Riots in India

So far, I've been escorted everywhere I go by a priest and all of my visits have been to a Diocesan facility of some kind. This keeps everything manageable as I tend to cause full scale riots almost everywhere I go. As soon as the children know that I am accessible, they crowd around and start asking questions. Communication is very difficult but by piecing together a word or two of English from someone in the crowd, I get by. It usually goes like this:
"Sister, what is your good name?"
"Dawn, d.a.w.n. It means sunrise."
"Sister, where you are from?"
"America"
"Sister, what is your husband good name?" and so on. They crowd around me so tightly that it often stifling. Each child is trying to get the closest. If I am sitting down, they cut off all the air and it gets pretty hot. The girls want to dress me up, paint my nails, etc. Eventually it all ends in shouting. The boys are another story. As soon as I get out the camera, they go wild. They love to have their pictures taken and it helps me to build rapport with them. I can usually spend an hour or two with them before I have to beg for a rest.
I have really been wanting to have some of my own unsupervised free time and I thought that I'd get the chance at the local festival for Our Lady of Lourdes. The Cathedral is named in her honor so it is a big deal. After mass, rice is served to all who attend. Then a variety of groups perform local folk songs and dances for the crowd. Vendors set up just outside the tent selling cheap toys, combs, barrettes, sugar cane sticks, purses, snacks, the Indian version of snow cones, and plastic flowers, etc. There is really nothing to buy but I wanted to move about the crowd, take some pictures and watch the kids on the few carnival rides. They actually had a hand-cranked Ferris wheel for small kids. I thought it would be fun to do something outside of a church venue.
But as soon as I am spotted unattended, the junior college boys gather asking for a photograph, then a crowd gathers and pretty soon I am surrounded by beggars and people petitioning me to take them to America, etc. I can't move, it's hot and I can't take any "natural" pictures. Everyone wants a formal portrait and after a while, they all look alike. So venturing out on my own isn't a good idea, at least here in Cuddapah. I can sympathize with Angelina Jolie and Brad Pitt. International celebraties just can't go anywhere in public these days without being hassled.