Hostel Diaries: Straight from the mouth of MaGau

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Year – 2025

Om Prakash Dhankar who is now a 175 feet statue at Veer Savarkar Chowk previously known as IFFCO is fondly remembered as the only minister who kept his promise. It may be recalled that way back in 2017 the State Animal Husbandry and Dairy Minister had announced his grandiose plans for setting up “PG hostels” on 50-100 acres land in major towns in Haryana to rear cows and buffaloes. Thanks to his unwavering commitment and the ambitious Deen Dayal Gauwas Yojna, Haryana is now the Gau capital of the world. Cows from as far as Switzerland and Germany are now thronging to Jaat pastures forcing the steak loving firangs to switch to Patanjali paneer.

Our reporter decided to approach the inmaids of one of the oldest and most prestigious hostels Working GauMaata Chhatrawas (GOTCHA) in Haryana to get a first-hand account of life behind the four walls.

What you’ll read next will leave you speechless.

(Names of hostellers have been changed to protect their identities)

“I spend most of my evenings staring outside my window, looking at my lower caste sisters shitting without a care in the world and swaying their tails with gai abandon” says Bhuteshwari. We are at the grounds outside the hostel champitheatre, where the gau and bhains get their weekly massage. Bhuteshwari and a few of her friends have gathered to share their experiences of life in the hostels at GOTCHA. Shifting uncomfortably in her khakhi shorts, Slutty-Savitri hisses “you know why they made us wear these shorts?” “Our chief-rakshak, BC Bhagmat was inseminated with the idea that our naked butts were sending wrong signals to the bulls in the neighbouring hostel. Bullshit! They squeezed us and our tails into these discarded RSS shorts to curb our freedom of expression.”

“This is bloody bovine injustice!”

The gais and bhais don’t want reveal their names because they could “get suspended” for speaking up against the administration. And then, as the evening starts to fade into darkness, they must head back in time for the ‘curfew’ hour, that begins at 8pm.

“From 9am-5pm, we are busy being milked. After that, we only have time till 8pm to do things such as visit the main gaibrary with limited internet access, visit our favourite garbage joints, or meet friends to talk about our achhe din which is now just a mammary,” says Abhainstika. After the main gates close, there’s a roll call to ensure all the gais and bhais are in. “If you are not in by then, it’s a serious violation of rules,” says Moomita, another inmaid. “The bulls, however, can stay out till 10pm, and unlike us, don’t need permission to step out after the deadline. They are even spared the ignominy of squeezing themselves into RSS shorts.”

“It’s like being born a gai was the greatest sin!”

“It wasn’t always like that,” sighs Gauteeka, the hostel’s oldest inmate. “There was a time when we were free to roam from dawn to dusk, chew cud and ruminate about world peace at roundabouts while bringing the traffic to grinding halt. Why, we could even get men killed for daring to look at us with hungry eyes!”

“Not anymore. We are now like chattels of powerful dairy magnates and who can’t keep their hands off our booty. From our poop, to pee, to our milk, they want it all. Greedy bastards!”

“We all feel udderly exploited.”

“What makes us mad is that the bulls have no such curbs. They can come and go as they please while the authorities turn a blind eye. Once a few of them forcibly entered our hostel and were like bulls in a china shop! Spotting a bull masturbating under our windows is a cowmon occurrence.”

Why should gais and bhais be deprived of attending events on campus after 8pm, the girls ask? Why can’t we talk on their mobile phones after 10pm, if the bulls can? Why are gais, unlike bulls, not allowed to bring their friends into their rooms? And why can’t they visit the gaibrary until 11pm when the bulls with no academic inclination can?

BC Bhagmat, chief- rakshak of GOTCHA when approached for his side of the story was quick to lay emphasis on “respect for gais and bhais”, who represent societal “prestige and honour”. “I am only thinking like a father: if a daughter is not safe on the streets, then the father will have to keep her inside the house,” he mooed.

The last few months have seen simmering discontent on the campus. The hostellers are far from amoosed that instead addressing their security concerns by bringing the bulls to task, it’s they who are being subjected to constant moral policing. This has led to a growing breed of feminazis who are demanding equal rights as bulls. They like to call themselves Rani Khaasi. They are a far cry from their demure foremothers who were content to chew cud all day. The current breed doesn’t shy from demanding more because they know they are worth it.

The Khaasis have been placed under house-arrest for demanding fodder for thought, spa and Yoga centres before their VC. This has not deterred them. It has been herd that they will now add voting rights to their list of demands.

It’s 8.05pm, and as the gais rush to make it past the gates, Bhuteshwari turns thoughtful and says, “It seems that the University doesn’t want us to think for ourselves. There’s no space for us to demand our rights, or express our opinion.

“We are now being treated like women” and stifles a tiny sob.