The British official who had come to guarantee the rule of law showed up close to the sacred lake with his entourage of lower officials. He was an excited man and cherished challenges. Seeing the quantity of individuals assembled for the celebration, he started to think about a challenge of some sort or another or another. That year, the lake was full to the point that waves moved on it. There had been a few incredible episodes of summer downpour. There was truly a group at the lake in the daytime. On one side, five or six young men were tossing stones into the water. The point was to see who could toss the farthest. That gave the British official a thought and he conveyed a declaration with the parai drum the exceptionally following day. The news arrived at a few towns. The news was that on the fourteenth day of the celebration, when the divine beings would get back to the slopes, a stone-tossing challenge would be hung on the banks of the sanctuary lake. All contenders needed to remain on one side of the lake and point their stones towards the contrary bank. The stones ought to arrive at the opposite side of the tank without falling into the water.
Every one of the individuals who figured out how to do that would get one rupee as prize. And every one of the individuals who lost would get a whiplash immediately not too far off close to the sanctuary lake. Everybody would get three possibilities. It appeared to be that the thought was to plan a challenge which no one could win. The challenge was all everyone could discuss that year. One rupee was a major sum. Certain individuals not set in stone to win the award arrived up at the sanctuary lake the day preceding the genuine challenge and began rehearsing their tosses. The British official needed to give a request denying it. The following day, an incredible group accumulated around the lake. They had all come to watch the challenge. The actual challengers were reluctant. For, assuming that they lost, they’d need to persevere through a whiplash, however the official had arranged that the whiplash ought not be extreme to the point that it stripped away the skin on their backs yet ought to simply make an audio cue.
Bit by bit, the contenders began getting out of the group. They needed to remain on the east bank and point their stones on the west bank. The stones were large and round like ostrich eggs, the sort of stones one utilized for the round of fifth stone. Many began getting whiplashes. Only a couple of stones figured out how to cross even a portion of the length. This gave the whole day’s diversion to individuals. The second somebody got a marginally serious whiplash, his companions and family members were shocked: ‘Pathetic white canine! Isn’t there a cutoff to the game? He needs to toss stones from this side to the next. May stones fall upon his home! May individuals toss stones at him!’ But they proceeded to stand and watch the remainder of the challenge. The British official didn’t move from his spot. In any event, when he got off the pony, he stood in that general area. Since he was unable to bear the intensity, he continually drank something or the other.
At the point when the intensity became a lot for him, men came running, remained by his sides and fanned him. It was an imported fan made of palm fronds and had delightful pictures drawn on it. The challenge had begun toward the beginning of the day, and, surprisingly, by the evening, nobody had won. The official couldn’t quit smiling. At the point when he understood nobody planned to win, he expanded the award cash to ten rupees. He needed to make more individuals take an interest and watch them get whiplashes. The second they knew about the new award cash, another line of competitors prepared. These men, with their dhotis tied tight around their flanks and their turban fabric tied around their abdomen in yielding, and racing to toss stones, probably seemed to be strange animals from a different universe. Each time somebody lost and was given a whiplash, the official grinned. Assuming somebody’s stone figured out how to cross the greater part the distance across the lake, he caused a commotion in wonder.
Kali’s granddad, Sadayappan, showed up there just in the late evening. Seeing the group around the lake, he asked what was happening and watched the challenge for a brief period. In the wake of strolling around the lake two times, he chose to take part. He was accustomed to focusing and tossing stones. He had polished it while grouping goats in the timberland. He could point a stone forcefully at a goat’s rear leg. More often than not, his stones could cross a square measure, which was over a portion of a section of land. Whenever he pointed a stone into the lake, something like one dead fish rose to the surface. Every one of the people who had accompanied him from the town presently whistled and rooted for him.