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.

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.

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.

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.