I stay in India, where cows are revered. I stay in a city, where cows form an integral part of everyone’s life whether one likes it or not.
Lately, thanks to the monsoon & others undetermined factors, the owner of the cows and other like wise bovine creatures, free their cows for the day and in the evening the holy, innocent creatures return back to their sheds.
Its a wonder, that all the cows have this inbuilt GPS System. But today we are not going to discuss about the bovine super qualities, we are rather going to talk about the sorry fate of the commuters & walkers who face the wrath of the cows day in and day out.
Anytime during the day or night, the cows and their families sit on the road. Right in the middle of the road. They don’t sit at the side of the road, they don’t sit in some abandon area, they only want to party right in the middle of the road.
Also, just like no one likes to parties alone, cows and their group lounge in the middle of the road, like its their own private party hub. Few of the cows sit so delicately and elegantly, that you almost feel as if you are encountering an elegant woman..a bit fat though.
Its a strange sight though, but as an Indian commuter one gets used to it. The whole herds of cows, buffaloes, oxen..just about everyone.
And these cattle are screaming with attitude. They clearly give the message that no matter what happens, we are not leaving the road, this is our cow”hood”.
Apparently if you stare at them, its not going to help because they will stare back at you with their big doe eyes, flutter their amazon eye lashes, swish their tails and move their horned heads and almost say”Move it”.
The commuters, Riders, bikers and drivers of big vehicle almost fight their way out through the herd, driving to get through a puzzle with surprising twists and turns of cows and buffaloes ready to greet them.
The walker though, has more of an nearer problem when he walks on the footpath or the road. The gentle livestock, will be lounging on the road as usual, immortally chewing on something and the walker will have to maneuver through all and reach their destination, without getting hurt by their horned heads or sharp, swift of their tails.
And if its not your day, then you might just step into big heap of warm, stinky and earthy cow dung.
So much for the menace, perhaps the cattle have outnumbered the street dogs too.
For the parting shot, here is a poem about the cows (courtesy-google) –Cow by R.L.Stevenson
The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
(complete poem in the link)
Forgive me for the long post, but the cows have consumed my mind.