The Shanthi Girls High School was more of a college than a high school since most of the students were at least 18 years old. This school catered to all those girls who were weak in studies due to laziness, low grasping and retention power, missing school due to unexpected circumstances etc. Now, Sahithi belonged to the last category as she had lost two precious years due to the death of her family, having been kept away from school by her scheming relatives. She was brought here to continue her education since it couldn’t be avoided any more.
As Sahithi walked along the corridors, she felt fear pervade her bones. There was something grotesque about the place; the chilly corridors, the bare walls devoid of any paintings one would see in a school it was uninviting for a prospective student. Each turn in the corridor was marked by an arch held together by two stone sentries that looked like gods with their well-sculpted bodies and scanty clothes.
The Sign board Arnold M Drekker, Principal, hung proudly from the twin nails that looked suspiciously like b*****s. The door was so heavy it required a strong man to open it. Two attenders in white uniform sat on either side of the door. One of them sprang up as Sahithi and her uncle drew close to the principal’s chamber.
“We are here to join my ward in this school.”
“Write your name on this paper.” The attendant said handing a note pad to the man. He took the note inside and returned after a few moments. “Please wait. Sir will see you in a few minutes.” As they waited, Sahithi observed that the walls here had paintings that depicted the greatness of men. There were a few quotes on the importance of education and the importance of discipline. The door opened and a girl came out crying, Sahithi staring at her, wondering what had happened. “She got what she deserved.” Her uncle remarked. “No need to look so puzzled.” Sahithi now wondered what the true intent of her uncle was; she already knew it would be something not good for her. The bell rang putting an end to her thoughts. The first attendant ushered both of them into the principal’s office and closed the door.
“Good Morning Mr. Drekker.” The man named Drekker looked up. He was a man of 40 years, well built, with a clean shaven face, a handle bar moustache, thick eyebrows, looking so serious as if he had some axe to grind with everyone. He gave an aura of absolute authority; an air of someone in complete control of everything. He was obviously not a man to be offended.
“Good Morning. Please.” He indicated the lone chair in front of him in which her uncle sat. The student/s would be standing obviously. “Yes?”
“I am M. A. Aditya, legal guardian of my brother-in-law’s daughter here.” He indicated Sahithi. “She was orphaned in a road accident two years ago. You must have read about the ORR tragedy.”
“Ah, yes of course!” the principal replied. “It was a very sad affair. So, she is the sole heir to the property.”
“Yes. We need to get her educated so that she can inherit the property. There is an education fund that has been set aside for the purpose, so expense is not an issue. I only request that you give her the education she needs.”
“That is what we are here for, Mr. Aditya. I hope you have read our rules?”
“Yes. She is a bit stubborn at times....”
“Nothing we can’t handle.” He picked up the intercom and dialled a number. “I am sending a new student with Ramesh. Take her in.” He rang the bell bringing the first attendant. “Take her to the warden of Anusha house.” He ordered. “Thank you, Mr. Aditya. It was nice meeting you.”
“Thank you, Mr. Drekker. Nice meeting you too.”
Ramesh, The attendant, took them to the right side of the castle that looked a bit better, for it was brightly lit, had colourfully painted walls, the corridors were an architectural marvel, it was what a new student would wish to have in a hostel. “Why would anyone want to give a creepy look to the administrative building?”
“That is because, the principal resides there and he doesn’t want students barging in as they like.” Sahithi realised she had spoken out loud. Her uncle was looking around trying to remember the way out since all the corridors appeared similar. It was going to be quite a challenge to remember the right corridors, the right class, the dorm etc. Now, imagine a passageway in an ancient palace in an ancient fortress with long winding corridors that snaked in at regular intervals in the most unexpected manner. It was maze that required lot of effort to navigate. Yet, Ramesh led them as if he was walking through the lush green grass of a freshly mown lawn.
At every intersection, there were statues of women placed in such a way that one had to touch them in a particular place to gain entry. So far, it had been the hands, the face and the legs of these stone statues. She wondered what they would have to touch to gain entry to the warden’s office or their own dorms. After crossing what seemed to be endless intersections, they finally reached the warden’s office.
“Rajesh, M.Sc. B.Ed, Warden, Anusha House” the name plate declared in front of an office barred by two stone sentries. One was a female while the other was a male statue. Both of them were naked. “Sir,” Ramesh spoke. “You press the female statue between her legs and your ward will hold “it”. He indicated the stone p***s of the male statue. Her uncle did what he was told while Sahithi blushed fiercely, unable to move. She had never touched a male in her life, let alone hold the most private part of a male. It was preposterous. But Ramesh dragged her to the statue, took her right hand, placed it such that she was ‘holding it’ and held her hand like that for a while. Sahithi felt the smooth texture of the p***s, almost as if it belonged to a live male human and not a male stone statue. Was it her imagination or was the d**k becoming stiff in her hand?
The statues straightened to allow the uncle and niece to enter the warden’s office. It was a large room with a table near the east window where the warden’s computer was plugged in. The table was placed in such a way that it was out of harm in case of an attack. The windows appeared to be made of unbreakable glass. The AC in the room was the only thing making a noise. When these two entered, the warden was busy speaking to someone on the phone. He signalled her uncle to sit while the former finished the call. Sahithi looked at the part of the office that was hidden with curtains. She was wondered what was in there behind those curtains.
The warden finished the call in the meantime and was speaking to her uncle explaining something. Her uncle nodded as if he understood and signed some forms that had been placed before him. A man of 22 years came in; he looked like a tailor, a pencil behind his ear, a note book peeking out of his shirt pocket, a measuring tape round his neck, all indicating what his job was. The warden nodded at him and he simply held Sahithi by the hand and led her behind the curtains. Sahithi was taken by surprise and was too shocked to say anything.
Waiting behind the curtains were three more men all 22 year olds. As soon as the curtains were drawn close, they set to work on her; one held her hands, another held her legs, while the third stripped her of her clothes. It was done so swiftly and so efficiently that before she realised what was happening, Sahithi found herself standing naked in front of four young males with her mouth tied up with a cloth to prevent her from screaming. A fourth man, who had been hidden from sight when she had entered, held the notebook and pencil ready while the tailor measured her.
“32....”
A flourish of the pencil in a stylish way broke the silence.
“28...”
Sahithi found herself becoming hot with embarrassment and anger.
“34....”
This is ridiculous she thought struggling to escape. But, the men held her firmly while the tailor now started measuring each of her b*****s very extensively. It continued till he had measured every inch of her body though why he needed such detailed measurements was out of her comprehension. She wondered if anything could be stitched using such measurements; for, she felt that they were simply to cause as much embarrassment to her as possible. Finally, the ordeal was over when the fourth man took a bag and handed it to the second man, who took a dress – a skirt and a shirt, and got them over Sahithi, restoring her dignity again. When she came out, her uncle had disappeared.
“Um...where is my uncle?” Sahithi asked tentatively. She was still nervous in this institution. “Oh, he left.” The warden replied nonchalantly. He turned towards the 18 year old male standing at the door. “Take her to room 14.” He busied himself with some paperwork that was pending. “Um...sir? What about the key to the room?” “There’s no key. There is no door to lock. Now go. I have work to do.” Sahithi was flabbergasted. “No door to the girls’ rooms?” she blurted out in shock. “How can that be possible?” “We need to check the girls are following the rules. So, no doors.” His tone was careless as if it was the most natural thing to remove doors to girls’ rooms. Now, go. Don’t waste my time.” there was a hint of irritation in his voice. “But sir, girls need some privacy.” He still didn’t look up. “For what?” she stared at him incredibly, unable to believe her ears. “What do you mean by that?” he looked at her slowly, as
“You are what?”“I will explain on the way. Now wash your face quickly.” Sahithi stared at the man for a while before realising she was indeed hungry.“Where is the washroom?”“Come with me.” He turned and walked out of the room and despite her misgivings, Sahithi followed him. She was slowly coming round to the fact that everything here was drastically different from what she had seen till then.“Just like those evil gits to join me here!” she ground her teeth in frustration. “Just wait till I make you pay back with interest.” The man stopped and turned towards her.“Pardon?” she realised she had spoken her thoughts aloud.“Nothing. I wasn’t talking to you.” He gave a weird look at her.“This is the wash basin.” He pointed to her. “The bathrooms and toilets are over there.” He ch
The day was bright and Sahithi was in great spirits as she took in the benefits of the morning sun. Since childhood she had been rising up early in the day to watch the sun rise and as a result she received plenty of Vitamin D that those orange rays of the sun. She was ready to face a new day with renewed vigour. She went on a tour of the washrooms, finding no one there. However, what struck her odd was the lack of separate bathrooms. It was obvious they had to bathe in the hall like area. She took a deep sigh and got ready before anyone else woke up. “Hey, when did you get up?” Betsy asked as Sahithi came in. “An hour ago.” “Ah, I see. As you fall into the routine you will not be able to get up so early.” Sahithi smiled and started reading the Bhagavadgita. It was her habit to start the day with at least a few slokas from the Gita that gave her enough mental strength, vigour and energy to face the day. Betsy stared at her for a long time before getting ready. “Why? Is the schedul
This time Sahithi was better prepared as she knew the only way to escape was to bite down her pain and do what they told her to. Her best chance lay in following their words to the letter. She prepared herself mentally for the stroke that was about to come but despite steeling her mind she still could not help crying out in pain at the sting on her bottom that brought tears in her eyes. "One." she said gritting her teeth to shut out the pain. "Thank you sir." "See? It was not so difficult after all!" she ground her teeth at those words but what could she do? The second stroke was even harder than the first one and she wiggled her ass before managing "Two. Thank you sir." The teacher came near her and placed his hand on her ass cheeks and she jerked involuntarily. "Enough!" he said. "Leave her." she got up grateful for the reprieve. "Tell us about yourself." She had by then lowered her skirt and restored her dignity. with a face red as a beetroot she started introducing herself. “I
Sahithi felt her bum burn and snapped out of her thoughts. The teacher was staring daggers at her sending chills down her spine. It was obvious he had spanked her but she couldn’t understand the fear she felt with this teacher. There was something odd about him that rang alarm bells in her mind.“First you insult me with your insolence. Then, you start day dreaming. Who do you think you are?” she gulped at those words.“Sorry sir. I was distracted.”“Oh yeah?” he sneered. “Solve the problem on the board and I will let you be ‘distracted’.” He stressed the word ‘distracted’ making her blush in embarrassment. This had never happened before so she was a bit ashamed. Still, she gazed at the board and was a bit shocked to see what was written there. “Move to the teacher’s table and explain your solution.”There was only one word on the board – Ca
What had started as a bright had become a nightmare for Sahithi as she sat through the post lunch classes. The word had already spread about her rebellious attitude and the teachers seemed determined to snuff it out as soon as they could. Her bottom bore the marks of discipline meted out to her for outrageously silly reasons. As she listened to the lectures her mind drifted to her experience in the previous school. “Varna system was explained by Sri Krishna in the Bhagavadgita very clearly dispelling the doubts of Arjuna that are unfortunately the doubts of most of the people today.” Her Sanskrit teacher had said. As can be seen in the slokas 1.39 through 1.44, Arjuna talks of caste purity, a fear of inter-varna marriages, change of one’s varna, etc. He appears to be afraid that the society will be spoiled if people change the varna of their birth and appears to be advocating a varna based on birth.”
Sahithi lost count of the time as she stared at the book, turning pages without really reading anything. She just wanted to get this over with.“Tell me,” the professor asked suddenly. “what the author says in the first page.” She was startled by the sudden question. “Do you think you can fool me by turning the pages?” he was far more perceptive than what she had given him credit for. “Read the pages aloud from the beginning.”She knew there was no escaping this time. As she read the words aloud her eyes grew wide in shock at the blatantly negative portrayal of the varna system. It was worse than what was given in textbooks prescribed by the board of education. “India is divided into four castes which are based on birth.” The book started. “It is a rigid system which cannot be changed. Lord .... was responsible for challenging this system and the Indians should be grateful that he removed o
“Where were you the whole night?” Amulya demanded as Sahithi walked in tired and hungry. She was fully dressed though only she knew how much she had suffered the previous night.“Don’t ask.” She said with a low voice. “It was a nightmare.”“Take my advice, never raise your voice or say anything against the teachers and you will be fine.” Sahithi’s eyes flared up in anger.“And stay a mute spectator to the atrocities of these horny, sadistic maniacs?”“Do you have a death wish?” they turned towards the door and saw the group leader looking very serious. “Not only did you not inform me about your detention, but you stay away from the hostel the whole night. I had to face the scoldings of the warden!”“So that is my fault? I thought you were all well informed about everything that happens around here.”“That doesn&rsqu