There is a little monkey hanging out at the hotel. He’s the only one. And he’s so cute! We first saw him around the pool, jumping, running, chewing on leaves, and I believe he was being a show off. He was following the pool attendant, about 20 feet around him. Of course, us westerners, as well as a Japanese couple, fawned over the little creature, though careful not to get too close. Monkeys are cute but I know they can get aggressive and they bite: rabies, remember!
We asked about the monkey, and were given several versions, so here is mine. They had a family of wild monkeys on the property: the mom, the dad and a baby. Unfortunately, there was an accident about 3 months ago, and both adults died. The baby stayed around, and the staff is, underhandedly, taking care of him (or is it a girl?). I was told that they were trying to remove him from the grounds for safety reasons. They looked a bit surprised that we would be so interested in a lowly monkey, but we then were given reports as to where the monkey had been seen last.
I asked A. (name withheld for privacy reasons) if the baby monkey had a name. He said no, and gave me a look that I interpreted as “who would do such a silly thing as naming a wild monkey”. But 2 minutes later, he approached me and said softly: “I call him Chotha”.
It means “small” in Hindi.
When we were leaving the Taj Mahal, we saw about 10-12 monkeys climbing from building to building. There was a baby monkey that start to cry after its mother put it down and started to crawl off. Everyone watching (about 20-25 people) started clapping when the mother came back, picked up the baby, and took off to catch up with the rest of the pack. It was pretty comical.