Boys Will Be Boys
Walking along the Cauvery at what seemed to be a sangam (confluence of water) at Srirangapatna, I saw this really reluctant boy, prodded with loud voices of his father, taking the waist-cloth off and walking to the water for a holy dip only to return back. I guess all he wanted to was to keep playing in the water. He looked bored of the pundit who was chanting shlokas. He kept looking at the water.
The ghat was full of Brahmins performing a variety of religious rituals. For the time I watched, all rituals ended in a dip or had a dip in between for some people.
Further up, somewhere close to where Tipu Sultan died, I saw them, much different from the one that I had been observing. They were more of the free kind. Few were playing with marbles. One was eating (probably a mix of rice and curd) while the other just looked on. By the time we left, all (around five of them) started playing some game.
The ghat was full of Brahmins performing a variety of religious rituals. For the time I watched, all rituals ended in a dip or had a dip in between for some people.
Further up, somewhere close to where Tipu Sultan died, I saw them, much different from the one that I had been observing. They were more of the free kind. Few were playing with marbles. One was eating (probably a mix of rice and curd) while the other just looked on. By the time we left, all (around five of them) started playing some game.