This blog is dedicated to my little sister Cailin and her love of cows. It was her birthday three days ago, and had internet in Myanmar cooperated enough I would have posted this on her birthday. Unfortunately, it’s been nearly impossible to even load my blog and unimaginable to post anything.
Anyways, that’s my excuse.
Cows, and by extension all cattle, are considered sacred in Hindu culture, and have almost untouchable status within India. Eating cattle meat is considered an extreme taboo, and even ownership of cattle is relatively rare. More often than not cows roam the streets, parks, and open space of India. They tend to not have an owner, and act more like stray dogs, finding places to sleep and food to scavenge.
It’s such an alien concept to most westerners to see free cattle that there is almost a degree of comedy attached to it. Indian cows do whatever they please and no one argues with it. Cow sleeping on the sidewalk? Walk around. Walking through traffic? Slow down. A cow just being inconveniently in the middle of everything? Guess who wins that battle. And therein was the comedy of cows in India; doing whatever they felt like, humans be damned.
So this blog is for my sister Cailin, and her love of cows rubbing off on me in India.