One of the challenges of being a white guy with a camera in Bombay is the attention you get, particularly from kids. Many ask to have their picture taken, and before you know it there's a crowd of a dozen kids jostling to get into prime position. I usually oblige, and show them the results on the camera: I'm intruding on their lives and that's the least I can do.
(Cheeky boys chucking pebbles, however, is tedious).
Today I found what may be Bombay's most enthusiastic (= out of control) kids. Within seconds of me raising my camera there were about 20 of them around me, more running in from all directions, grabbing at one another and at me, collapsing and crying and yelling. I felt a bit like an aid worker throwing bread out of the back of a helicopter. It wasn't quite clear how to extricate myself peacefully until some cops came along and moved me along. Who knows what their issue was?
My driver told me later that Bombay's #2 gangster lives in a neighbouring street. Apparently he doesn't bother you if you don't bother him.