My Mothers headshave story part 2

Hi friends, I am Ravi. Today, I wanted to share my experience with you. In this story, I will be telling you about my mother’s second tonsure (Gundu - Shaved Head) experience.

Currently, our family consists of me (22), Mom (48), Dad (54), and Sister (14)—these are the present ages. I have a headshave fetish, and my interest started when I saw my mother's tonsure once when I was young. She got her first tonsure in 2016, and since then, my interest has grown a lot.

Getting into the main story: After Mom's tonsure in August (the one before this story), I enjoyed her bald head a lot. Touching her head daily, giving her an oil massage once a week—it was wonderful. Slowly, her hair started growing back, and I used to go with her when she went to school (I assume you mean college/work/some classes).

One day, while my parents and I were discussing my studies, my sister's haircut topic came up. Mom mentioned that since she recently got a tonsure, she should get a bob cut once her hair grew a little. I then heard Mom say something important. She had actually vowed to offer her hair (tonsure) two times, but she felt doing it immediately wouldn't look good, so she planned to do it after about 4 or 5 months.

Here was our conversation: A (Amma/Mom), N (Nenu/Me), D (Daddy/Dad).

Dad: Oh, but next month we have the house warming ceremony.

Mom: Yes, so?

Dad: Will you sit with a bald head for the pooja (worship)?

Mom: No, we'll go a week after the house warming is done.

Dad: Okay then, but will both of you (Mom and Sister) get tonsured this time too?

Mom: Yes.

Me: Mom, another tonsure?

Mom: Yes, dear.

Me: When?

Mom: We have to check and go after the house warming.

Me: Mom, I want to come!

Dad: We'll see.

This continued until December, when our house warming was completed. Things got back to normal in about a week. That day was a Friday, and my mom and dad were talking about something.

Mom: How can you say no now?

Dad: You two go. Anyway, Ravi also said he'd come.

Me: What's going on, Dad? What is it, Mom?

Dad: It's about going to Urukundaki (our family temple name). I have some work.

Mom: See, your Dad said we'd all go, and now he's saying no.

Me: When are we going?

Mom: Monday.

Me: If it's Monday, I won't come, I have school (I had forgotten about the tonsure matter).

Mom: If you don't come, how will I go?

Me: It's a holiday on Sunday, right? We can go then.

Dad: Yes, that's better.

Mom: But I don't know if the Kalyana Katta (the place for tonsuring at the temple) will be open today (I was shocked, then remembered the tonsure, and felt excited!).

Dad: Why wouldn't it be? It will be.

Mom: If we go and it's closed, it's a waste. Why don't you go to school, and we'll go?

I felt dull, wondering what she would say if I said I'd come on Monday.

Dad: Let's go on Sunday then. I will come too.

Mom: Okay, then we will go on Sunday.

My happiness knew no bounds! My mom was going to get a tonsure again! This time, she had short hair, almost as short as mine. I was excited on Saturday, went to school, and came back. When Mom said we were leaving early the next day, I was full of joy.

The next day, we woke up at 6 am and started by 7 am. Dad dropped us at the bus stand on his bike. After reaching there, the bus hadn't come yet. Dad received a call. He moved aside, talked, and came back. He said a customer urgently needed pipes and taps, so he had to leave. He told Mom and my sister to go, and he would come with us later. Mom was a bit doubtful, "Why don't we all go together later? It would be a waste if the Katta is closed." Then, a woman nearby told us that the Katta would be open that day. Hearing this, Dad said, "You go ahead. Why delay the ritual? We can go together anytime." Mom agreed.

We waited a while, but no bus came. We asked, and found an auto going near the temple, so we took it. We reached right near the main gate of the temple. Even though it was Sunday, there was a rush. When we asked in the line, they said there was some special pooja that day, so the darshanam (seeing the deity) would be late, maybe two hours. Hearing that:

Mom: Hey Ravi, since the darshanam will be late, let's go eat something.

Me: Yeah, sure, Mom.

We went, had tiffin, and came back near the temple.

Mom: Hey, go get two tokens for the tonsure. We will wait here.

Me: Okay, sure.

When I went, they weren't giving tokens. I later learned that because there were too many people, there would be no tokens; we had to go directly. When I told Mom, she agreed, and we went to the Katta.

There was almost no rush at the Katta. There was one family getting the 'first-hair-offering' (putuventrakalu) for a baby and two elderly people. There were two barbers: a father and his son, about 12 or 13 years old. They had come for the few 'first-hair' offerings that were there that day. The barber-father was doing the baby's offering, and his son was tonsuring the two elderly people. The boy was working very slowly.

The barber asked if we wanted a tonsure or just a haircut. I said "tonsure" (Gundu). He asked us to go buy blades from the shop outside. I went and brought two blades. In the meantime, the barber's son finished tonsuring the elderly people and was free. The barber-father asked who was going first. Mom held my sister and said, "Both of us."

Barber (M): Sister (Akka), please sit.

Mom: "Sit down, beta," she told my sister. But my sister was a little scared seeing the young boy.

Mom: (To the barber) Theirs can wait.

Barber: It's okay, sister. He also does a good job, just a bit slow.

But my sister wouldn't listen.

Barber: Sister, I will do the girl's. You can sit here.

Mom was a bit hesitant; it felt awkward to get tonsured by a small boy. That was visible on her face.

Barber: It's okay, sister.

Mom: He is a child. What if he makes nicks (cuts)? It would be a problem.

Barber: Oh no, he won't make any cuts, sister. (He looked at his son) Hey, do it slowly for the sister. Even if it takes time, there shouldn't be any cuts.

The boy also nodded "Okay." Mom thought that since there was still one more barber (the father), she might get him later.

Mom: Okay. (She gave me her bag), and sat down in front of the boy, slightly shyly.

The boy asked me for the blade. I gave it to him, and he put it into the razor handle. Mom sat down, adjusting her saree, still a bit shy. The boy told her to move forward. Mom moved forward. He took some water from the jug nearby with his hand and started wetting her hair. Since he was a small boy, the water wasn't covering her head properly. I noticed that the hair on the back of Mom's head was not wet at all. Just as he took the razor and got ready to shave, I pointed out that the back hair was completely dry.

Mom: Really? Check once.

I directly placed my hand on her hair, wet it, and showed her that the back was indeed dry. At that moment, the barber-father stopped his work, came to the side, and said:

Barber-Father: Sister, come here a little.

Mom: (Yes), and Mom moved slightly to the side.

Barber-Father: Sister, please bow your head.

Mom: Hmm, and she bowed her head.

The barber-father thoroughly wet her head and then said, "Now you can sit," and went back to his work. Mom went back and sat in front of the boy. I was watching with great interest.

Mom: Boy, it's okay if you are slow, but please make sure there are no cuts.

Boy (P): Yes, Madam.

He moved all of Mom's hair to the front. Since it was short hair, he took the razor and placed it in the center of Mom's head.

Boy: Madam, should I start?

Mom: "Yes," she said. Water was streaming down Mom's face.

Boy: Madam, chant 'Govinda'.

Mom started chanting 'Govinda Govinda'. The boy gave the first small stroke. Hair fell onto Mom's saree. He held Mom's cheeks, slightly lifted her head, and started shaving. He was shaving very slowly. All the hair was clinging to her saree. Some hair was stuck to her face because of the water. He was very, very slow. I was fully enjoying it. He shaved the front a little, then held her face and turned it to the left side to shave. The hair was sticking to Mom's cheeks. Seeing short hair shaved off and the hair clinging to her cheek was a sight on a different level. I was completely excited, and I covered it with the bag (to hide my face, I assume).

I looked, and the barber-father had finished the person he was working on. He called my sister, but she wouldn't go, clinging to Mom instead.

Mom: (To the boy) One minute, please.

She stopped the boy in the middle of the tonsure and talked to the barber-father.

Mom: Likki (My sister's nickname), go sit down.

She wouldn't go. So Mom said, "Okay, wait. I'll come after mine is done."

Mom tilted her head again. The boy started again, holding the front right side and shaving. He had almost finished the front. He asked Mom to turn, and she did. All the hair on Mom's saree was falling to the ground. I went and stood in front of Mom. The view was absolutely mind-blowing. Seeing Mom like that, with hair stuck to her face from the water, was incredible.

The boy poured some water, placed his hand on Mom's head, and held it back to start shaving the back side. He was doing it slowly and neatly. He kept shaving until he had almost finished. It took about 10 minutes for him to finish Mom's tonsure.

After Mom's tonsure, she got up and removed all the hair stuck to her. I also helped. Then Mom took my sister and went to sit down, holding her sister on her lap. The barber-father started wetting my sister's hair. Even though it was short hair, he poured a lot of water on it. Mom was already wet, and the water being poured on my sister also splashed onto Mom, making her completely wet.

The barber-father started my sister's tonsure. Being experienced, he was a bit faster. All the hair was falling into Mom's lap. Mom was holding my sister's head straight so she wouldn't move. Soon, my sister's front tonsure was done. He asked her to turn around. Mom made my sister sit reversed on her lap. The hair on my sister's face was sticking to Mom's face and saree. The barber quickly finished my sister's tonsure.

Both of them got up. Mom removed the hair from my sister, from her face and back. I also removed some of my sister's hair that was stuck to Mom's cheeks.

Afterward, we all went to the river. Seeing Mom and my sister with their heads shaved together, among the ladies, was a sight. Mom and my sister bathed and returned. After changing dresses and having the darshanam (seeing the deity), the bus was late, so we waited there. Mom was rubbing her head, and my sister was doing the same. Suddenly, I saw a light patch of hair near Mom's ear. I pointed it out. Mom checked and agreed it was there.

We wondered what to do now, and we went to the Katta. They were about to close. We asked about the light hair patch. The barber (Barber-Father, I assume) shaved that hair off.

On the way back, I offered Mom the cap from the bag, but she didn't wear it. The bus arrived. The bus was full of women. Mom was the only one with a shaved head, and her head was shining brightly. When we got home, Dad also called Mom "Gundu" (Bald Head) for a few days.

I want to clarify for everyone: This is a 100% real story. My mom has actually had a tonsure 5 times:

1st tonsure: August 2016

2nd tonsure: August 2019

3rd tonsure: December 2019 (This story)

4th tonsure: August 2023

5th tonsure: November 2023

I didn't see the 2016 tonsure, so I didn't write about it. I saw the next 4 times my mom got a tonsure. So, there are a total of 4 parts. This is the 2nd one. I will write the remaining 2 parts soon.

Thank you for reading. Please tell me how the story is. I will write the next story soon. Your comments and likes will give me the interest to write.

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