Indrota

You have committed a great sin. You have been guilty of killing a Brahmin. Why have you come here? What business do you have with us? Do not touch me by any means! Go, go away! Your presence does not give us pleasure. Your person smells like blood. Your appearance is like that of a corpse. Though impure, you seem to be pure, and though dead you move like a living! Dead within, you are of impure soul, for you are ever intent upon sin. Though you sleep and wake, your life, however, is passed in great misery.

When you leave this world, you will fall into hell headfirst and remain in that position for countless years due to your sinful actions.

Fathers desire sons with the hope of obtaining various kinds of blessings, and they perform penances and sacrifices, worship the gods, and practice renunciation.