaching would involve a lot of class activities rather than lectures.
Some thought physical punishments like uthak baithak, murgha, kneeling down, ear holding punishments which caused humiliation and pain at the same time, these were the best methods to push students and make them work harder.
And some thought beating was the best. this instilled fear in students and students wok hardest when beaten. this was also a quicker way to discipline.
The owners of Forrest High, a husband and a wife, considered themselves to be very experiential. so they decided to do a experiment on the students of their school . they choose class 9 and decided to implement each of the 3 school of thoughts on each section. one section would be beaten. one section would be punished physically (without beating) and one section would be encouraged in a conducive learning environment, without even a hint of strictness. this method was more closer to the Forrest High's teaching methods but this time they were taking it to a whole new level. the experiment was only being done on the 3 sections on class 9, other classes were to follow the usual teaching method.
All arrangements were made. Teachers were trained. And to take care of the parents of those students who will be beaten and physically punished, they got an undertaking signed from them that they will either trust the teaching methods of Forrest High completely, or get their girl withdrawn from school. Complaints will not be allowed. The owners expected a lot of complaints from parents as these were people from rich families and they won't accept their girl being punished like this. So now they expected a lot of girls leaving the school, but they would gladly accept the cost of the experiment. No student or parent were to know that they were a part of an experiment as this could hamper results. If the students knew that they were a part of an experiment, the students who were being treated strictly, would perform poorer on cause so that the strict teaching methods are proved to be ineffective.
All 3 sections had 20-25 girls each. And they divided the girls in the most fair way as possible. They had made sure that there were equal number of nerds, poor performers, sporty girls etc in each class. A very difficult task but they had done to the extent as they thought was right. So many girls had their sections changed depending on their report cards and the tests in case of new admissions.
Wednesday, 15 June 2016
Sweatpants
After becoming murgha 11 times in the last month, Saba was feeling very comfortable in the murgha pose with sweatpants on. the last 11 times she was made murgha by her tuition teacher, she was wearing either jeans, shalwar or tights, which made it very difficult.
Saba is 22 years old, but she is punished often by her tuition teacher who comes to teach her Calculus, a course she had failed 2 times in her university, at her home. they both go to Saba's room and then Saba gets her lessons. the tuition teacher had looked very sweet and had a good attitude, but when it came to assignments, she was never easy on Saba. She used to make her murgha whenever Saba failed to do her assignment or did some silly mistakes in calculations. Saba was prone to make silly mistakes, so she got punishments regularly.
When Saba was resistant to becoming murgha the first time, the tuition teacher had pulled her ear and said
Teacher: is any age too old to be a student?
Saba: No
Teacher: So how is becoming murgha too old for you?
Saba: its inappropriate for girls.
Teacher: Either become a murgha, or i will take you out with your ear in my hand and tell your parents you are not listening to me.
that settled that. Saba became murgha.
After her 11 murgha therapies, Saba had realized that becoming murgha in Shalwar was the worst. She wore shalwars with a lot of gear, it tangled with the hands and the cloth also came unto the face. Also, when she looked back in the murgha position, the shape of the edge of her buttocks looked really ugly, with the shalwar rucked at her butt. she didnt like it, she felt the rucked clothing on her buttocks is making the punishment even more embarrassing as she looked ugly. 2 other times she was made murgha in shalwar.
Jeans was much better, it made going down and reaching for the ears easier. The view of her buttocks from down there was much much better. the shape of the buttocks showing and no rucked clothing. She realized becoming murgha in jeans is better than Shalwar. But jeans was tighter, and her thighs felt cramped. This made the pain in the legs become more worse. it felt less embarrassing to be a murghi in jeans but was more painful.
One day she was wearing tights. When she was punished, her buttocks looked great, but it was not easy reaching for the ears. the thighs felt okay as the tights were stretchable, but it was causing a problem from the knees and calves. she should have pulled up her tights from her calves a little, that would have made it easier she guessed. She thought maybe she should do it, get up and pull up her tights a little. But then she thought it would look really stupid in front of the teacher, pulling up tights so that she could become murghi better. How ugly was that Idea. So she remained a murghi quietly in her discomfort. Up til now she had been made murgha in these 3 things.
Today she was wearing sweatpants. she had not changed after coming back from the volleyball game. When the tuition teacher ordered, "chalo, kaan pakro murgha bano", Saba went into the posture very easily. as easy as breeze. reaching her ears had never been easier. her buttocks looked great as well from down there. not as good as tights buttocks, but certainly better than jeans and shalwar buttocks. She felt as if she wasn't wearing anything as the sweatpants did not have any weight and were really stretchable and loosely fit. She bet she looked sexier as well as murgha in sweatpants. her sweatpants was light gray, with 2 black lines from the waist till the bottom of the leg. She thought maybe the tuition teacher might be turned on to look at her. the thought made her whole body wriggle. She was feeling so great as a murghi in sweatpants that she thought she could do it whole day. Her body pained less as it had become stronger after all those murgha sessions. She was feeling glorious as a murghi. it was strange feeling but she was. She felt like a real murghi. All her embarrassment, pain, and discomfort had disappeared. She felt like she would do buck buck bakaak and even lay an egg.
Then suddenly she came out of her dreamland when there was a knock on the door. It was her older sister. She had come to give the tuition teacher a cup of tea. No one had ever seen Saba as a murghi.
"Ohh, Murgha banaya hai aapne isse." said she, with an amusing voice.
Saba felt shattered, and all that embarrassment, pain and discomfort of being a murghi came back. By the time she would get up all her family would know. her younger sister is going to make a hell lot of fun of her.
Saba is 22 years old, but she is punished often by her tuition teacher who comes to teach her Calculus, a course she had failed 2 times in her university, at her home. they both go to Saba's room and then Saba gets her lessons. the tuition teacher had looked very sweet and had a good attitude, but when it came to assignments, she was never easy on Saba. She used to make her murgha whenever Saba failed to do her assignment or did some silly mistakes in calculations. Saba was prone to make silly mistakes, so she got punishments regularly.
When Saba was resistant to becoming murgha the first time, the tuition teacher had pulled her ear and said
Teacher: is any age too old to be a student?
Saba: No
Teacher: So how is becoming murgha too old for you?
Saba: its inappropriate for girls.
Teacher: Either become a murgha, or i will take you out with your ear in my hand and tell your parents you are not listening to me.
that settled that. Saba became murgha.
After her 11 murgha therapies, Saba had realized that becoming murgha in Shalwar was the worst. She wore shalwars with a lot of gear, it tangled with the hands and the cloth also came unto the face. Also, when she looked back in the murgha position, the shape of the edge of her buttocks looked really ugly, with the shalwar rucked at her butt. she didnt like it, she felt the rucked clothing on her buttocks is making the punishment even more embarrassing as she looked ugly. 2 other times she was made murgha in shalwar.
Jeans was much better, it made going down and reaching for the ears easier. The view of her buttocks from down there was much much better. the shape of the buttocks showing and no rucked clothing. She realized becoming murgha in jeans is better than Shalwar. But jeans was tighter, and her thighs felt cramped. This made the pain in the legs become more worse. it felt less embarrassing to be a murghi in jeans but was more painful.
One day she was wearing tights. When she was punished, her buttocks looked great, but it was not easy reaching for the ears. the thighs felt okay as the tights were stretchable, but it was causing a problem from the knees and calves. she should have pulled up her tights from her calves a little, that would have made it easier she guessed. She thought maybe she should do it, get up and pull up her tights a little. But then she thought it would look really stupid in front of the teacher, pulling up tights so that she could become murghi better. How ugly was that Idea. So she remained a murghi quietly in her discomfort. Up til now she had been made murgha in these 3 things.
Today she was wearing sweatpants. she had not changed after coming back from the volleyball game. When the tuition teacher ordered, "chalo, kaan pakro murgha bano", Saba went into the posture very easily. as easy as breeze. reaching her ears had never been easier. her buttocks looked great as well from down there. not as good as tights buttocks, but certainly better than jeans and shalwar buttocks. She felt as if she wasn't wearing anything as the sweatpants did not have any weight and were really stretchable and loosely fit. She bet she looked sexier as well as murgha in sweatpants. her sweatpants was light gray, with 2 black lines from the waist till the bottom of the leg. She thought maybe the tuition teacher might be turned on to look at her. the thought made her whole body wriggle. She was feeling so great as a murghi in sweatpants that she thought she could do it whole day. Her body pained less as it had become stronger after all those murgha sessions. She was feeling glorious as a murghi. it was strange feeling but she was. She felt like a real murghi. All her embarrassment, pain, and discomfort had disappeared. She felt like she would do buck buck bakaak and even lay an egg.
Then suddenly she came out of her dreamland when there was a knock on the door. It was her older sister. She had come to give the tuition teacher a cup of tea. No one had ever seen Saba as a murghi.
"Ohh, Murgha banaya hai aapne isse." said she, with an amusing voice.
Saba felt shattered, and all that embarrassment, pain and discomfort of being a murghi came back. By the time she would get up all her family would know. her younger sister is going to make a hell lot of fun of her.
Monday, 13 June 2016
At the Age of 16!
Sohni came back from school and laid down on the sofa of her living room. Her whole body was aching and she felt like her legs are breakng apart.
"What happened dear?" Mom asked.
"My whole class was taken to the playground and made murga. for the whole Physics period. my body is breaking."
"For the whole period! how long is a period of yours?" Mom was a little shocked to hear this.
"45 mintutes."
"Oh! poor child."
"Why did DBS had to stop at class nine! i wish i was back there." Sohni sighed.
Sohni had been in DBS since her kindergarten. Her family was Pakistani, but had always lived in Dubai since her parents got married. DBS was a good school but it did not provide O'level classes. So students had to leave after class 9 and find another school for doing O'levels.
So her parents got her admitted in PMD school which had O and A levels. it was a school for Pakistanis girls only. Sohni did not want to go in a all girls school but her parents were insistent that she gives Urdu paper as well and since that school was A'levels also, she would not have to go through the hassle of taking admission.
When Sohni started going there, it was a completely different environment. it was a complete Pakistani environment, where people usually spoke Urdu. The worst part was girls were made murga in the school. Girls of age between 16-19. First Sohni was not very alarmed to see other girls being made murga. but when she told her parents about this, they were surprised, because they knew that girls of such age are not punished like this, not even in Pakistan. But there was no question of leaving the school, Sohni had to spend 4 years in this school now, 2 years for O'levels and 2 years for A'levels.
"I'm never going to this school." said Maya, her younger sister. Maya said in her red skirt and white shirt, which was her school uniform. she also went to DBS since her kindergarten. "and besides, i like wearing skirts, im not going to wear shalwar kameez."
Maya was in class 8. she had one more year before she left DBS.
"We will see dear, we will find another school for you."
"Why does she have to go to another school and i have to go to this school where they humiliate students like this." said Sohni.
Her Mom had no answer.
Sohni often talked to her younger sister about the punishments she got. in fact, on the dinner table she used to narrate to her entire family whenever the P.E. teacher made her murga, when the maths teacher made her murga, when the chemistry teacher made her murga.
it was strange for her family that their daughter was facing this situation in the age of 16. they tried to be supportive and never made any funny remarks or made fun of her.
"What happened dear?" Mom asked.
"My whole class was taken to the playground and made murga. for the whole Physics period. my body is breaking."
"For the whole period! how long is a period of yours?" Mom was a little shocked to hear this.
"45 mintutes."
"Oh! poor child."
"Why did DBS had to stop at class nine! i wish i was back there." Sohni sighed.
Sohni had been in DBS since her kindergarten. Her family was Pakistani, but had always lived in Dubai since her parents got married. DBS was a good school but it did not provide O'level classes. So students had to leave after class 9 and find another school for doing O'levels.
So her parents got her admitted in PMD school which had O and A levels. it was a school for Pakistanis girls only. Sohni did not want to go in a all girls school but her parents were insistent that she gives Urdu paper as well and since that school was A'levels also, she would not have to go through the hassle of taking admission.
When Sohni started going there, it was a completely different environment. it was a complete Pakistani environment, where people usually spoke Urdu. The worst part was girls were made murga in the school. Girls of age between 16-19. First Sohni was not very alarmed to see other girls being made murga. but when she told her parents about this, they were surprised, because they knew that girls of such age are not punished like this, not even in Pakistan. But there was no question of leaving the school, Sohni had to spend 4 years in this school now, 2 years for O'levels and 2 years for A'levels.
"I'm never going to this school." said Maya, her younger sister. Maya said in her red skirt and white shirt, which was her school uniform. she also went to DBS since her kindergarten. "and besides, i like wearing skirts, im not going to wear shalwar kameez."
Maya was in class 8. she had one more year before she left DBS.
"We will see dear, we will find another school for you."
"Why does she have to go to another school and i have to go to this school where they humiliate students like this." said Sohni.
Her Mom had no answer.
Sohni often talked to her younger sister about the punishments she got. in fact, on the dinner table she used to narrate to her entire family whenever the P.E. teacher made her murga, when the maths teacher made her murga, when the chemistry teacher made her murga.
it was strange for her family that their daughter was facing this situation in the age of 16. they tried to be supportive and never made any funny remarks or made fun of her.
Friday, 10 June 2016
Standing outside class
Neha was made to stand outside class holding her ears along with 2 other girls. her side of the elbow was touching the girl's beside her.
Thursday, 9 June 2016
The Way Things are
i try to grip my ears a little more tighter. that's the thing about murgha punishment, your grip on your earlobes tends to get loose time and time again. i would know, after all i am receiving this punishment for 22 years of my life. This time i am punished for no reason at all. but i gladly became a murgha when my grandmother (dadi) told me to become murgha. she is getting old and i understand she feels very lonely in her room. She used to punish me when i did something naughty when i was younger. she used to pull me by the ear and bring me to her room. after some scolding and slaps, i used to stand as a murghi for as long as my grandmother liked. Sometimes my mother used to come and plead to grandmother,
"kab se murgha baani vi hai ye, ab tou khatam krden iski saza."
sometimes my father used to come and intervene,
"itni dair se murgha banaya wa hai aapne Sara ko, please khara krden."
many times the pleading worked, but sometimes it didn't and the murgha punishment seemed to go on for eternity. After i turned 16, murgha punishment stopped, as i had grown older and had stopped doing naughty stuff. Although i did get scoldings time and again. Then however, as i turned 19, one day dadi called me in her room and said murgha bano.
"Par kio? kia kia mene?"
"Kuch nahi, bas mujhe wo waqt yaad araha hai jb tm mere kamre mein murga banti thi."
"Par ab mein baari hogae hun, is tarah se murgha banna sahi nhi mere liye."
After i said that, i noticed a very lonely look in my dadi's eyes. she was feeling lonely.
she had been a very stern and strict dadi, but now she had no one to discipline.
there and then i decided that i will be her good grand daughter.
in her last days of her life i will support her in her loneliness. if that meant becoming murgha in her room, then murgha i will become.
So i became murgha right in front of her. she sat on the single sofa of her room and i a stood as a murgha in front of her. i knew this gave her a good sense of the old days. i also got a sense of the old days but they were more peculiar as i noticed my body had become bigger. so for a the past 3 years it had become a custom for me, going to my dadi's room at 10 pm after dinner to become a murgha and give her the company of a good granddaughter. I assume this will go on till i am married. that will probably happen after 3 years.
"kab se murgha baani vi hai ye, ab tou khatam krden iski saza."
sometimes my father used to come and intervene,
"itni dair se murgha banaya wa hai aapne Sara ko, please khara krden."
many times the pleading worked, but sometimes it didn't and the murgha punishment seemed to go on for eternity. After i turned 16, murgha punishment stopped, as i had grown older and had stopped doing naughty stuff. Although i did get scoldings time and again. Then however, as i turned 19, one day dadi called me in her room and said murgha bano.
"Par kio? kia kia mene?"
"Kuch nahi, bas mujhe wo waqt yaad araha hai jb tm mere kamre mein murga banti thi."
"Par ab mein baari hogae hun, is tarah se murgha banna sahi nhi mere liye."
After i said that, i noticed a very lonely look in my dadi's eyes. she was feeling lonely.
she had been a very stern and strict dadi, but now she had no one to discipline.
there and then i decided that i will be her good grand daughter.
in her last days of her life i will support her in her loneliness. if that meant becoming murgha in her room, then murgha i will become.
So i became murgha right in front of her. she sat on the single sofa of her room and i a stood as a murgha in front of her. i knew this gave her a good sense of the old days. i also got a sense of the old days but they were more peculiar as i noticed my body had become bigger. so for a the past 3 years it had become a custom for me, going to my dadi's room at 10 pm after dinner to become a murgha and give her the company of a good granddaughter. I assume this will go on till i am married. that will probably happen after 3 years.
Tuesday, 26 April 2016
Kaan Pakro!
Kaaaaan Pakro! Kaaaan-e dhuru!
She could not believe the teacher was telling her to do this.
she is the coolest bitch in the college. how could the teacher ask her to do this.
Kaaaaaan Pakro. chalo. forun!
there was utter disgust in the way the teacher was emphasizing Kaan. it was making her feel most uncomfy. about two dozen eyes were onto her.
slowly and gradually she lifted her hands. then she thought what the hell she was doing. she let her hands down again halfway to her ears.
KAAAAN PAKROOO!!!
when the order came more severely, her hands moved again, slowly still, but went up all the the way this time. when her fingertips touched her ear lobes, she couldn't hold them. the ear lobes felt very cold, the sensation made her really really uncomfortable. she hadn't felt so much uncomfortable, even when her mother had pulled her ears to scold her. she let down her hands again.
Kaan pakar rahi ho class k samne ya principal k office mein murgha banna hai. pichle hafte hi do larkia murgha bani hai wahan. akhiri baar kehri ho, kaan e dhuru, wrna murga banai debo principal k office mein, AIK DUM MURGHA!!
this really frightened her. she didnt knew what to do. would it be good to hold her ears in front of all her classmates, or go to the principals office and become murgha in front of the principal alone? well, her classmates already knew about it, so her image would be shattered anyway. so she thought it would be good to hold her ears. then she finally seized her ears. it felt strange. she felt shame in all her body, especially her buttocks. after a while she felt as if she was naked.
she had to hold her ears for a good part of the whole session of mathematics.
She could not believe the teacher was telling her to do this.
she is the coolest bitch in the college. how could the teacher ask her to do this.
Kaaaaaan Pakro. chalo. forun!
there was utter disgust in the way the teacher was emphasizing Kaan. it was making her feel most uncomfy. about two dozen eyes were onto her.
slowly and gradually she lifted her hands. then she thought what the hell she was doing. she let her hands down again halfway to her ears.
KAAAAN PAKROOO!!!
when the order came more severely, her hands moved again, slowly still, but went up all the the way this time. when her fingertips touched her ear lobes, she couldn't hold them. the ear lobes felt very cold, the sensation made her really really uncomfortable. she hadn't felt so much uncomfortable, even when her mother had pulled her ears to scold her. she let down her hands again.
Kaan pakar rahi ho class k samne ya principal k office mein murgha banna hai. pichle hafte hi do larkia murgha bani hai wahan. akhiri baar kehri ho, kaan e dhuru, wrna murga banai debo principal k office mein, AIK DUM MURGHA!!
this really frightened her. she didnt knew what to do. would it be good to hold her ears in front of all her classmates, or go to the principals office and become murgha in front of the principal alone? well, her classmates already knew about it, so her image would be shattered anyway. so she thought it would be good to hold her ears. then she finally seized her ears. it felt strange. she felt shame in all her body, especially her buttocks. after a while she felt as if she was naked.
she had to hold her ears for a good part of the whole session of mathematics.
Thursday, 25 February 2016
Murga Culture
"who would like to see Dadi's dance, hahahaha!"
i said jokingly, as evryone was joking around then.
Dadi gave me a look which is all too familiar.
to save my face i thought it was better to become murga myself.
i stood up nd became murga. i should have fixed my clothes. my ass felt tight because of my panty and shalwar. then i realised everyone was not familiar with this. and a girl 20 years of age becoming murga was not a good idea.
"its ok sit." said dadi
i said jokingly, as evryone was joking around then.
Dadi gave me a look which is all too familiar.
to save my face i thought it was better to become murga myself.
i stood up nd became murga. i should have fixed my clothes. my ass felt tight because of my panty and shalwar. then i realised everyone was not familiar with this. and a girl 20 years of age becoming murga was not a good idea.
"its ok sit." said dadi
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