The only retard observation I could make was that all the crowd was facing the vocalist (sitting amongst them on the stairs that lead to R. Ganga). They twisted about their neck and waist to face in that general direction, as if it were the epicenter of some devotional waves. It was disturbing how the weight of their vision would carry a great significance towards how they would frame a thought or discourse on their God. For once, those with cursory glances seemed more religious - they were understanding aspects of religion rather than just giving in to how somebody else interprets it and feeds it to you.
Being a witness to the creation of a stereotype: to be (or superficially feel like being) committed to God, you have to put on all the theatrics of _this_ kind. You need the men in ochre - alongwith all their paraphernalia to make noise and light - and an audience (that can make it look like a grand display of devotion) to appease the Gods. Here is where the Pundit turns into a businessman.
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