We always had a tradition at home of rearing our own cows for milk. Ever since I got married that is nearly 18 years to date!
Today a new cow came home. A handsome (as I cannot say pretty) one, tall, with lovely black and white spots. She appeared gentle, but very clearly with an identity of her own. She bellowed loudly and constantly, telling us that she was hungry. I gave her chappatis which she happily gulped. I called for bananas, but clearly it wasn’t to her liking as she spat them straight back at me. Gave her some water to drink. She drank two buckets full and kicked the third. Indicating to me very clearly that I certainly did not know what cows were all about. She may have been right. I did not know much about bulls either. The way I have handled my life is not a perfect example by any chance.
She was bought singly at the Thursday market and was alone.
She was brought to our home by the broker and tied to a stump in our garage shed. She was noisy and her poop if you were city bred as I am was messy. In spite of that, she arose within me a feeling akin to a certain kind of warmth. A camaraderie. A connection!
I started liking her and looked after her diligently. Could it be that emotion called love that I have heard people rave about? Do I know what love is? Seems like an alien sentiment most of the time. She obviously didn’t like being tied and kept tromping from here to there!
After a day of grunts and peculiar noises, I somehow realized that I liked her. Very much. She made me happy. She soothed my gloom which was persisting since past few days. I had a bad headache since nearly four days now, and I was as grumpy as a cow with a sore head and highly irritable too.
The not so sympathetic looks of my children didn’t help matters at all. I knew I had to perk up before my children lost patience with me, but I was so happy being miserable that I didn’t want to let go.
This cow seemed to have done it for me and by the superior exasperated looks I received from my children after seeing me prance around the cow, looking after her, was absolutely worth ignoring.
I realized that I had better get my act in order or I would have had hell to pay for, from my maddened family.
As I could feel the clear indications from my children that they were more deserving of the love and attention I so willingly gave the cow.
And though they have always understood my moods and borne with me, this time I was at the end of their patience.
Sometimes I find myself so utterly silly with the things I say and do. Wonder why I go through any trouble to ‘think’ at all.
On the flip side, I must admit that nature does teach you valuable and sensible lessons, if you realize its importance and can actually see and learn.
I, take pride in my sense of self, and in my colossal ego which I always justify, by assuming that what I am thinking and doing are right?
It is not that I am trying to be humble today. It’s just that my convictions are generally reinforced because what I think does end up right.
So well…….. I am not to blame.
Imagine!! It was a cow that got me back on track
The story continues.
As she was tied to a half buried piece of log near our home, she had not much free will. I would have loved to have set her free. But the idea did not go down well with the rest of the members of my family, especially the Chowkidaar, who if she trotted off, would be to blame, and also he was too old to run after a recalcitrant cow. How he would ever, if the need arose, chase even a single thief, who God forbid would chance to come to our house, I have no clue.
We look after him more than he does us. I even have to remind him to record the number of the autowallah when my young daughter leaves the house, especially if he is unknown. Part of his duty is to painstakingly note down all the visitors who enter the gate. But, his tardiness is revealed when he asks all whom we know, even our close friends and relatives, where they want to go and whom they want to meet, creating an embarrassment for us. The strangers he ignores. Why we bother with his infuriating self was always a mystery, but today seeing him panting after the cow, trying unsuccessfully to pacify her, made me very happy. More so as I was miserable, and seeing someone else just ‘so’ was immensely gratifying.
The man from our farm Shankar, was summoned to come and take the cow whom I had named Chi Chi after her not so amusing antics reminded me somehow of Govinda-the film star, and I; being in the dumps was not feeling charitable at all. I was reveling in my cattiness and boorishness!
It was getting late, and the cow needed a stable home, with some company. (Loneliness kills). She was to be dispatched to the farms, where she would live a promiscuous life among four bulls that we owned. At present she was the only cow, and mating all was not only understandable, but also a feeling of largesse on her part, giving her a sense of obligation toward her amorous brethren. She was the only lady among the hunks. She would be loved four times over and that is definitely better than being lonely.
Some gals have all the luck.
Off go Shankar and Chi Chi, to the farm, to find her; a family.
They did start amongst a lot of fanfare, but had to return half-way as Chi Chi was stronger than Shankar and he could not manage her. She needed the hand of the professional, Prabhakar, who was quickly sent for to come get her.
She refused to walk on the beaten path, and was zealous about charting her own course.
Poor Shankar….trying to bind a free soul.
Trumpets to Chi-Chi.
I later came to know that she had lost her first born just a few days past resulting in her bellowing out to her baby and being irascible and fiery.
Why was I so quick in prejudging her? Reacting too quickly was a fault within me. She was deserving of all the sympathy she could get at the same time, her zest for a life, free from bondage was admirable.
I will free her soon.
I plan to build a pen for her where she can mate, have babies, eat grass and drink plenty of water from the nearby pond which I shall provide for her. She will have her closed freedom for now and one day I will give her SOVEREIGNTY with Trust, knowing she will fend for herself superbly.
Three days a week, I shall let her roam where she wants.
Our cows have always come back home.
Many times after traveling for kilometers on end.
HERE is where they get love, which is a basic necessity for living.
Life is yours and Bliss is within.