Street-Smart

It's a quiet afternoon. The whirring of the fan and the distant rumble of a vehicle are the only sounds that puncture the silence. The sun is high in the sky, and people have escaped to shady refuges, possibly for a snooze.

All of a sudden, a banshee-like wail pierces the air. It startles a few birds that chirrup in protest. Afternoon naps are disrupted rudely, and people are cross.

It's the man with the decorated bull and the nadaswaram. His strategy is perfect.

Pick a time when people hate to be disturbed.
Play the instrument as badly as you possibly can.

And voila! He is assured of his "hush-money".