Holy cow!

This isn't a message. It's a way of life. You don't find too many cows in Mumbai (thankfully) but I know they're revered in many parts of India so much so that they've become a part of a political party's agenda, but I never thought they would visit me at home one day. Yes, it happened on Sunday morning in Rajkot. I noticed a bunch of cows sauntering into the compound of the house we were staying. There were four of them...and one buffalo. Now, that's a sight you don't see everyday. So I grabbed my camera and took some pictures. Job done, I went to shoo them away. I ran after them waving my handicam, but they ignored me and came straight to the door. The woman of the house, Riddhi, pushed me aside and put down two trays at the door. The cows dug into the mix of gur and atta. Riddhi put tilak on the cows. To mask my surprise, I started taking pics. The cows weren't moved. They'd had their breakfast but they weren't ready to budge. Greedy as they were, Riddhi had to put a tray of food outside the compound gate to drive them away. Cow worship is a big deal in Rajkot. There are more cows on streets than automobiles. What appeared to me as a bunch of lazy cows begging door-to-door for their grub, was 'auspicious' for Riddhi's family.
I told Elton about it later. He scoffed, "How could you chase the Gods away?"

Wonder why I haven't put up a pic of the cows? well, in all that commotion, I had forgotten to open the camera's lens cover.