Unwashed sins

It didnt work out. My attempts to wash my sins in the Ganga at Haridwar just fizzled out like Aamir's dream of getting an oscar for taare zamin par! Bad simile. The Ganga was already brimming with sins er. dirt, filth, overdose of faith and the faithful. By the time i managed to evade the scores of clamouring beggars, aggressive pandas, peddlers and hapless tourists i didnt have the energy or motivation to even touch the green (why green?) water that trickled down the famous Har ki Pauri ghat. It was chilly and there were no beautiful sights of diyas floating, etc, blah blah that people had told me about. All i saw were tourists trying to fill some of that murky water in plastic bottles and take it home to wash somebody's sins (mother, you'd only be taking a germ bomb, i wanted to say).
I took solace in gorging puri subji at the famous Mohan puri wala and buying a load of rubbish at some of the hundreds of stalls lining the ghat. I found the peddlers there more spiritual than the so called holy men. They were not interested in selling anything and/or bargaining. Of course the stoned/glazed look could be due to some other substance. Well, so much of haridwar and rishikesh. But the food was good!