Jagat

  I was remembering back to my first time in Vrindavan in the 70s and 80s. There used to be a semi-crazy guy in Loi Bazaar who was dressed as a Haridasi sadhu, but embellished with various colorful accoutrements. This is a current version, but he is not the only one. To some degree we are all crazy like that. I was walking back home in the evening through Kishore Pura, and this fellow rolls up on his motorcycle. He is covered in flashing electronic signs that say Radhe Radhe and peacock feathers everywhere, flower garlands both real and in paper. He quickly attracted a crowd of children and had them all shouting Radhe ! Radhe!