Sourabha Rajyam- The Land Where Women Don't Matter

The Co-Ed College

The building came into view as Anusha, Pravallika and Soukhya crossed the road and turned left. They had been sent to this college by the local OSD Purushottam Rao, as a condition for allowing them to appear for their Semester exams. They had had no choice but to join this college travelling 20+20 kilometers everyday to and from home. They were nervous about the things that might happen to them in this college. What had happened in the previous college had been bad enough but a totally new college in the middle of the year was not a happy alternative. But what could they do? The other option was to sit at home. Only Soukhya was unfazed. She walked with her head held upright as if she had no care in the world; as if she was ruling the world ! it was both enchanting and frightening – enchanting because very few girls had the kind of courage she had; 99% of the girls would just obey the men rather than be in trouble. But Soukhya was like a tigress; no one could tame her into submission. That meant she took far more punishment than the others but that didn’t seem to deter her. It was as if punishment was drawn to her. The side effect of hanging out with Soukhya was that you were either saved from punishment or had to face more humiliation than the others. It was like a tight rope walk. It did help that Soukhya knew karate. She was not a master yet, but could defend herself most of the times. Pravallika wished she had been as brave as Soukhya, but she knew she had been brought up in a different way. Anusha was fine with using any trick she could to get out of trouble and she actually managed to do that somehow. Always !

The three girls paused in front of the large gate of the school. Purushapura Public College, the words on the arch said. “So sexist !” said Soukhya in disdain, “An apt name for a male chauvinistic pigs !”

“Shhhhh! Are you crazy?” whispered Pravallika horrified. “you could be declared PP just on that remark alone. At least let us live in peace! You can go invite trouble if you want. You are from a rich family but I have to complete my schooling. I need this Certificate.”

“Ok, ok. Keep your panties on! No need to be such a scared mouse!” Soukhya brushed off Pravallika’s protests. She kept her temper under control for the rest of the way as they went to the Principal’s office to submit their Transfer Certificates to the Principal.

“So, You are the new meat!” the Principal said, as he looked at them over his half moon glasses. “What do you have to show?” he asked them.

“Sir????” They were unsure how to respond to that question. Which Principal would be crazy enough to ask his girl students such a question??? He was easily more than 50 years of age, old enough to be their grandfather. Yet, such a cheap question?? Soukhya, her cheeks burning red, was about to say something when Anusha stepped on Soukhya’s toe to stop her. “Whatever you wish to see, Sir.” She replied in a humble tone. Soukhya fumed under her breath while Pravallika fidgeted nervously.

“Hmm. You haven’t spoken yet. What is your p***y called?” he asked Pravallika whose face turned beet red at the word.

“P-P-Pravallika S-S-S-Sir !” she stammered very nervous and afraid.

“Hmmm. Show me what you have, Pravallika. Let’s see, if the boys will like your assets. Take off everything!” he ordered.

Pravallika shivered as she slowly started getting out of her clothes. As she stood trying to cover herself in vain, he nodded in approval. He motioned for her to get dressed as he signed on the Transfer Certificates. He pressed the buzzer calling for the UDC.

They had been assigned different sections – Pravallika was in Bsc A, Anusha was in Bsc C, and Soukhya was in Bsc B – the most difficult class – for the girls. Obviously Soukhya always drew the toughest card.

The Attendance

Anusha settled down in the vacant seat in the first row of class Bsc B, as the class teacher entered the class and everyone rose to greet him. As the noise died down, the class leader got up, looked at the class, counted heads and made a note of the absentees.

“Leader, Report!” the teacher commanded. The class leader got up, marched to the teacher, clicked his heels and said, “35 boys and 25 p*****s present sir. Number 21, 24, 48 absent Sir. One new p***y Sir!”

“Who is that New p***y in the class?” Anusha stood up. “Ah! Yes, yes. Come here.” He ordered. As Anusha stood before him, he looked at her for a few seconds before asking, “Do you know how to introduce yourself?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Alright, start.”

“Hi, everyone! I am Anusha Punyala, from Bhairavakonda. I studied in …”

“Stop!”

Anusha looked at the teacher puzzled.

“You are doing it wrong. Srilekha, demo!”

The girl named Srilekha came to the stage, placed her right hand over her left breast, her left hand between her legs and said, “My p***y is named Srilekha. I was produced by a p***y named Sowjanya. My assets are for the pleasure of the men and boys of Purushapura Public College. I pledge to place my p***y at your disposal from today. Thank you for giving my p***y the chance to serve you.” She bowed to the teacher and then to the boys and went to her seat.

“that is how a new p***y gets introduced to the class. Start again!” Anusha was shocked that girls was brought to this level of degradation. She could only imagine how difficult it would be for the shy, timid, Pravallika to give an introduction like this. Soukhya, with her rebellious nature might have already gotten stripped. She would have to ask her later, she thought as she gave the introduction as ordered. If this was how new girls were welcomed here, she could only imagine how horrible it would be as time went by. It seemed they had fallen from the pan into the fire.