SRAVYA'S TONSURE AT TIRUMALA

Sravya was living in Vijayawada with her uncle, aunt and cousins. Her parents were in Hyderabad. The reason she was away from them was she was studying engineering. This was the first year that she spent away from her parents. Though she was a little disturbed at first, she managed to cope rather well and was beginning to settle down to life with her cousins, Meena and Sandhya. They were a fun loving family and she rarely realized that she was away from her parents. In short she was well taken care of, and her studies were coming along quite nicely as well. Soon, before she knew it, the first trimester was up and she was going through the hard slog of the examinations. But, the end was it sight, and soon she returned after breezing through the last examination. A fortnight of vacation stretched before her. She wanted to visit her parents, but her mom told her to put off her trip as her father would be travelling at that time.

In the meantime, her uncle and aunt had planned for their annual trip to Tirupati. Since Sravya was not going back to Hyderabad, she was also included in their plans. A day before their departure, there was a phone call that came late in the night. Sravya' s mother called up and spoke to her aunt at length. Not much was exchanged with Sravya though, and she was left wondering what happened. The next morning she had forgotten all about it in the excitement of the trip. She had plenty of fun travelling with her cousins as they kept cracking jokes and pulling each other' s legs all through the journey. Eight hours later, by about five pm, they were safely in the cottage that their Uncle had reserved for them.

That night, after dinner Sravya' s aunt called her aside: \" Sravya, there is something I have to tell you.\" \" What is it aunty?\" asked Sravya. \" Your mother called last night. Your mother asked me not to tell you immediately, but, your father had a narrow escape in a road accident. His bike was hit by a truck. But luckily he is not hurt. He escaped with just a few scratches.\" Sravya stared at her aunt in shock. \" When was this? How did it happen?\" she gasped. \" Four days ago,\" replied her aunt. \" I want to go and see him aunty, please. Why did you bring me here?\" \" Listen to me Sravya, your mother called me only last night. There is a reason why you are with us. Please listen to what I have to tell you,\" pacified her aunt.

\" Okay aunty. Please tell me,\" said Sravya. \" Well, it seems that your mother has made a vow which is left unfulfilled. This is why your father almost had an accident.\" \" What is it aunty?\" asked Sravya. \" She made a vow to offer your hair at Tirupati if you secured above 85 in your tenth exams. But when you came to Tirupati, she did not fulfil the vow.\" Sravya was knocked speechless by this revelation. \" So Sravya, your mother has told me to get your head shaved during our visit,\" finished her aunt. \" But this can' t be true!\" exclaimed Sravya instinctively feeling her plait. \" I know you have beautiful long hair Sravya. I can understand why your mom didn' t offer your hair as promised. But, this is for your own good and for the good of the family. You should always fulfil your vows. Will you be a good girl and do as your mom told you to?\" asked her aunt.

Part of her wanted to scream in protest, but she knew her aunt was right. She also knew that it' s generally not considered to be a good idea to renege on vows. She meekly nodded her head. \" Okay. I will do as you tell me to.\" she said in a small voice. \" Don’t worry dear, you are not alone. Sandhya and Meena are also offering their hair. And so am I.\" Sravya was surprised and looked over at her cousins. Meena was distinctively uncomfortable, but Sandhya gave her a quick wink and a smile. Sandhya had stopped getting her monthly haircut about six months ago. Her usual boyish crop had grown out to a bob that fell to her shoulders. Meena on the other hand had a thick plait that fell to her hips. Her aunt' s hair was about the same length too. However it was still not as long has her own hair which fell to her knees when plaited. \" So that' s settled then. Get a good night' s sleep. Tomorrow morning we' ll go to the Kalyanakatta.\" said her aunt.

She lay awake late that night. To be fair, she had never had a haircut in her life. Nothing more than the most miniscule trims when there were too many split ends. Even that was done about once or maybe twice a year. Her hair was naturally thick and healthy. She felt her plait wondering how long it would take before her hair was that length. She wondered if she would be teased back at the college. Sometime later she fell into a dreamless sleep and woke to the sunlight streaming in through the window.

The usual morning chaos ensued when five people have to share one bathroom. But soon things were sorted out. Teeth brushed, faces washed and freshened, they changed their clothes. Meena was wearing a sky blue half-sari with a light pink petticoat. Sandhya slipped into a pale yellow chudidhar. Sravya' s aunt started to do Meena' s hair while her Uncle left with a flask to get some coffee for everyone. Meena was looking fairly nervous as her mom combed out her hair. \" Hold still Meena,\" she scolded. \" But mother, if I have to get my head shaved then why are you combing it out?\" she protested. \" It is an offering Meena. The same way we don’t offer dried flowers in worship, you have to ensure that your hair is clean and neat when you offer it.\" Meena didn’t speak after that. Her mom quickly did her hair into a nice long plait. Sandhya took the chance to borrow the comb and comb out her own bob. It didn' t take much time.

Sravya meanwhile had changed into a half-sari too. Pale green sari with a cream coloured petticoat. After finishing Meena' s plait, her aunt came over to do her hair. \" I wonder where your uncle has gotten to.\" she muttered as she started to comb out Sravya' s hair. \" One plait or two dear?\" she asked. \" Uh... one\" she murmured distractedly. She spent the next fifteen minutes combing out and doing Sravya' s hair. She kept up an endless line of chatter about her childhood days and the times spent with Sravya' s mom, but she wasn’t paying much attention. Finally, Sravya' s plait was done and her aunt started to do her own hair. She spent a few minutes combing out her hair and tying it into a nice thick bun the size of an overgrown orange. The door opened and her uncle came in with the flask and a few plastic cups.

After they had their morning coffee they headed off to the Kalyanakatta to offer their hair. Sravya felt increasingly restless as they waited in the queue to enter. The long hair of the girls drew a few glances. Soon they reached the counter where they were issued tokens and blades for the tonsure. Sravya thought she heard a gasp of two when her uncle asked for five tonsure tokens. A few minutes later they were in the large hall where they would be shorn. The four women had been allocated to the same barber and her uncle was given a different token.

\" You take care of the girls. I' ll offer my hair and join you,\" said her uncle. He gave four tokens and blades to his wife before walking off. There wasn' t much of a crowd and they didn’t have too much of a difficulty locating their barber. A woman was already sitting before the barber, getting tonsured. She was in a white sari and about a third of her scalp had been laid bare. Sravya watched in morbid fascination as the barber' s strokes cleared swathes of wet hair which was pulled into two wet knots on either side. The back of the woman' s head was fully shaved and the strokes went down the nape. The barber started working on the front and the right, and moments later one knot fell into a small channel that ran down the length of the hall. The barber continued without pausing and a couple of minutes later the second knot dropped into the woman' s lap. She dropped it into the channel while the barber checked her scalp and made a few more strokes.

The woman got up, gave them a shy smile and walked off. \" Who' s first?\" asked Sravya' s aunt. The girls looked at each other. Neither Sravya nor Meena wanted to be first. \" I' ll go,\" said Sandhya. She took off her dupatta and sat in front of the barber. Her mother handed the barber the token and blade. The barber tore the token into two. He ran his fingers through Sandhya' s thick shoulder length bob gathering her hair at the back. Then he divided the hair neatly and started to pour water and massage her head. He spent a couple of minutes massaging her head and then gathered the wet hair into two halves. There wasn’t enough length to tie a knot.

He then changed the blade in his razor. Sandhya already had her head bent. The barber put the razor at the crown of her head and started shaving towards her nape. Sravya watched horrified as the sharp razor scraped away the hair leaving behind a clean patch that extended from crown to nape. The razor glided down her nape and she could see locks of hair separated. The barber carefully shaved towards the left first. Locks of hair were now raining into the channel at Sandhya' s feet. Her head was constantly being turned by the barber as he shaved away. The pile continued to grow as the thick bob gave way to a clean scalp. It took the barber all of three minutes to shave Sandhya clean. The barber rubbed her scalp once to make sure she was smooth and then she got up.

By this time, they were joined by a few more women. Sravya saw her aunt nudge Meena forward. She reluctantly took the place vacated by Sandhya. She sat on the damp platform the ends of her plait were brushing the edge. Her aunt handed the barber the token. The barber reached behind Meena for her plait. He looked at the plait and the token, then tore the token up and started to undo Meena' s long thick plait turning her head to get at her nape. Sravya was watching with a mixture of both anxiety and fascination. The barber finger combed Meena' s hair, pulling the hair towards him. The after a few strokes, he split the hair into two halves. He refilled his bowl with warm water and used a small mug to pour water on her head. She saw him massage her head thoroughly. Then pulling each half apart he tied a knot in the hair. Meena was ready to be shorn.

Sravya was able to make out some whispers among the women. They seemed to be equally interested in the proceedings. She saw her aunt hand over the blade to the barber. He changed the blade on his straight razor and drew Meena' s head forward. He put the blade at the crown of her head and made a smooth stroke towards her nape. An inch wide strip of scalp was exposed. Then he started shaving towards Meena' s right. The quick strokes worked their way towards her nape and ears. Sravya was shocked to see the hair disappear so fast. The barber kept moving the shorn locks aside. Within minutes a large knot tumbled into Meena' s lap. She dropped the knot at the barber' s feet while the barber started to work on the second half. He continued much the same way, starting at the nape and working his way around her ears and to the front. Chunks of wet hair separated from her scalp and fell away before the razor. Soon the second knot was also in her lap. After the barber was satisfied that she was completely smooth, Meena got up.

Sravya looked at Meena. She seemed so different. Her ears and neck, which were almost always hidden under her hair, were now clearly visible. She had a sort of sad look. \" Nice Meena, you look good,\" said Sandhya. Meena looked at her mom and her mom said, \" Don' t worry. It' s only hair. You look good though.\" Sravya was wondering if it was her turn next. She was about to move forward when her aunt moved in front of her and sat before the barber. She pulled her sari around her waist and gave her token and blade to the barber. Her uncle joined them by now, and he looked different with a clean head and without his customary moustache. \" Almost unrecognizable,\" thought Sravya.

She turned back to watch the barber bend her aunt' s head down. He reached for her rather large and thick bun and pulled it loose. Gathering the thick hip length hair (that was identical to Meena' s) he split it neatly into two halves. More water as her aunt' s hair was thoroughly wet. It was almost like an instant replay as she watched the barber tie each half into a knot. A woman in a uniformed overcoat came up and took the hair out of the channel. She watched as Meena and Sandhya' s hair was put into a basket and taken away. The barber, meanwhile, changed the blades and bent her aunt' s head a little more. Adjusting her head, he then started to shave her clean. Quick fast strokes were repeated as the hair was cleared away from the scalp. The barber seemed to me working faster to Sravya. Each stroke of the razor brought her tonsure that much closer. She could not help trying to imagine herself bald. It didn’t work. She reached behind her back and felt the familiar thickness of her plait as the barber was shaving away the last few locks of hair at her aunt' s temples. The knot seemed to fall with a heavy finality into her aunt' s lap. The barber removed the large mass of hair from her lap and her aunt got up.

Sravya stepped forward in a trance. As she sat in front of the barber, she heard an audible gasp from the women behind her. She saw her aunt hand over a token to the barber. She looked behind her to take a look at her aunt. Next thing she knew, she felt the barber' s strong hand on her head turning her and bending her forward. Another hand reached behind her for her plait. It slid forward into her view in the barber' s hands. \" Mottaya?\" (\" Shave?\" ) asked the barber. She did not see her aunt not affirmative, but she did catch the exclamation of the other women watching the turn of events. She closed her eyes, but could not keep them closed. She saw the barber holding her plait. He was about to pull off the rubber band at the end when someone handed him a few tokens. Her plait still in his hands, he checked them and separated two. \" Two here, the rest there\" she heard as he redirected whoever it was.

She watched the barber undo her plait quickly. She felt her hair gathered at the nape. Seconds later she saw a cascade of hair fall into her lap from either side. Her lap was full and she could barely see the colours of the half-sari she was wearing. Then she felt something warm trickle down her head. The barber was wetting her hair. Drops of water ran down her face and fell into her hair, glistening like pearls. She felt the strong fingers of the barber in her hair, expertly massaging the water into her head. Drops of water ran down her spine as well, making her shiver. The barber continued to massage for some time. After what looked like an interminable while, she felt the barber gather the left half of her hair. He had some difficulty handling the length, but in the end, managed to smooth out the locks and tie them into a rather large knot that lay in her lap.

The hair effectively obscured the vision on the left side. She felt the barber gather the remaining hair on the right and smooth it out. Seconds later another knot hung from her head and she could not see anything, except for a tiny crack in the curtain in front of her. Meanwhile, her aunt was giving a fresh blade to the barber and he swapped out the blade on his razor. Her shoulders were wet with the water in her hair and she raised her head a little trying to see what was happening. Seconds later she felt the barber push her head down. His fingers stretched the scalp at her crown. She felt something touch her head and a scrape down the top of her head. It was accompanied by a much louder gasp behind her. The next scrape went from the crown to the nape. Then she felt the razor work from the crown of her heading various directions around the back of her head. Soon the strokes continued towards her left and she had the distinct impression of hair raining into her lap.

She felt the cool air caress her exposed scalp as the barber worked around her ear. Out of the corner of her eye she could see the light coming through as the hair fell away and the razor glided across her sideburn and temple. It was like a curtain being drawn away as the razor continued to the top of her head and more locks spilled into her lap. The barber was turning her head all the while to suit the strokes. She cooperated. Nervous as she was, she had begun to calm down now and she was actually enjoying the sensation of the razor gliding across her scalp. Soon one half of her surroundings were visible again and the razor continued its way across the top of her head to the right. She saw the hair rain into the channel in front of her and into her lap.

By this time she started to enjoy all the sensations: the razor scraping away across her scalp, the firm fingers of the barber turning her head, the cool air that was now playing over her exposed scalp and her long thick hair falling off around her. The razor continued the grand tour of her scalp as the barber now worked around her ears and slowly down the back of her head. Moments later the razor slid down the nape and neck as the barber cleaned up the last of her long thick locks. It felt like a curtain of vanity had fallen away from her eyes. She started removing the hair from her lap when the barber took it from her. He removed the large mass of hair from her lap and the channel and set it beside him. As she got up from her place, she saw the woman with the basket come over to collect her hair and her aunt' s hair. For the first time in life she felt an amazing lightness and a sense of freedom. She felt like she had left behind all her material worries and her ego. She joined her aunt and cousins with a smile and together they headed out to have a bath before visiting the temple.

                Haircut to mom during sleep

I am Shiva kumar from Andhra Pradesh. I am doing btech final year now. This is my real story happened in my life.
We are four in my family. Mom, dad, my bro n me are living together now. In my childhood I lived in my village with all my family
members. Our family is very big. My father’s brother (babai) and sister (mother in law for me) lived with us with their families. My
mothers in law have one daughter and my father’s brother have two daughters. Babai’s wife (pinni) is beautiful and good looking
and she has waist length black silky smooth hair and my aunt has butt length silky hair. Aunt’s daughter has butt length hair and
they maintained their hair very well.
From my childhood I am a hair fetish and I always dreamed of cutting and shaving women long hair. I used to watch movies
which have haircuts and head shave. I dreamed of shaving the women in my home too.
Once I saw my mom and our neighbor aunt trimmed each other hair. My mom has hip length smooth hair. She braids her hair
when she goes out and she makes a bun of her hair when she is at home or leaves her hair freely. Aunt have mid length curly
hair and she always remains in loose hair. 1st my mom opened her hair bun and sat in front of aunt. She combed my mom’s hair
neatly and took scissor. I was a kid around 13 years so they did not bother about my presence. I was watching the haircut
seriously. Aunt took scissor into her hand and placed the scissor on my mom’s hair and started cutting SCCRUCH SCCRUCH…
aunt had cut about 1 inch of my mom hair. The hair that was cut was lying on the news paper. Aunt asked if my mom wanted to
shorten her hair more. Mom doesn’t want to decrease the length and said this length is good for me. I think aunt was jealous of
my mom’s hip length hair. She forced my mom to cut her hair till shoulders or mid back. She said mid back length haircut is
perfect for my mom and shoulder length hair would also look good for my mom. My mom refused to cut her hair short. But aunt
forced my mom to cut her hair up to mid back. Mom said another 4 inches is ok and not more than that. Aunt combed my mom
hair again. I was excited to see my mom losing another 4 inches of her hair. Aunt took scissor and kept the scissor 5 to 6 inches
above the hair length, almost above the waist and started cutting SCCRUCH SCCRUCH SCCRUCH… Big amount of hair is lying
on the ground. My mom’s beautiful hip length hair has been reduced to almost above the waist. Mom was not satisfied with that
hair length but aunt was praising mom’s hairstyle. I thought if aunt would force my mom to shorten her hair to shoulder length,
so that I could watch a big haircut again. After that, aunt sat in front of mom. Aunt’s hair is curly and wavy. But she maintained
her hair well. Mom combed aunt’s hair but the hair is still curly that my mom could not be able to cut, so mom brought some
water and applied water at the end of the hair and combed her hair again. She took scissor and asked aunt for the length to cut.
She said 2 inches and mom started cutting her curly hair. Her hair is curly and seems soft to touch. After this session they
discussed a lot about haircuts and head shave too. My mom said she had shaved her waist length hair in tirupathi when she was
in teens and she maintained short hair up to her marriage. My mom had a vow of offering her hair in tirupathi after the marriage.
Aunt had also shaved her head when she was young. She showed her bald photos to mom. Aunt said she had vow of offering
her hair in tirupati. She will offer her hair in the coming month. I remembered this and waited for the next month. After a month
aunt and her husband went to tirupati as planned. I was waiting for their return. After 4 days they returned and I was very excited
to see aunt in bald head. She is bald now; she had lost her beautiful curly hair. I felt jealous of the barber who shaved her. She
looked beautiful in bald look too. At present she has waist length curly hair.
When I was 15 years old, one day all my family members went to some function. Pinni and I were alone in home. She cooked
food for us to eat and after lunch she fell asleep on the couch itself. I just reached home for lunch and entered into the hall and I
called her for serving me the food but she was in deep sleep. I ignored it and served my food and after lunch I switched on the
TV and sat near to her. She took head bath that day and left her hair free on the couch. I observed her free hair and thought of
touching it. I wanted to confirm if she was in deep sleep and called her again but she was not responding. Then I reached her
and caught some hair in my hand, I felt her smooth long hair with my hands and I smelled her hair for some time. I almost
touched every strand of her hair. The hair is little wavy. After playing for some time I thought of playing with the hair using the
scissor and brought the scissor from papa’s shaving kit, I put the scissor in her hair and playing as if I am cutting her hair. I
kept the scissor in different places of her head mostly near the ear. The hair play was awesome as her hair is still wet and
scissor was tending to cut her hair. After few minutes I couldn’t control myself and decided to cut her hair. I selected a lock
which was 1/2 inch thick and I separated the lock from the hair. The lock was very long, around 12 to 15 inches from the neck. I
placed the scissor in the hair lock near the neck and slowly closed the scissor, SCCRUCH … and the big lock is in my hand. I
was shocked to see that and got very excited. I was not satisfied with a single lock, then I chose another two locks of same size
and cut it in the same way I did before. I kept the three locks of hair together and observed that it was a big chunk of hair that I
have cut. I took that hair and kept in a safe place so that no one can see it. But after two hours when my pinni got up she
rubbed all her hair together and tried to make a bun, she observed that someone has cut her hair and shouted with a big voice. I
was in bed room and ran to her; she asked me who has cut her hair. I said I did not cut your hair but she concluded that I am
the one who had cut her hair because no one was home and the door was locked. She asked me “why did u cut my hair" but I
did not reply and stood like a statue. She scolded me very much and asked me to show her cut hair. I went into the bed room
and showed her the hair locks. She became nervous by seeing her hair locks in my hand. She asked me again for the reason
why I had cut her hair then I explained my fetish to her and I pleaded her not to tell this incident to anyone. She said ok and
took the hair locks with her. After that incident I played with her hair many times with her permission but did not try to cut it. In
those days I always dreamed of cutting her braid forcibly and shaving her long hair with a straight razor.
Now I am doing my btech and living away from my village. Recently I have gone for a vacation to my mother in law’s home. One
day my sister in law decided to reduce her hair length. She had butt length silky hair. The makeover was planned in the home
itself. My aunt has arranged a stool and news papers in the bedroom. Sis in law sat on the stool in front of the dressing table.
She chose the length to be short up to the mid back. My aunt combed her hair very well. I was watching her makeover. Aunt
combed her hair and tied a band at the centre of the hair length. She tool scissor into her right hand and caught the hair near
the band with left hand. I was watching it eagerly and my aunt started to cut the hair …SCCRUCH SCCRUCH SCCRUCH and the
hair is being parted from my sis in law. I took the long cut hair into my hand which was tied with the band tightly in the upper
corner. I was playing with that long hair and my aunt trimmed sis in law’s hair neatly. Sis in law was very excited with her new
look and was very happy with the look. Meanwhile my aunt loosed her neatly braided butt length hair and sat on the stool. I was
shocked to see my aunt sitting on the stool if she is also ready for a big makeover and asked her what hairstyle she chose. She
answered she want just a trim. I suggested her few hairstyles but she is not ready for that makeover. My sis in law was combing
her hair and I was watching her hair. She combed it perfectly and asked my aunt about the length to cut. I replied cut up to the
shoulder. my aunt smiled and told her daughter to cut not more than 2 inches. She followed it and cut 2 inches of her hair neatly.
After that she cleaned the room and kept the long hair of sister in law in a cover and placed it in that room itself. It was my sister
in law’s room. As I was the guest my sis in law has shifted to my aunt’s room for few days. That night after the dinner I went into
the room and locked the room. After 2 hours of study for my exam, I suddenly remembered the haircut in the morning and
thought of playing with my sis in law’s hair. I brought the cover out and opened the cover. I removed the long hair out of the
cover and played with that long smooth hair using the scissor and water. I wanted to cut her hair but did not ask her before the
haircut. But I have her longhair in my hand. But if I cut it now I will be caught, then I decided to part few tresses from the long
hair. I parted few tresses and had cut those tresses into many pieces. I enjoyed a lot cutting my sis in law’s hair and playing
with her hair. I have spent 12 days in their home and I played with her hair daily. I dreamed of shaving her even in exam also. It
was a great hair experience for me

            Indian wifes forced nude headshave 

i am prethi. I am living chennai, working in a private software company named Sutherland
in velacherry. i am 24 years old married to a south indian orthodox brahmin family 2
years before(arranged marriage). my husband is living in abroad (Saudi Arbia) my mother
in law said i must be pierced nose. since 2 yrs of marriage life we have done it. so i said
ok went to our native place for my nose piercing in district of tirunelveli we left on friday
night
all our family members gathered there all were came to see my nose piercing function.
fially all set to do my nose piercing my mother in law said that i must give my hair to god
before nose piercing. here comes the sad moment i have upto knee lenth and denied to
do it. My Mother in law forced me to do it in front all. As per the customs i must remove
all my underwears i denied as fast came mother in law and my cousins removed all my
dress incuding panteas, i was made totally nude. and made me to sit in front of male
barber who is aroun 25 years of age. i was crying a lot. Barber asked are u ready my Mil
forced me and said ready. he divided my hair into two parts completed wetted my head
sharpened his straight razor and started shaving for my forehead. after 10 mins i was
completely shaved. then my mil said as per customs u have to shave your whole body. i
denied and how can a male barber do this for a female? Mil shouted and said shouted
and said u must do or else get divorse i have no option rather than doing it.and MIL
pushed me to the barber who waiting then he removed my eyebrows and then asked me
to raise my Right hands he saw a bush of hair and wetted with water and rinsed for for
few mins. same way the left hand also. after doing that he strted shaving from
chest,Breast removed the public hair and here comes the climax he made me to stand
and checked whether i have any hair in the below part. i have lot of hairs and he was
suprised how i maintained these many hairs for such long days rinsed the part throughly
well and took the razor and instructed me not to move if i move may cut. then he
removed fully. then he asked me whether i have any hair at the arch hole. i nodded and
said yes from my eyes. he told me to kneel down and buldge your buttocks so that he
can do properly. he ran the knife throught that parts i was screeming like anything since it
was paining a lot. then the shave is completed. my mother in law took me river banks
which is of 15 mins walk took me totally nude i was crying and she was holding my both
the hands tight. then i bathed and asked for dress to wear. she said wait darling after
nose piercing u can wear. i shouted and said noway . my mother in law gave me slaps on
my bald head and cheeks and said do what i say.i obeyed her words and went nude
behind her. all my family members were looking at me. i was feeling to face them becuse
i was nude. then the nose piercing started the man started to put hole my right nose
before that my mil brought sandal paste to apply in my bald head. then my nose piercing
function was over all were looking at my naked body and some laughing. then i wore new
dress which was given by my mother in law. went to temple and good dharsan and
returned home the very next day monday before leaving to office i forget that i was bald
and started to comb.I was late office by 1 hour on that day. late due to late night sleep.
all staffs saw me coming in with covering my head with dupata. removed dupatta and
saw my head shaved completed and asked what happened to your hair. i said due
customs while nose piercing we have to shave our head completely.then all then touched
my head which was shinning later all started call me mottai and saved my contact
number as mottai prethi. nd my neighbours saw me evening when i am returing from
office what happened to u asked once again i gave the same reply to them. on
wednesday all my friends came to see me they were all shocked and called mottai mottai
mottai was the noise around my house. all toched my bald head nice and soft head. I
hate my bald head.

                              Shobby teacher

Hi I am siva and I am 19 years old and I am doing my second year of engineering.i am a hair fetish, I do no when the hair fetish arised in me.its a true incident happened in my life.when I was studying ninth I used to go to tution to a miss called shobana.she was unmarried young women with her shiny and curly black hair below her shoulders.she was a fair women aged 25 years.
About 6 students studied in her house.she lived along with her mother.i was the first one to go to tution daily to her house.one day, when I reached her house , I saw her mother was sitting in the cornor of varanda and she was covered by a cloth and shobana was cutting her hair upto her shoulder.her mother had a mid back length hair.my jaw opened on seeing and my penis got enlarged but I controlled.
Then I started dreaming of cutting shobby hair.i waited for a day to come.
One day her mother went to her home town for a funeral and she will return only after few days. shobby was staying along in her house since she had some work.
I planned to excute my idea of cutting her hair since she was alone.i went to my friends medical shop and bought some sedative and as usual I went to her house.
No one was there except her .I rang the door bell she opened.i greeted her and sat on the tution room and pretended as if I was studying.
She was sitting before me and observing me.i saw it wa sa right time to execute my trap.i asked her permission to drink water.she allowed me.i went to the her kitchen and added the sedative in the curry she made for her dinner and I returned back to the tution room.
(We usually drink water in her kitchen room,)
Soon other student came and soon the tution was finished at 8 pm
All went home including me.at 9pm I started from my house to her house.in 5 min I reached her house.she was eating.i rang the bell, she opened , she called me , I went and gave her the sweet box and told her that my mom had given to her.she was happy on seeing it.we talked for 5 min  and I pretended to be a nice boy .soon the sedative started its work.her eyes started sripping, she started to faint.iwas watching this but she managed to keep her normal.i told good bye to her and pretended to go out of her house.she said ok.due to faintiness, she was sitting on a chair and try go control.she told me to close the door when I go out.i closed the door and hid me in another room.she was not able to see me since ahe was in her room.she thought I had gone.she slowly moved to the door and locked it.she then went to her room and started sleeping due to intake of sedative.she was sleeping like a hell.i slowly moved to her room and saw her through the door knob.she was asleep.i slowly opened the door and I went inside (luckily she didnt lock her room).
Then I slowly touched her hair.
It was so soft.on that day she was wearing a pony tail.i removed the clip.the hair started falling.on seeing this my penis got enlarged  and I went to her bathroom and started masterpuating.
After sometime, I cleaned the gums and came to her bed and again touched her hair.
Then I went to the kitchen and took the scissors and returned to her room.i made her to sit in the chair and I holded her head with one hand and took the scissors on other
I placed the scissors on the chin level and I slowly started cuttimg her hair.since it was thick it took time schh schh schhs chh.after 5 min, she had irregular chin length bob.
But I was not satisfied so I started my work of cutting, this time I reduced back fully, she was in boy cut.
I was excited on seeing her hair style and I wished to reduce it furthur, I started cutting on the top of her head ans removed all her hair.she was in summer cut now.
I was satisfied with my work.
I took some of the hair and escaped from her house.
Next day, when I went to tution I was shocked to see her look
She was in mottai, I asked why she shaved, she told it was a vow so she shaved .
I was laughing on hearing this
Since I know the truth
On that day night I masterpuated heavily
Finally I made my shobby teacher to mottai

Barghavi is a housewife her age is 28 and she is the best longhair women in the flat. Everybody likes her long hair. Some of the females are jealous about her hair. But she is friendly with everybody, also easily mingle with others. So most of them like Barghavi. Her hubby is in Hyderabad, he will come every month. Her best friend in the flat is Sheela, she is also an house wise. But she is younger than Barghavi. Her age is 24, she got married last year only. Both of the went everywhere. They understand each other. But Barghavi had a mid length hair.

After a month Sheela coming with a new cut bobcut, Barghavi for shocked her new look. She said, it's difficult to maintain a long hair that's why I cut my hair, also I want to change my look. Barghavi also likes her short hair. Sheela asked why you are not try a short hair, Barghavi said, I love my hair also I don't have any difficulties to maintain such a long hair, also I don't want try a new look. I want to stay with my long hair for in my whole life.

But everything changed with in a month, Yes, Barghavi shaved her head at Tirumala Tirupati, everybody got surprised, her new bald look, especially Sheela. Hey Barghavi what happened last month you said me, don't want to try a new look and stay with the long hair, but suddenly you are coming with a bald head? Barghavi said, correct that time I don't have a idea to shave my head, but my hubby have vow at Tirumala Tirupati, so he wants me too join for this, initially I was fear about my tonsure, but he advised me to tonsure. In my marriage life, he did me for everything without without asking, also he is not asking anything to me , this is the first time he request me, so I accepted my hubby's wish and I done my tonsure. Anyway hair will grow other one year, it's not a problem, I had a little worry of losing my long hair, but my hubby's wishes comes true. If he is happy I am also happy and our life will go without any problem.

Actually I cried a lot in the whole night, then my hubby said if you are not interested I will not force you, the word he said is I feel guilty. Finally I accept with smiling face. Yesterday we went to Tirumala Tirupati and shaved both of them head and comeback

Samira was a sweet 17 year old Indian girl. Her biggest asset was her silky straight thick black hair. For her they meant all the riches in the world. She took real good care of them. Brushing them for hours and sometimes putting them up and sometimes leaving them open to leave people around spellbound in admiration.
Samira's parents decided to shift to USA. They had finalized their jobs there but were leaving Samira at her aunt's place as the future was uncertain and they also didn't want Samira's education to get affected so she would continue her college here in Mumbai, India. Samira wasn't too happy with this decision as she didn't get along at all with her aunt's daughter, her cousin Natasha who was still in school 9Th grade. She also found her aunt too stern and always against her as her aunt was too attached to Natasha and thought she was always right. Natasha was pampered by her mother as she didn't have a father. But Samira's parents didn't have any other option but to leave her at her aunt's place and requested her to adjust as once they would settle in there, they would call Samira there. Samira agreed.
One afternoon, a few months after Samira's parents had left for USA, Samira entered her room in her aunt's house and was shocked to see Natasha sitting on her vanity chair and brushing her shoulder lenght hair with Samira's brush. Samira hated anyone using her brushes as she was so particular about her hair. Samira immediately rushed towards Natasha and snatched the brush from Natasha's hands.
Samira: "How dare you use my brush to comb your unhealthy hair. You have lice in your hair and you want to pass them on to me. Get out! You will never have hair like me."
Natasha got extremely offended with Samira's statements and left the room crying searching for her mother to complain about her cousin's rude behaviour. Seeing her daughter bitterly cry and hearing what Samira had to say about Natasha's hair, Samira's aunt really flaired up and stormed into Samira's room with Natasha following her. Samira sat there brushing her silky beautiful hair.
Auntie: "Samira!" she screamed. "What do u think of yourself? You are some princess with that silky hair of yours and my daughter your servant?"
Samira: "No no auntie. i just told her not to use my brush as she has lice" she said politely, quite taken aback and scared with her aunt shouting.
Auntie: "Who said she has lice. You are obsessed with your hair. I need to punish you and teach you a lesson today, a lesson you will remember all your life."
Samira: "Please dint punish me, I m really sorry. I will apologize to Natasha right away."
Auntie: "Nothing doing, you will pay a heavy price for your words. In any case you are wasting too much time everyday on that thick mop of hair," and she starts dragging Samira by pulling her hand towards natasha's dressing table in natasha's room. By now natasha's tears had converted into smiles, hoping her cousin is taught a good lesson today.
They reach Natasha's room and Samira still pleading, "Please give me another chance, i will never be rude to Natasha. Please let me go. Don't punish me, i will do whatever you say."
Auntie:"Its too late now, you don't deserve another chance and you don't have to do anything sweety. What ever has to be done now I will be doing it" she said smilingly and tightly holds Samira back on the vanity chair and asks Natasha to take some ribbons and tie Samira's hands and legs to the chair. After natasha finishes the task assigned to her, the aunt checks again and ties one more knot to leave no room for her to move.
Samira tries desperately moving her hands and legs but to no avail. "Please untie me, i will not run. Its really hurting me."
Auntie: "The hurting part has not even begun honey and i have to make sure you are tied up and stationary with the punishment i ve thought for you." she said with a smirk.
Samira: "Please tell me what is the punishment" , she said with a lot of fear and anxiousness.
Auntie: " Just be patient sweety. You will know it soon. Whats the hurry," and left the room.
Natasha was very pleased by all the proceedings and pulled Samira's cheeks telling her, "This is what you get when you act too smart with me Samira didi" emphasizing on the word didi* to indicate Samira might be the elder sister but its the younger one who is in command of the situation now.
Auntie in the meanwhile comes back with a small silver suitcase and says, " You know before marriage i had done a haircutting and styling course but didn't get to pursue it. Its been a long time since i practised my haircutting skills and today you are my model" looking at Samira and laughing.
Samira cant believe what she heard. "What did you say? your haircutting model? no ways, you cannot do this to me."
Auntie: "Yes you heard right. You are going to pay for your words with your HAIR Samira. Is it clear to you now," she said loudly and firmly. Then looking at Natasha she says, " Go and call your friends from the opposite house, lets have some audience for this fun." Before her mother could finish her sentence Natasha ran to call her friends in great excitement.
Samira was getting shocks after shock and pleaded, " Please don't call the neighbours. They know me too. Its very embarrassing being punished in front of them."
Auntie: "That's the whole idea my darling, to make it as embarrassing as possible for you," she said in a very teasing voice. In the meantime Natasha arrives with her three friends, all giggling away as Natasha had briefed them on their way about all that they had missed so now they could all understand whats happening and enjoy the show. Auntie made them sit on the bed opposite the dressing table. Samira feels uneasy seeing them giggle in the mirror, but she avoids eye contact and looks down.
Auntie: "So lets begin the show," she said placing a white Cape around Samira's neck and tucking it in really tightly and picks up Natasha's hairbrush. "Hmm so this brush carries lice ha?" she holds it up looking at Samira and starts brushing her hair with the same brush starting from the crown and moving down to her waist in long strokes. As soon as the brush touches Samira's hair she just closes her eyes avoiding to say anything cuz she realises, its her stupid words which have put her in this state.
Slowly the strokes start getting becoming more and more rough and Samira feels the pain and a jerk and her head moves back while the brush moves firmly through her hair. "Oucchh its paining aunty. Please do it a slowly." she requests. But the strokes only become more firmer. Samira doesn't understand whats happening and meekly asks, "Are u going to cut my hair too? cuz i just got a trim last week."
Auntie: "Oh Just shut up you silly girl or i will gag u now." as she continues stroking Samira's hair. Natasha and her friends burst out laughing at Samira's sorry state and silly question. Samira gets more tense with every second passing by. Then auntie stops stroking and starts parting Samira's hair in the middle very neatly. In no time with the parting she makes a centre line starting from the front of her head right till behind. Then taking the left side of the hair and separating them into three sections she starts braiding them tightly attaching a red rubber band in the bottom to hold it firmly.
Samira: " Oh no .. don't make braids... i hate it... I look so kiddish in them. Braids are for school girls," she said pointing towards natasha.
Auntie: " We will see honey whats good for whom today," continuing and now finishing with the right side in the same manner. So now, there sat Samira with a white Cape around her and two tight thick braids tied with red rubber bands in the bottom placed in front, not even a hair left loose. She really did look like a schoolgirl. Then aunty putting the brush down and opened her small silver suitcase and took out a pair of big haircutting scissors and announced, " Okiee girls now begins the fun."
Samira panicked looking at the scissors and screamed,"What fun? Aunty what are you saying?" Auntie didn't say anything but with a wicked smirk just brought the scissors close to the beginning of Samira's left braid. Natasha and her friends started cheering and rooting loudly. Samira still in a state of shock stuttering with words, "What are you doing?... Are you out of your mind... You cant cut my hair... No wayss... Please stay away"
Auntie unaffected:" Wish your braids goodbye sweety, you are not going to see them again for a lonngggg longggg time." Samira gets more desperate starts moving her upper body frantically trying to get away. Auntie calls natasha and her friends to come and hold her tight on the chair. Natasha and her friends oblige with great delight.
Samira:" Natasha please tell your mom not to cut my hair, i will give you all my hair brushes, i will never be rude to you, i promise u natasha." She begs but to no avail.
Natasha: " Too late sis, now we will see who has longer hair," and starts giving hi fis to her friends. Samira's eye literally pop out in horror seeing auntie bring the scissors closer to her braid. Auntie places the scissors just below the ears with Samira's braid between the shears and starts cutting hard. It takes quite a bit of effort as Samira's hair was thick but after a few minutes the left braid falls on Samira's lap and natasha and her friends shout a loud in glory. Then aunty moves to the right side and placing the scissors at the same level starts tearing into the right braid and lo the right braid too falls into Samira's lap in minutes.
Samira watches in disbelief with tears rolling out, "My hair.. why did you do this aunty why? it was my crowning glory and you just hacked it off. Why?"
Auntie: "When glory gets to the head it needs to be shown its true place darling." Samira sat there looking really weird with her hair still mid parted, braids chopped off. Natasha and her friends start clicking pictures of her on their cells. Samira tries to avoid them by looking away but since she was tied up she couldn't do much with natasha and her friends exploring every angle to click pictures.
In the meanwhile Auntie using her combs and scissors starts styling the remaining hair and in fifteen minutes she shaped a good chin level blunt cut for Samira. She then takes a step behind comes behind Samira, puts her hands palms facing up on both the sides of the blunt hair checking the level and admiring her wonderful work.
Auntie: "Not bad ha. My haircutting skills have still stuck by me in all these years. So my dear Samira how do u feel with waist level hair down to chin level. I m sure you feel so much more lighter," she said laughingly and teasingly.
Samira thinking its all over, shakes her head feeling her hair now only on her cheeks. "Please untie me now, I don't know how i m going to live with such short hair," wanting to get up.
Auntie looking at Natasha and her friends with a wicked smile: " So what do u think of Samira's new blunt. She wants to get up now." Natasha and her friends get up and start screaming in rhythm "Go shorter" "Go shorter" "Go shorter".
Samira in disbelief cries out,"Whats left to cut anyway, just let me go. Enough of your nonsense."
Auntie: " Hmm someone has still not learnt from their mistakes and continues to speak rudely. Okiee u girls will have it. LETS GO SHORTER." Natasha and her friends hearing this shout aloud in glee.
Samira: " I don't believe this you are cutting more. I will complain to my mom, i will complain to the police. you all are torturing a girl here."
Auntie: "Sure no problems go ahead, but the minute you complain to anyone, natasha has clicked some lovely pictures of you getting a haircut. They will be circulated to all your friends in college, everyone in the building and even put online. So do u think complaining is a good idea?"
Samira just burst out crying as shes left with no choice but to continue to sit there and see her hair hacked down further. She realized she is helpless and cant do anything. Auntie consoles her, "Don't cry honey we will give you a better style. You will look cuter." Saying this auntie picks up the brush and starts brushing Samira's hair again. Same way from the crown downwards. Only this time the strokes are faster as the lenght is so much shorter. Samira too feels the brush hard on her scalp.
Then once again auntie neatly parts her hair in the centre and make two fluffy ponytails on both sides which barely fall below the ear. The ponytails look like dogs ears. Natasha comes forward and remarks how cute and lifts both pony tails upwards with her hands and asks her friends to click a picture of her in that pose. Auntie feels glad that her daughter is enjoying it, and asks Samira to smile for the picture but Samira feels completely humiliated and shuts her eyes and looks away. Natasha complains to her mom and auntie tells Samira that if shes not going to smile and look in the camera she will circulate her haircut pictures everywhere. So once again natasha holds Samira's dog ears pony tail up and auntie puts her fingers on Samira's lip ends and stretches them and makes Samira give a fake smile. CLICK CLICK "There you go honey. What a lovely picture." Remarks auntie.
Now auntie without wasting much time gets the scissors closer to the base of the ponytails and chops them off with great ease this time and more hair falls on Samira's lap. Natasha and her friends seeing this start clapping and shouting. Samira just blankly stares in the mirror with tears rolling down her cheeks.
Auntie: "Don't worry darling u still have five to six inches of hair on top," which she quickly styles it into a short bob. She steps behind then to see how it looks. Not very satisfied she says "it looks too plain." Then another idea strikes her and she comes in front of Samira now with a brush pulls her hair in the centre of the head and gathers them in her hand and tries to collect more and more strands into her hands. Then she secures it tightly with a thick pink rubber band which has 2 small teddy bears fastened to it. She adjusts the teddy bears at the base on the small pony and pulls the pony at the end on both sides so that the ponytail stands like a fountain or a coconut tree right in the centre.
Auntie stepping behind: " So tell me little baby what do u think of this cute hairdo?" she asks to tease and embarrass Samira. Samira cant recognize herself in the mirror. She looks into the mirror and as if a 8 year old girl stares back at her. She cant believe this is happening to her. It feels like she would open her eyes and this nightmare would end. But unfortunately the nightmare would continue for Samira.
Natasha and her friends continue taking pictures and with every picture they would exclaim"how cute" "how cute"
Samira got irritated with them and said please now its over just remove this rubber band. i hate this style. So aunty once again goes behind Samira and asks natasha and her friends,"Samira darling doesn't like this hairdo too. she wants to go? what do u think girls?"
Natasha and her friends chirp in rhythm "GO shorter" "Go shorter" "Go shorter". and Samira screams "please aunty no please no more, please thats it, no more." But by now auntie too was enjoying her self and shouts"LETS GO SHORTER"
Samira just gives in. She cant do much. just bites her lips wondering what can be worse than this. But auntie has something in her mind worse than this. she quickly takes her scissors and cuts that fountain ponytail at the base and one more trophy of glory falls on Samira's lap. Then she opens her silver suitcase and takes out her clippers. Samira is shocked with her mouth wide open.
Samira: "This is meant for guys there is no ways auntie you bringing this close to my head.Let me go" she howls.
Auntie: "Don't worry sweety it doesn't pain. You will just get a tickling sensation." She fits number two blade into the clipper, plugs it in and switches it on. BUZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZZ The sound nearly kills Samira and she starts shaking her head frantically and screams "No ways, no ways, pleaseee not this, pleasee i beg u. I will do whatever u say auntie, i will be yours and natasha's maid servant, i will obey whatever u tell me, but pleasee not this. pleaseee." She howlsss.
Auntie gets wild and asks natasha to give her a used panty and once Natasha obliges, she stuffs it into Samira's mouth and gags her. Then pushes her head firmly with the chin touching the Cape in front and starts running the clippers at the back of her head vertically reducing the hair at back at two inches. Once shes done with that she takes the pair of scissors and comb and comes and stands in front of Samira. She combs all the hair in the front towards the forehead and then just above her eyebrows she runs her scissors chopping off all the hair below the eyebrows. So now the hair in the front lies covering the forehead in one line. Thats called a Sadhna haircut. (Sadhna was an actress in India who had similar haircut in the front in one of the movies and it became a very famous haircut for 4 to 5 year old children)
Auntie: "Ohh she looks chooo chweet in that haircut. Maybe we should call u Sadhna baby instead of Samira now." Natasha and her friends start giggling and start calling Samira Sadhna baby and clicking more pictures of her. Samira feels completely defeated and just gives a cold expression. She avoids looking at the mirror in front, but Natasha keeps putting her small makeup mirror in front of her telling her that she just looks like a five year old baby.
Looking at Samira avoiding natasha, Auntie removes the panty from Samira's mouth and tells her, "If you say my name is Sadhna baby and i love my haircut, five times I will untie you.The choice is yours"
Samira considering the mood her aunt and Natasha was in feared that they might even shave all her hair off. So the poor girl with great reluctance, stopping and stammering said it five times , " My name is ..... Saadhna baby.... and... I .. love my ... haircut."
Auntie: "Very Good, thats like a good girl." All the girls around, pointing fingers at Samira giggled and laughed and ridiculed her.
Auntie: "So girls what do u think? Sadhna baby has completed her task.Should we untie her now?" Natasha and her friends look at each other and start clapping their hands and start shoutingggggg "taklu" "taklu" "taklu" ** "shave it all off."
Samira: "No Auntie u promised me u will untie me and let me go. You cant go back on your words. These girls have lost their minds today," looking towards Natasha and her friends.
Auntie: "Of course i will untie u sweety, but i didn't tell u when. Maybe after I ve shaved of your head all smooth." she began laughing loudly.
Samira started crying loudly and her eyes became really big when she saw auntie removing the blade and getting a bare clipper towards her head. Natasha and her friends continued with their rhythmic clapping. Auntie switches it on and the sound of the clipper Buzzzzzzzzzz makes Samira faint this time.
Auntie this time begins with the front, running the clippers vertically in the centre of Samira's head starting from the forehead and moving towards the back. Repeats the same procedure on the left and right front too. Then moving to behind the ears on both sides and finally pushing Samira's head firmly down and completing the back too. Samira was reduced to a stubble barely recognizable. Then aunty brings some shaving cream and first puts some on her fingers and then lavishly spreads over Samira's head. Samira with her eyes half open could feel the chill of the shaving cream and when auntie brought the straight razor towards her head, she literally started shivering, but didn't have any energy left to cry or say anything. She just sat there staring into nothing.
Auntie then with short strokes with the razor starts clearing the stubble. Samira feels a burning sensation with the razor running over her scalp. In no time auntie shaves off Samira's head bald, clean and smooth like a cue ball. She then removes the white Cape from Samira's neck and cleans her bald head. Natasha and her friends rush towards Samira once her aunt in done, to feel her scalp. Running their hands all over her scalp, and chanting "Samira taklu, Samira taklu, Samira taklu." Laughing, giggling and clicking more pictures.
Samira just sat there feeling completely humiliated. She didn't say a word but with tears rolling down her cheeks. For her the entire world had come to an end. Life will not be the same without her most cherished and precious possession, her hair.
Auntie stood in a corner with a wicked smile on her face. She was really glad that she had taught Samira a lesson which she will remember for life. She was also very happy for her daughter Natasha. She had helped her to feel superior now to Samira. Just thinking about Samira who had thick Silky smooth princess like hair an hour back, and now she was unrecognizable with all that hair brutally hacked off. Truly it was a journey from Riches To Rags.