The half-naked man pushes back his orange turban and gets down to work. The Sadhu breaks off chunks of hash and mixes them with tobacco in his bony fingers, then dumps the contents into a chillum (conical clay pipe). The flaming wooden match lights up the painted lines on his forehead as he shouts, “Boom Shiva!” and starts puffing away, his head disappearing behind a cloud of smoke.After two massive lungfuls, he passes the pipe on to his brethren, more thin men dressed in a minimum of cloth, with long beards, matted hair, and a happily glazed look in their eyes.