The Truth About Me: A Hijra Life Story by A. Revathi

The Truth About Me by A. Revathi

[A quick note, not more than mildly accurate: “Hijra” is a term for a particular form of transgendered person, a “physiological male who adopts a feminine gender identity, women’s clothing and other feminine gender roles“. The term, and the social construct (I am definitely using the wrong terminology here), seems to me to be particular to the Indian subcontinent. In India, the hijra community is marginalised geographically, economically and socio-politically; hijras find it difficult to get employment, official recognition in their feminine identities, or protection from the various arms of the law and judiciary. Usually, generally, hijras live together in strict hierarchical familial homes; they are most often self-employed in sex work, begging, and religious/spiritual/superstitious blessings (and curses!). A hijra is not the same as transgendered male-to-female person, though obviously there is room for overlap.]

Depending on your social awareness, A. Revathi is a fairly well-known activist in Bangalore. She works with Sangama, a Bangalore-based NGO for sexual minorities facing oppression. Her first book, Unarvum Uruvamum (loosely translated as “Feelings and the Whole Body”) documented her field studies with hijras in the state of Tamil Nadu. The Truth About Me: A Hijra Life Story, is her second book, and her autobiography. It is translated from the original Tamil by V. Geetha.

The story opens in small village in Tamil Nadu. Doraisamy was the youngest of five children – the fourth boy. He grew up shy, culturally effeminate, with an inclination to dress as a girl and do traditionally female activities around the house – the domestic chores, the games, the singing and dancing. As an indulged youngest child, this behaviour must at first have seemed merely precious. It was harder to ignore as he grew older; Doraisamy spends his childhood years with a growing unease as he tries to negotiate his body’s incongruity with his inner desires and natural talents. In a family where every flaw is punished by physical violence  one of Doraisamy’s brothers has a penchant for beating him with cricket bats  Doraisamy’s dangers are not just about acceptance but also for his safety.

In his mid-teens he met a group of like-spirited men, who introduced him to visiting hijras. Doraisamy stole some money and an earring from his mother, and ran away from home. He went to Delhi, where his chosen “guru” (“teacher”, here treated as mentor/mother) lived, and asked her to take him – her – under her wing.

As Revathi, she could dress, walk, talk as a woman. But she is, of course, a hijra, that liminal third-sex, and so she was constrained to live and earn in specific places, in specific manners. The story follows Revathi’s life as she moved from city to city, from Hijra House to House. Revathi yearned to live freely, to love, to be a woman – for me it was a bit odd to place myself in the mindset of someone who defined womanhood in terms of the loving, dignified service which seems so oldfashioned, today, even oppressive if viewed as the only option. The hijra elders forbade her (and as far as I can make out, still forbid their younger, mentored daughters) from taking a husband, or a steady man. Proscribed from marriage, unable to work, unrecognised by the state bureaucracy, Revathi had only three options to make money – she could beg, she could bless, or she could do sex work. Initially, she begged, in the flamboyant, utterly recognisable hijra style; but she felt restricted and constrained by the rules and demands of her hijra House, with her guru and her sisters. One of the underlying themes of Revathi’s life is that for each step she took to attaining her desires – the nirvaanam or castration, the financial power, the recognition, support and intimacy of other hijras who knew what she was going through, and applauded her zeal and valued her as a person – she recognised new avenues of desire, of freedom, she now incoherently yearned for.

A large part of the novel is taken up with her steps into sex work – it’s hard to understand, to remember how limited her choices within the hijra Houses were, but in essence, at the age of twenty Revathi decided to take up sex work in order to fulfill her sexual desires. This was the only way, at the time, that she could come close to sexual satisfaction. But being a sex worker, and sexual minority, means that you get the wrong kind of attention. Revathi does mention that she had moments of happiness in her life, but details in dry  terms the brutal facts of life as a hijra – the dangers, the assaults, the rapes. Her tone while she describes the violence committed on her body – by clients, by random rowdies, by policemen – is one of matter-of-fact reportage. Revathi wants us to feel her pains and her sorrows, but her sufferings are not sensationalised; her dramatic moments are for her spiritual, emotional traumas.

Aside from the problems she has outside the hijra Houses and within – oppressive gurus, infighting with other hijras, battles with other Houses – Revathi maintains a fragile relationship with her family, whose acceptance of her new state is grudging at best. Aside from the tensions surrounding her gender identity, her family is involved in long-standing conflict over the parental property. To split it between three sons and one “daughter” is no laughing matter, especially when the daughter has so few avenues of income and is sensitive to rejection; let’s not talk about the sons, one of whom is basically a terrible brother.

When Revathi finally moved to Bangalore (apparently a hotspot of hijra


Houses), she found “daughters” of her own, three young people from educated, fairly well-to-do families. The difference between these three hijras and the others of Revathi’s acquaintance are startling – they were not comfortable within the hijra Houses, requiring more freedom and space, they did not dress conservatively outside of sex work. Revathi sympathised with their desires, and gave them the freedom they wanted and needed. One of these daughters was Famila – another recognisable name. Famila was a dynamic hijra-feminist-queer activist. She died in 2004, and so I personally only ever see her from the points of view of the people who knew her and worked with her. Though nominally under Revathi’s care, it is Famila who drew her into the realm of social activism, by introducing her to Sangama. Revathi defied hijra custom by taking a paying job at Sangama, where she learned about her rights, about what could be done to educate other people about those rights. Sangama gave Revathi the language to express her dissatisfaction and her desires, her need for her hijra sisters as well as her discomfort within their confining homes. Revathi’s narrative evolves through the book from the simple to the more sophisticated. While the prose never attempts artistic stylisation, it is direct, heartfelt, and very honest. Within those boundaries of “plain prose” one sees the evolution of a Revathi whose thoughts and feelings grow clearer and attain more gravity. It’s an interesting technique, all the more for being so understated.

For all that Revathi defines her loves and her duties in terms of service to those she cared for, she maintains a fierce, passionate espousal of her rights as a human being: to be treated with dignity, respect and acceptance. There’s a note of ruthless practicality throughout her memoir that testifies to the affirmation of life, of being alive and whole, that she must make everyday to be the person she wants to be.

I wouldn’t recommend The Truth About Me to someone looking for an easy read, nor is it perhaps the best book to pick up if you’re looking for a detailed explanation of the hijra way of life in the Houses, the hierarchies and the rituals – A. Revathi documents them as they affect her life, but her aim in her autobiography is to speak for herself, her life, sorrows and joys, not for the entire hijra community. At times the book is extremely uncomfortable, even distressing. But it is a direct, plainspoken narrative of the life of someone who lives on the margins, in the liminal spaces that we in the mainstream ignore, are uneducated about and are sometimes actively hostile towards. It’s an engaging story of a woman who does not hide her flaws or her virtues, with clear sight and judgement of the world she lives in. I’m glad I picked up this book, and I shall be lending it around to everyone I can make read it.

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15 responses to “The Truth About Me: A Hijra Life Story by A. Revathi

  1. hi
    am interesting to meet wth hijras, am in bangalore
    so plz gve contact details send me my mail…………

  2. Dear all pls dont see them as hijiras pls see them as human beings. if u people are not able to see them in that way no problem but pls dont hurt them. they have rights to live as we have, government has to come forward to help them and they have to give them chance to participate in elections so that every one will be same there will be no ups and downs between them and us…..pls dont see them as hijiras pls see them as human beings…its natures problem not theres .

  3. I want to talk with u personaly to tel my felings.

  4. Nithyanandan Viswanathan Sharma


  5. Got the chance to read this book…’s really an eyeopener and its high time we recognise these people and make an effort towards the direction in helping them to lead a respectful life like any other human being..would love to meet Revthi someday..i admire her courage to come out in open …

  6. Respect Mam,
    i cried at every chapter, the words the phrases are commendable…..and the way you knitted them i personally could feel your pain…anguish….
    i salute you and the entire community of blessed eunuchs……

    thank you for this new ray of enlightenment.

  7. Mahendra Bhishma

    A novel “KINNER KATHA”( In Hindi) writen by me .Published by Samayik Prakashan New Delhi .a landmark novel about Hijra’S life. Mahendra Bhishma Lucknow U.P. mob. 08004905043 email

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  11. rishikant tripathi

    excellent ,bhisma ,i am with you

  12. Story of the life

  13. i need this book urgently..If someone has this book in softform plz plz plz mail me as soon as is my mail i.d…kindlymsil me plz

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