The title of this blog entry may seem a little disparaging, though repeated efforts to initiate conversation or a relationship came to nothing. All I know about this man was that he was an older man, diminutive in stature and by his appearance was definitely a sadhu. It also seemed that Manikarnika Ghat appeared to be his home.
He was there every day, sleeping beside one of the temples amongst the goats and cows and spent his days silently watching the antyesti rituals. I never saw him engage in conversation with another human being, apart from to ask for chai, or some food, or to acknowledge with a little nod if chai was bought for him. His whole life seemed to revolve around the ghat where cremations of his Hindu brothers and sisters occured.