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http://irvat.org/oferta/budynek-e/budynek-e-parter/klatka-a-mieszkanie-1.html Today it is shutters down for the milkmen and the sabziwalas of Maharashtra. The Bhindi which was selling at 20 bucks a kg has shot up to 80. Thank God I had picked up a big 50 kg bori of onions so at least my dal will have a tarka but rest of the vegetables and milk prices have sky rocketed. My milkman has gone out of coverage area. Even after repeated calls one gets to hear the same recorded message. I am sure he needs to sell milk but he is under pressure if he carries those two small little dolus to our place. Drain cocks of milk vans have been opened on the roads so let us no more cry over spilt milk. Doodh ki nadiyan (rivers of milk) were bahoing literally. Any vendor trying to sneak in with veges was also being targeted. Well, I do not see anything but vegetarian in milk and vegetables. Then why are we creating such a hullabaloo. Well friends of all the things it is the cow, leather and beef responsible.

http://www.soundofthesirens.net/?delimeres=binary-options-broker-with-mt4&10b=7b For things non vegetarian, the vegetarians are going to suffer. People like me will still continue to relish fish and chicken but what are the vegetarians going to eat if this agitation continues. Reason is a self created save the cow policy. We still have not moved from the middle ages of guy hamari mata hai. So let mom be mom and she needs to be respected irrespective whether the poor man dies without his basic needs of food. Let the children be deprived of the milk they deserve. Let the cobbler use plastic and ragzine to mend your shoes, let the “mothers” roam on the road and be hit by trucks and cars. Let mothers eat the poly bags lying on the streets. Let us Indians suffer at the hands of another kind of extremism. Let us have an independent state of “guyistaan”. Like the ISIS now we have footprints of GRIS (Gow Rakshaks of Indian State) creating mayhem.

see url Is all this making any sense to anyone? Can a country whose PM is visiting countries which eat beef as their staple diet be boycotted to protest against their anti India feelings? When something happens to an animal whom I consider to be my mother shouldn’t India go to war with them? Shouldn’t India ban all products and produce of that nation? Shouldn’t India take this matter up with the UN or ask for a Cow protection force to monitor atrocities on cows. Shouldn’t India ask for aid from all countries who support us with green grass, fodder and cattle feed for the millions of cows that it has to look after. Shouldn’t India ban the “vilaayati-mem” so to say and let the desi-gai be the only one acceptable to give milk. Aren’t we spoiling our culture by bringing western sabhyata to the Indian soil by importing all the Holstein and Jersey cows from all over the place? It is shameful that such cows roam freely with such huge udders that it gives a complex to the Indian cows.

profiltext dating mann In some states of India cow is not considered anything but an animal. Biology says it is an animal, the world says it is an animal. It looks to me like an animal, then why suddenly everyone has to start quoting the constitution of India what it says about the cow. Till the time we don’t develop our mental faculties this won’t change. Till the time we don’t change to a modern outlook this shall continue. Till the time we have sadus and sadvis calling the shots we will have issues. The politicians shall continue to exploit sentiments. I ask is it acceptable to produce five to ten litres of milk from a desi cow instead of 40-60 litres from a foreign cow a day. Is it fine to have 150 kgs of beef rather than having 300 kgs from an imported animal? Will it be better to produce 10 litres of urine or have 25kgs of dung per cow per day? Or will it be more useful to have 15-20 litres of urine and 40-50 kgs of dung per day? Will it be ok to have 4 square meters of hide per cow or 8-10 sq meters? Well if the quality of all the stuff the Indian cow is producing is 200 times better than the foreign cows then it should be considered to breed our own indigenous ones only. However, when we need to feed so many mouths, let us be practical. Milk and a cheap meal is a basic necessity today.

I am definitively not suggesting that our own breeds be wiped out. They need to be preserved. I would rather suggest that let us have some method in this cow madness. The disease of cow vigilantism is spreading like the mad cow disease, which needs to be curbed and stopped with immediate effect. The industries linked to the cows also need to be safeguarded. If we link it to religion we shall go nowhere. A farmer cannot afford to hold on to lame or sick animal. The farmer cannot feed them or afford the medicines when the animal is ill. Government today cannot look after its humans so looking after its numerous free roaming mothers is farfetched.

go site Well, we Indians are very Hippocratic about everything. Till the time it doesn’t affect us, we have no issues. We also are very fanatic as far as religious ideology is concerned. We start quoting the constitution when we want to otherwise do not even know the contents of that document. We are pseudo as far as culture is concerned; we want to preserve the traditional values but with a modern outlook. We will watch porn, but will not allow lovers to kiss in public. We are pretentious when it comes to our sensitivities. We can fake our feelings to hurt other people. We want to portray our country as a superpower as we launch rockets with satellites but cannot portray it beyond snake charming and the great Indian rope trick. Well we are a bogus kind of people, because we do not have either our aim clear or our priorities right. We the people, if don’t act intellectually, we shall definitely lose all of them to this dirty politics over cows. We need to free it from disease, ill health, ill treatment, neglect, and sheer useless vigilantism.

source I hope in my India we can breathe freely, drink freely, wear freely, watch freely, live freely, speak freely, read freely, eat freely, follow our religions freely, travel freely and above all be free from all religious and political hatred. Till the time we let ourselves be manipulated by the politicians, neither will mother cow be looked after nor will this country progress. When will all this madness end? I wonder!!!!!!!!!

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As I see this “Jallikattu” controversy raging and refusing to die down, I feel the local sentiments should always be preserved. The steam engine gave way to other locomotives but we still preserve a few for posterity sake. I don’t know the Tamil for cow, goat or buffalo but one thing is sure that now due to media exposure, I know all the breeds of these tamilian bulls, their qualities, the origins of this tradition, the modifications which came by and by and the present state of this form of animal cruelty for some, entertainment for some, tradition for some, prize money for some, risk for some, adventure for some, above all its a big pass time for many. Can it be declared a national holiday? I have no issues. I am no one to decide all this.

I was just thinking as to why are the traditions of cart racing, bull fighting, cock fighting etc dwindling away. Is it that we as a society are evolving? Is it that we do not like the atrocities on animals and birds? Or is it that we really want to finish these traditions? Well, slowly the bullock carts went into oblivion, so did the traditional oxen I suppose. I remember as a child the carts used to move on wooden wheels. Carts used to be lined up at the “Mandi” gates with loads of “Jhona”(Rice) and “Kanak”(Wheat). Slowly the wooden wheels were replaced with truck wheels and tyres, and then with tractors and trolleys. There used to be long lines of tractors and trolleys carrying sugarcane outside the sugar mills of Phagwara. Pulling out an odd sugarcane through the bus window was a common site and a matter of pride. All that now has been replaced by mechanised forms of transport. The bulls and oxen I find are now left on the streets to beg for food, and a matter of awe for the foreigners to paint India in a different colour.

I can never forget my maiden and only journey on a bullock cart from a village called Lakhan Kalan in Kapurthala to our residence in Sainik School. It was a seven odd kilometre journey but took us around 4-5 hours. Reason, we missed the last bus from there. I remember day turned into night, and it was winters. The person whom we had gone to visit, his wife and one son drove us home. I am talking of the year 1969-70. He had lighted a lantern under the cart which kept dangling and half the time it used to be extinguished due to a jerky stops by the bullocks, his two dogs in tow which stayed close to the cart. I remember we went jumping up and down the cart, running along, getting tired, jump and sit facing backwards on the cart again with feet dangling. Picking up and chewing on a sugarcane piece, anticipating the “Khaddas”, pleading to uncle to get the bullocks on the run. His typical conversation with the oxen intrigued us. His cane used to reprimand them sometimes and then guided them to turn or to move fast. One can never forget that scene. The animals understood every signal, every scold, and every word but kept moving with all of us loaded.

Dad and mom were worried due to the stray dogs snarling at us. Roads were nonexistent in fact it was a clay track with huge potholes, if depressions is an exaggerated word. The wheels were getting stuck as the water which spilled over from the fields had made that fine clay impassable. But hats off to the “Pilot”, and the effort of the bullocks, he steered his cart to our home. It was winter time; we had hay on the cart, thick rajais, a sugarcane bundle, Chana, popcorns, mungfali bought from the “Mai” at the end of the village, who was especially requested to roast them for us.

We reached home around 8 pm, dirty as dirty could be. I remember dad went on his ladies cycle to the market bought some dal and rotis for all of us. They could depart back to lakhan kalan after having dinner. Next Sunday when uncle met us in church, he told us that they had to spend the night midway under the open skies, as the bullocks had got tired and had to be watered and fed. Well, good old days, brought back memories. By the way, we plucked muli, shalgam and gajjar’s enroute at will. The “Amrood’s” were not spared either. No one objected, we all had fun, we all were dead tired and we all sang songs all the way in half hindi, half Punjabi. The return gift auntie gave us was a big bundle of raw “Sarson da Saag”. It was a journey of a life time and shall remain etched in my memory for ever.

With the evolution of the “Jugaar” (make shift bullock cart) which can be used as a cart, to a school bus, to a trolley, to run a generator, to run a motor for crushing sugarcane, to run a tube well, to travel for a marriage, to bring “pathaas” (fodder) and you name it. The tradition of keeping oxen died down in Punjab at least. The traditional bullocks and their carts disappeared somewhere. Was it the unaffordable cost of new oxen, was it their slow speed, was it the less weight they carried, was it inconvenience or was it the high cost maintaining a pair of bullocks?  Well, your guess is as good as mine.

Let me talk of our dear “MAJH” (Buffalo) too, the black darling which gives milk. She too faced her ups and downs. I remember going to Punjab Agriculture University as a kid to see the high yielding variety of cows and that is the time I saw the Holstein and Jersey cows. We used to wonder looking at the udders how much milk would they contain. When told around 40 litres, our jaws fell flat. The local majh gave from 12-15 litres and here it was more than double. Then we used to wonder how much stamina would the man have who would milch them. We were told friend’s milk is extracted by vacuum and suction pipes. It was a vow moment for us. We as kids were amazed at the progress of science and technology. Punjab was really the highest milk producer. Well, we never bothered we just drank milk, pure, sure and healthy milk. No adulteration, no chemicals, no fertilizers, just choose your Bhains or “majh” and get the milk. One glass of milk in the morning and one in the evening was tradition. White makhhan was abundant, Malai was never restricted, dahi was a must for lunch, in between Bhole ki lassi. Milk was given to us in every form. I am not sure whether glucose was ever given to a Punjabi patient. Given a choice they would force milk into a patient’s vein if not desi ghee.

Folks, our animals are in danger alright, but why haven’t we made them so popular that other countries ask for them for research and development. Why isn’t our cattle bred the way the other cattle rearing countries do. Traditions need to stay and they need to be preserved but can we save our animals and birds from hurt, suffering, torture, injury and death while preserving our traditional customs and glorious past, I wonder!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


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