Pigfight.

It is not every day that one sees a pigfight in public, not that one would expect pigs to scuffle when placed away from the eye of society either. Though as I stood under quietly under the street lights of Mundgod I did happen to witness a little skirmishes two vast monoliths of pork grunted their way through a battle that seemed to be disappointingly inconsequential. But, I suppose, what real consequences could a pig fight on the streets of Mundgod have? I really can't imagine that those hostile little chaps have much to live or die for, and even to less to bother fighting about for that matter.
Much as I thought,the fight was done and the triumphant began to munch heartily on the scraps of vegetable waste left from the market that day, the defeated also seemed to go about his business after the hostilities in a similar manner. He just retreated a few yards and then too began to munch heartily on some vegetable waste, to be honest I saw very little difference in terms of quality in the meals of both the triumphant king pig and the defeated pretender. Maybe there was none. Maybe the fight was based purely around pride. Though interestingly there was no tribe of pigs watching, awaiting to crown a new leader of the pack nor was there a group of young sows looking for a man to complete their lives. But I suppose these pigs really are a proud bunch and they need not such a reason of substance before indulging in a minor bout. For these are rogue scavengers not ones to abide by such laws as the rest of us.

On occasion you do see little families sticking together,but in this modern world of ours more and more of the young seek independence as soon as they can, and pigs are no different I suppose. As soon as they feel safe on their own they head where ever their snout leads them. The longer I stood observing them in this Mundgodian courtyard the more I see the stark contrast between India and back home.

For back in Britain one would not be able to so readily experience the clash of such meaty titans. And who would care to anyway? For those pampered pink piglets back home live in such an isolated world they could not possibly muster up a fight worth viewing, not like the rough merchants of war which stain the streets of Mundgod.These pigs have suffered, they have evidently been exposed to a harsh reality of life and to this exposure they owe their resilience.For i'm sure these very pigs have not fought their last battles just yet. And it is on this thought that I began to wander home. Wondering of how these pigs felt towards the oxen which have such simple, care-free lives in comparison?
I suppose i'll never quite know but it is just the kind of thing that you seem to think about when in a small Indian town.