Krishna romps with the cowherd boys: wrestling, climbing trees, swimming in the river. He is Ajita, the Undefeatable, who cannot be conquered — yet his friends conquer him easily. Losing to Sridama, by their bargain he sets him on his shoulders and carries him, while Sridama orders: "Carry me smoothly, Krishna, evenly — as if I held a brimful cup of water, and let not a drop spill over." One day the boys — four or five years old, naked in the dust of Gokula — made a ring: "Let's see Krishna wrestle Sridama!" They grappled and rolled, and Sridama threw Krishna on his back and leapt on top: "I am the winner! I am the winner!" Krishna stands up: "No, I am the winner!" "How are you the winner?" "Because my nose was spicy!" "That does not count — I won, I was on top of you." "No, I won!" Then Sridama scooped a handful of dust and flung it at Krishna; Krishna flung it back — and in a moment the whole gang showers one another with dust. The Supreme Lord, whom no one can defeat, squabbles over "who pinned whom" like any ordinary little boy.