…as in NO idea whatsoever what was going on here.
We were in Safdarjung Enclave, on a roof terrace, when we heard drumming. So obviously I peered down through the wires and cables, to see what was going on in the street below.
Take drummers + stark naked man + wheelchair and, please, you tell me what on earth was going on.
No-one around seemed to have any better idea, so this is my theory: the gentlemen is a holy man of sorts. Who needs a wheelchair. And doesn’t wear any clothes. And who carries a peacock feather fan.
Here you go, judge for yourself…
Said it before, saying it once again. There is no such thing as dull in India.