resident

Manjari

Is a Cow, born on 2004-09-09, who joined us on 2005-05-27.

Among human beings, the more fortunate ones are those who have developed compassion for others. It means they have begun to break out of the narcissism which makes them think the sun revolves around them. It is a big step in the long march toward perfection. Two such people were returning home from vegetable shopping when they saw me approach aiming my investigating nose towards the several bags they carried. They stopped and their faces became serious as they studied my destitute condition; occasional tufts of hair scattered over bare skin stretched taught over protruding ribs; a seriously deformed ear still covered with dried blood; rear legs blackened with layers of dried diarrhea; a face twisted by sadness resulting from rejection, desperation, and the consequent loss of self esteem. Most people avert their eyes and pretend they don't see me... but not them. Within a moment they offered me all the vegetables they had and while I devoured them they called Care for Cows and arranged for my boarding. It was my lucky day. Upon arrival they tied me next to Gulab who was still recovering from a broken tibia and he began to lick my face. It was love at first sight. Now we have become inseparable and are passing our days happily together in recovery.







I do not like eating meat because I have seen lambs and pigs killed. I saw and felt their pain. They felt the approaching death. I could not bear it. I cried like a child. I ran up a hill and could not breathe. I felt that I was choking. I felt the death of the lamb.

Vaslav Nijinsky