The False Gender

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Synopsis: One of the interesting stories in English . The tale of a homosexual college boy who gets bullied and browbeaten by a group of hostel girls. The story shall influence you in a very different way.

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Scrawny legs, beringed fingers, pierced ears, garish jeans and colorful T-shirt. It might upset the peers and the family a bit. Nonetheless, Raghav returned from college on a mild October evening with a cheerful grin.

Unlike other days, he didn’t talk to anyone and got seriously engrossed with something he had not discussed with anyone yet.

His parents waited cluelessly for him to join for dinner but when he didn’t appear for a good time, his mother walked into the room just as he was about to apply her new lipstick. She was startled. He was startled. “What are you doing with my lipstick? It’s new…I haven’t used it so far. Couldn’t you have waited?” He smiled and handed it back to her. “I forgot to tell you…I am playing Draupadi in our college production… rehearsals start this evening.”

He put the voluminous tuft of brown hair on his head and asked, “How do I look ma?”

“You get me so worried with nasty stuff like this.” His mother frowned.” Why the hell are you so? Can’t you behave and dress up like normal boys?” His mother’s voice trailed off as she walked into the kitchen.

Soon as she got engrossed in the nitty-gritty of the kitchen chores, the mysterious boy started putting on make-up. He darkened his eyes with the streak of kajal and smeared his eyelashes in black liquid. He applied a calculated amount of foundation that concealed his otherwise light dusting of beard while his thin lips reflected the resplendent gloss of red. But what he was wearing was a rustic track suit in black. Covering his head with the hood of his jacket, he fished out the keys of his car and left for his destination.

As Raghav drove through the deserted pathways at 8, the passersby sneaked a perverted glance at what appeared to be a pretty lady. Nefarious boys would try to overtake, some would blow whistle, or some would even pass obscene comments.

But smirking at the crooked morons, Raghav was enjoying his moment of glory. He dropped the window glass letting the wind blow his fake long hair. To the extreme surprise of the motorcyclist who was riding next to the car, Raghav adjusted the pair of oranges he had stuffed in the padding of his chest and winked at the boy.

The motorcyclist was awestruck by such solicited invitation from a girl but before the poor guy could do anything, engines of the car roared high letting it ferociously cut through the little city traffic.

Raghav was excited at the sweet adventure he just invited. He laughed at himself for befooling the people with the appearance he took on. That’s exactly what he wished. The strange inclination that precipitated during the early childhood had been growing with time like the stems of a plant emerging from the seeds of his genetic makeup, now to a level that Raghav started feeling of himself as a girl trapped inside a male’s body.

Ever since his biological features had been growing up to be less masculine and more feminine, his basic interests and sexual needs were also shifting.

But the only person who knew about his homosexuality was his school friend. Not until they entered the same college after school did she know anything. But as soon as she came across Raghav’s secret just a couple of weeks ago, he would openly tell her how fascinated he was with the girls’ world. What kind of dresses he wanted to wear, how he wanted to pamper himself with a variety of cosmetics and what kind of boys attracted him. As disgusted as Kamya felt at the ‘he loves him’ thing, it was as obvious for Raghav to consider male as an opposite gender.

Raghav reached just in planned time and stealthily parked his car outside his destination – the girls’ hostel.

At the reception, a fifty something woman started to scrutinize him from head to toe.

“Who are you?” She enquired.

“Tell Kamya that her sister Ragini has arrived. Said Raghav with the smile of a beautiful girl.

The receptionist dialled a number and asked Kamya to receive the guest.

No wonder, Raghav’s transformation had deceived the suspicious eyes of the disgruntled receptionist.

In quite a while, Kamya arrived. She kept looking at Raghav with bewilderment for some time and exclaimed, “Wow! You look all set for the party.”

“Girls, no mess, ok!” Reprimanded the busy receptionist.

Kamya held Raghav’s hand in wild excitement and started walking him through the corridor that led to her room. His eyes were brightened with sheer amazement. He felt a tingling sensation on approaching close to their plan of staying in her hostel as a girl for one night. What could be the better day than the girls’ pajama party happening the same night?

As Raghav travelled through the corridor, he felt mesmerized to see girls all around. He felt conceited and exhilarated to recall Kamya telling him about the club bar where they dance, drink and choose a boy to kiss as the part of their game!

As soon as Raghav entered Kamya’s room, she asked him to wait until she comes back.

Raghav threw his mobile in the bed and looked into the mirror, smiling at himself. As he opened the drawer, he got mesmerized to see the colorful bangles.

In a couple of minutes, kamya returned. To Raghav’s surprise, a bunch of 10-15 girls accompanied her, all throwing an impish gaze on confused Raghav.

“Ladies and …Ladies! Meet Ms. Raghav…oops…Ragini.The diva of millennium! “Quipped Kamya.

All girls bursted into wild laughter while Raghav swooned at what was happening. Was Kamya playing a prank? Raghav wondered.

One of the girls closed the door while another came close to Raghav and pressed his fake boobs, “Would anyone like to have fresh orange juice?”

Laughter and more laughter.

To Raghav’s nightmare, another girl pulled the curly strand of hair hanging from his forehead,” I wish I could have curls like her”.

“You can anyway have them”. A girl said pulling out Raghav’s wig.

“What is this going on Kamya? Why did you call me here?” Raghav roared.

“You bloody transgender! How the hell could you even think of comparing yourself with us? What good do you think you creatures do for the society rather than disturbing its law and order?” Kamya raged with a blend of derision and anger on her face.

“Gays like you should be taught a lesson for challenging the laws of nature, you sickly moron!” Screamed another girl.

“I will shout if you don’t go away”, Raghav tried to conceal his fright under a tone of warning.

“Shout if you want to. What when they find a boy in girls hostel?” Laughed Kamya.

“Let’s have fun.”

The girls who were crowded around Raghav started shouting over his head. They ripped open his track suit and clicked his pictures in a padded sports bra while Raghav cringed with sheer embarrassment.

“The male version of Draupadi.” Came the voice of another girl.

One girl wrote on one of his cheeks with lipstick, “Slap me”.

“Kamya! Please stop them,” once more Raghav pleaded.

“I started loathing you since the very moment you confessed about your being a transgender. Because my father was one and he left my mom just after I was born. I hate him and his entire community that includes you. Damn it.” Her eyes were shining with a burning rage.

“Girls, enjoy the party, but don’t forget to beat the shit out of him”.

When Kamya left, one girl kicked Raghav in his groin making him cry out of pain while his scream was muffled under the din of the room.

Even if Raghav wanted, he couldn’t fight the crowd of girls with his frail body. Moreover, if the girls shouted, he could be suspended from college.

He fell on the floor and begged the girls to spare him.

One by one, the girls spat and kicked him while pulling his hair and slapping on his face.

His body was broken, his heart was downtrodden and his spirit was gouged with scars that would never go away.

The girls mocking at his grotesque appearance left the room with Raghav sobbing in dusgust.

Before the morning could spread its light and uncover his face to the hostel security, he managed to find a narrow escape in the middle of the night.

He found a water bottle inside his car to wash his face. The makeup had given away but not the scratches at few places on his face. Blood was oozing out of them. He reached near his home, but he found it wise to park his car some distance away from his home until the morning.

That whole night, he spent inside the car on the road.

The next day, as he reached the college, the world had completely changed for him. Everyone was looking at Raghav with strange bewilderment. The students were whispering something in each other’s ears incomprehensible to him.

Soon Raghav was caught off guard when his friends brandished their phones displaying the horrible pictures of last night.

The entire college was laughing at Raghav, the subject of grapevine.

He was intently distressed at what felt to be a punch in the stomach. And with the emotions of extreme guilt and self pity, he was standing in the corner of the college balcony.

Suddenly, Raghav shivered with a touch on his shoulder. He was not ready for further humiliation, but yet he turned his head.

Varun, the college prefect was standing right behind him.

Just looking at him, Raghav broke into tears. Varun took him into warm embrace and said,

“I am sorry about the scam story but I know well that you are innocent. If you tell me what exactly happened, maybe I can help you.”

…

The next day was a different day. The Sun was bright. The wind blew in a pleasant hush. It was all tranquility that spread around.

Entire college had shrunk in the auditorium to attend the college prefect’s voluntary speech.

Raghav too joined the crowd and was completely taken aback to hear Varun,’s words…

“Recently, I have come across the shocking incident that attacked the morale and self esteem of our innocent batchmate. I am talking about the pictures that some people used to disparage his identity. Well, if you know who am I talking about, I would like to add that being a transgender does not give anyone the right to mollast someone. I demand a strict action against whosoever has done that.

This college should learn that the act of humiliation and molestation shall be no longer tolerated because it intensely hampers the morale of an individual. I hope these things shall be taken care of atleast for the sake of humanity.

Long live love and harmony. ”

Situations once again changed, this time for good. And the entire incident had left tremendous impact on Raghav. A deep sense of protection and kinship besieged him. The discrete boy through his courage had established that Raghav was not wrong, he was only driven by his natural instincts. It gave him a ray of hope and a set of feelings that he could not deny.

He was applying lipstick, when his mother once again walked into the room. “Are your rehearsals still going?”

He smiled and said “it’s the last day.”

He put on his hood and left from home in his car towards the rendezvous. He was free and independent, not any more restrained by society. Soon, he got down at his destination.

The wind was subtle, the moon was full and the air carried the aroma of lavenders.

He entered a house where he was greeted well, even if he was looking like a girl, because he wanted to. After they had enough good time, Raghav asked, “May I meet Varun?” His parents nodded their ascent.

Raghav opened the door of Varun’s room where he was lying asleep in his bed. Raghav approached him close, savouring his poised face. As he kept looking at him, his eyes got filled with tears. He had no time to waste. He bent down and planted a soft kiss on Varun’s cheek.

“Thanks”, Raghav whispered in his ears and happily left the place before he could know.