Legendary Head Shave Tales
Meghana had always been fascinated by trendy hairstyles, but in her strict South Indian Christian convent school, even a small haircut was frowned upon. One evening, curiosity got the best of her. While at a mall with friends, she slipped into a salon unnoticed.
“Give me an undercut and shave it with guardless trimmer” she told the barber. The buzzing sound of the trimmer sent chills down her spine, but she bit her lip and held still. Within minutes, the back of her head was shaved clean. Running her fingers over the smooth skin, she felt a rush of excitement. As she walked out, her friends didn’t suspect anything. She adjusted her hair carefully, making sure the shaved part was hidden.
For days, Meghana moved cautiously. She avoided running, bending down, or letting anyone touch her hair. She tied her hair low and tight, constantly checking in mirrors to ensure nothing was visible. At night, she would sneak into the bathroom and admire her undercut, feeling a strange thrill as she touched the shaved portion.
But secrets don’t stay hidden for long in a hostel full of gossiping girls. One breezy morning during assembly, a strong gust of wind lifted her hair for just a second. The class monitor standing behind her gasped.
“Meghana, what happened to your hair?” she whispered in shock. Meghana quickly adjusted her hair, but it was too late. The whispers had begun. By lunchtime, the entire school was buzzing. “She went to a salon!” “She shaved the back like a boy!” “She’s going against convent rules!”
Girls stole glances at her in the dining hall, and even a few seniors smirked. Meghana felt her heart pound. She avoided everyone’s eyes, but deep inside, she knew it was only a matter of time before the teachers found out. That evening, Sister Mary entered the classroom with a stern face. “Meghana, come with me,” she ordered. Meghana’s legs trembled as she followed her to the staffroom, where four nuns and her class teacher sat in silence.
“Take off your hairband,” Sister commanded. Meghana hesitated, but under their piercing glares, she slowly removed it. The room fell into stunned silence as the shaved patch was exposed. “You did this on purpose?” Sister Mary’s voice was sharp. Meghana lowered her head. “I… I didn’t think it was wrong,” she mumbled.
“This is a convent school, not a fashion parade!” another teacher snapped. “This behavior is unacceptable,” Sister Agnes declared. “Your mother must be informed immediately.” The next morning, her mother arrived, dressed in a crisp saree, looking annoyed. “What now?” she sighed, glancing at Meghana. “Sister, I am a busy woman. What’s the issue?” “Your daughter has violated school discipline,” Sister Mary explained. “A punishment must be given to set an example.” Her mother looked at Meghana with disappointment. “Why do you always create problems for me?” she muttered.
Mrs. Fernandes sighed. “Did you really think you could hide it?” Meghana swallowed hard. “I… I didn’t mean—” “Enough!” Sister Mary’s voice was final. “This school demands discipline.” Sister Agnes leaned in. “There’s only one solution—her head must be shaved completely.”
Meghana’s breath caught. “No, please!” “You brought this upon yourself,” Sister Mary declared. “Tomorrow morning, this nonsense ends.” And her mother had already made up her mind. “If this is what they want, let them do it. I don’t have time for such nonsense.” And she left. Next morning Meghana was taken to the small convent salon. The stern warden stood beside her as an elderly nun prepared the razor.
Meghana sat in the chair, her breath shaky. The nun roughly gathered her long hair and chopped it off with scissors. Thick, black strands fell onto the floor. Meghana clenched her fists. Then came the clippers. Buzzzzzzz! The cold metal touched her scalp, and she shivered. The vibration sent tingles down her spine as the nun moved the clippers from her nape to the top, stripping away everything.
Meghana’s chest tightened. Her once-proud locks were reduced to tiny, rough stubble. Finally, the nun wiped her head clean with a damp cloth. “Done,” she said coldly, handing Meghana a mirror. Meghana barely recognized herself. Her head was smooth and round, her brown skin glistening under the light. Tears welled in her eyes.
As she stepped out of the salon, sunlight hit her bare scalp directly. The cool breeze felt strange against her exposed skin. The moment she entered the hostel corridor, all eyes turned to her. Some girls giggled, some gasped, and some whispered behind their hands. By lunchtime, the dining hall fell silent as she walked in.
“She actually got shaved…” one girl murmured. Meghana swallowed hard, holding her head high despite the humiliation. That night, she lay in bed, her hand resting on her smooth scalp. She had thought the undercut would make her look stylish, bold. But now, all she felt was regret.
