I know the people who will not give money to the homeless because they will just spend it on booze, or because they see it as prolonging this “lifestyle.” I have no time for absolutes, seeing everything as dependent on context. I think this story is instructive.
Beyond that, I am impressed with the reverence for life even among the poorest people. We should be taught by this.
We were talking about the sacred cows of Bikaner and the history behind it. I told my guide what my friend said in Pune; that once the cows/buffalos got too old to be useful they were sold to Muslims for slaughter.
Maybe that happens in large cities like Pune and Mumbai where people have lost their faith, but that would never happen in Northern India. Here we have veterinary hospitals and sanctuaries for them. When they get too old they go to the sanctuaries so they won’t die alone. Some are blind, deformed, sick, some are dying. If they can walk, they walk the fields. If they are blind, we put a male and female together so they can comfort each other.
Each morning I get up my wife makes chapati. The first one goes to a cow. Every morning a large bull knocks on our door with…
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