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Maybe I was wrong - Part 4
Ridhi reminiscing about the last two years - tying up the open ends
As I sat for my haircut, I did not know to what extent my life was about
to change. Rose, my mom's salon lady, who often came home to do my mom's
hair, nails, waxing and facials, was going to give me a haircut. Since I
had not had a haircut for the last year and more, I did not mind and
since I was not allowed to leave the house for the time being, this was a
good opportunity to clean up a bit. Only when the haircut was done, I
realized the damage it had caused. Not only was a left with a very
feminine bottom of my neck length bob, I was looking scarily pretty. Rose
said I looked like Amrita Rao (not that I had ever seen her in a bob in
any of her films) and mom put her hand to her mouth trying to cover a
giggle. First I was furious but the anger eventually converted to a tear
when I was alone in my room. The biggest shame was in facing Rohan, my
younger brother, who initially couldn't control his laughter but
eventually got over it. Ofcourse the following year, when I didn't clear
my exams once again (which was basically due to a complete lack of
effort), mom enrolled me in a Bharatnatyam class, which I was to attend
en femme. This was preceded by a complete makeover - Rose had come over
once again to cut my hair, which was cut in a longing layer in front
(very Rachel from Friends) and do my eyebrows. All I could do was shed a
tear while Rose lay into my brows.
My first day of Bharatnatyam class was terrifying. I pleaded with mom to
not do this to me but it was too late. As she made me wear a yellow and
white Patiala suit and put up my hair in a high pony (the rules of the
dance school was that I couldn't leave my hair open), my heart was
beating at a terrifying pace. My anklet and silver bracelet didn't help
my case and neither did the light make - up. As I exited my room with
mom, I was praying that I didn't meet Rohan. However, he was there to
look at me at my worst. I tried his best to stifle a giggle but he failed
miserably. Rahul Bhaiya looks like this actress from the movie Main Hoon
Na, I heard him telling mom. Yes, Amrita Rao. And she is Ridhi Didi to
you. Don't forget, mom replied.
The dance instructor had introduced me to the class as Ridhi. I was much
older than most of the girls in the class. Most of them were in their pre
- teen whereas I was over 17. What was worrisome for me and mom was that
puberty seemed to have skipped my room and had straight gone for Rohan's
room. I still had my high pitched voice, soft features and hairless skin,
which allowed the girls to welcome me as one of their own. Dance was
difficult to begin with. It required a lot of strength in my legs and
lower body. Over time I became good at it. I enjoyed the time I spent
there since it was the only time for me outside home. The other girls and
I used to have ice-cream every once in a while outside the school gate
from the ice-cream parlor which we cherished, since it was the only
outside company I had. Ridhi didi, you look so similar to Amrita Rao, one
of the girls had smiled and said once. I had smiled back and replied,
Aww, thanks sweetie. I have been told that before.
The present day - from Ridhi's perspective
As we waited for Naina's brother to come by, I noticed my brother putting
his arms over the Naina's shoulder. Awww, that's sweet, I thought. One
day, may be I will have my own girl friend. Or boy friend. I wasn't sure
anymore - about anything. Naina's brother walked in after while. He was
Rohan's height - tall but slender. He looked cute. God! I needed to stop
hanging out so much with girls. My mindset was being altered.
Hi, I am Arjun, Naina's brother, he smiled at me and said. Hi Arjun, I am
Ridhi, Rohan's sister. He seemed pleasant. Soon we were all talking
animatedly about the latest shows, movies and music. You know,
considering we live in Mumbai, you would think we would meet more movie
stars, Naina quipped. Till then, we have to make good with an Amrita Rao
lookalike, Arjun replied looking at me. I caught myself blushing and
Rohan was a bit flabbergasted. His brother was being hit on by his
girlfriend's brother! Naina giggled and said, Oh Yaaa! I was trying to
place the movie star you reminded me of. Now that Arjun mentions it,
Ridhi, you totally look like Amrita Rao. Especially her eyes and smile.
Thanks sweetie, I responded shyly, suddenly very conscious. Also her
petite frame, said Arjun smiling. Oooh that charmer. I couldn't help
blushing and flirt punching him. Naina giggled and said, Arjun! Stop it.
You are flirting with Ridhi in front of her brother! What is happening?
What are you doing? Rohan messaged me on whatsapp. I didn't know. I was
having a great time.
Ridhi reminiscing again
I remember the boy in Goa taking me out of the party after a few drinks.
I was quite buzzed but when we sat on the park bench outside the hotel, I
caught myself resting my head on his shoulders. I had tried to keep my
legs together in the most ladylike way possible but before I could get
things in order, I felt lips on my lips. It felt nice and I reciprocated.
His tongue entered my mouth and I welcomed it. I wasn't thinking and by
the time I did, it was too late. Mom had seen it and my self esteem was
shattered. I had begged mom to drive us back to Mumbai the next day and
she agreed. I dressed as conservatively as possible. Thankfully, I was
carrying a light pink salwar with white and silver work, which I teamed
by braiding my hair. I covered my head with the baby pink dupatta and
shielded my eyes with sunglasses. I couldn't let anyone see my eyes that
day.
The following week was the dance recital and I had asked for mom's help
to dress me up. I was so conflicted but I knew I wanted to dance at the
recital. She seemed delighted to do so. I had a customized light purple
blouse and a purple saree of the same hue. Mom told me to wear the padded
bra, the petticoat and the blouse before she came in. While I struggled
with the blouse, I kept staring at the mirror. I did look scarily like
Amrita Rao. And she was beautiful. And so was I. This sudden realization
injected me with a sense of confidence that I thought I had lost for
ever. Once mom came in, her task was to tame my super thick below
shoulder length hair and build it into a simple Indian chignon. I sat at
the dresser as she combed my hair, telling me about her day. I couldn't
concentrate, thinking only of my recital. By the time I had regained my
attention, I saw my hair done in a middle parting in front and tight
simple chignon at the back of my head. I felt a hundred hairclip digging
into my scalp and tugging at my hair. I was a feminizing feeling and an
empowering one. Mom then did my make up. Overdose of black liner, scarlet
lipstick, pink blush and eyeshadow, all over the canvas of primer and
foundation. I looked beautiful. Once she made my wear the saree and
clipped it nicely, I was staring at myself in shock. I was a gorgeous. I
shyly left my room with mom and she called out to Rohan. I had clasped my
hands together in front of my and looked at him - half in shame, half
expecting a complement. His mouth was open. Ridhi didi, he had said, you
are so beautiful! It took a bit of an effort not to cry.
The present day - from Ridhi's perspective
The lunch with Naina and Arjun ended and Rohan and I rode home in
silence. Ridhi, I need to speak to you once we get home, Rohan said. I
knew what he wanted to speak about but I wasn't in the mood. Rohan, lets
talk tomorrow. Today I need to go for my dance practice and then study as
well, I responded. He didn't push. However, it was another case with mom.
Ridhi, I want to speak to you, she had messaged me. I knew once she was
home, things would be serious.
I sat in at my dresser wearing my cute new PJs and trying to fishtail
braid my hair, mom walked in. She saw me in my ultra feminine moment and
shut the door. Ridhi, we need to talk. I found these in your room, she
said holding up the estrogen tablets. I wasn't quite prepared for that
and started foolishly at her. You need to speak to me. What is this you
are doing? And do you know how dangerous this is? she nearly screamed. I
stood up tall and said, Mom, you made Rose cute my hair in a girls
hairdo. You went and bought me women's wear. You forced me to join
bharatnatyam. What is my decision in all this? I said quietly. That
doesn't answer my question! Mom bellowed. Yes it does. You decided my
fate and this is it! I retorted. Mom sat down on the bed staring at me. I
turned away from her, went to my dresser, picked up my new nail paint and
started applying them. Ridhi, what do you want? Do you want to live as a
woman? If so, then let us go to a doctor and get the proper medicines. If
not, stop this at once! Mom was on the verge of tears. Now was the time
to scream, Mom, you did this to me. I didn't ask for it. I don't know
what I am now and what path I am taking. I am happy today being Ridhi and
don't force your decision on people like you do in your boardroom.
Epilogue
Rohan had been introduced to the company's inner workings. While mom
retained control, Rohan was next in line. I sat in the parlour getting my
hair, skin and make-up done for my wedding. As I sat in my pink and
silver legenga, I saw Rose do my hair in a big elaborate chignon
befitting a bride. Of course, I had to grow my hair till the small of my
back to get that chignon right. Rose put the long gold hair ornament on
the middle parting of my hair and fixed it down with a hairclip. She made
my face up in different tones of pink. That was my favorite color. She
encircled my hair bun with pink flowers. I wore the long gold jhumkas
myself and the gold bangles. As she covered my head with the ghoongat and
attached clips to it to prevent it from falling off, I thought of the
fateful day that I had met Arjun. I stood up once Rose was done, lifted
the lehenga with the tip of my fingers and walked to the car to take me
to the wedding venue. Mom was not wrong in her decision, she just chose
for me. It was a right choice. I wasn't meant for business, I was meant
to be homemaker, caring for my husband, looking pretty and being a
professional danseuse. As in walked into the wedding venue, I heard
audible gasps from guests. I heard someone say, she is so beautiful.
Doesn't she look so much like Amrita Rao? I knew that. And Arjun was a
lucky man.
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