Skip to main content

No more mutton or livestock meat please…

I was entering Mumbai city one afternoon on a torturous sunny day. The scorching heat was testing my patience. The vehicle I was traveling was air conditioned. However; it somehow could not beat the heat. All I could do was watch hoardings, signboards, and vehicles passing by or cruising ahead of us.

As I was trying to keep myself busy, a truck just ahead of our vehicle caught my gaze. I asked my friend to keep the pace such that we are just behind the truck, taking care that we don’t overtake it or lose it sight at any time. The truck carried a lot of cattle in it and it supposedly was heading to some slaughterhouse. I could guess that after taking a close look (as close as I could take) at the animals in the truck. Had been they taken for some constructive purpose they would not have been kept in such merciless conditions.

To my luck the truck driver decided to take a halt at one of the dhaba (roadside restaurant) on the highway and I asked my friend to take rest at the same dhaba. While my friend relaxed and the driver was having his snacks, I took a close look at the truck and the animals inside. It was a disastrous scene. Trust me; you need to see it, if you got to believe it. I saw cattle and livestock that included cows (among my favorite animal), buffaloes, bulls, and goats (in comparatively lesser quantity) that were kept in most cruel manner. The truck must surely have felt like hell for those animals. Tails chopped off, eyes sewed, and enclosure that was stinking with urine and dung – such was the condition of those poor dumb animals. My speculation was confirmed when the driver replied that the truck was headed to some slaughterhouse. I felt a pinch in my heart when I saw at those animals and the state that they were kept in. If only they could know that after spending hours in such ailing conditions, the next thing that would happen to them was getting chopped off so that their meat, skin, horns, bones are sold off.

I have enjoyed eating beef and mutton, especially the sheeg kababs with my friends and their relatives. However, the recent sight depressed and pained me a lot. I thought if these are the same animals that come to my plate to delight my appetite then I better don’t have them. I can’t be so inhuman that after seeing all that animal agony I can still rejoice the delicacies.

I don’t know about chicken and fish but after witnessing what I had seen, I instantly decided no matter how delicious or healthy the meat may be I will never in my life eat mutton, beef or any livestock meat. Also a thought very promptly flashed my mind - I can never take pleasure in eating flesh of cattle, whom my Lord Krishna entertained with his flute melody. Nothing emotional about it but what I had seen matters to me the most.

Comments

SoulFren said…
I am glad you left it Amol. Trust me......it was a sensible decision to make. I am proud of you!

Anitha.

Popular posts from this blog

Down The Memory Lane - The Times of DD

The weekend was bad, rather not so good; my back ache had buckled me to the bed, not allowing me to stay in one position for more than 4-5 minutes. I was surfing through the television channels lying on bed, and soon I noticed that I was doing nothing but going from 0 to 54 (that is the only number of channels I have on my television) and then again 0 to 54, and then again and again. I was tired watching that Indo-Pak terror debate, reality shows were irritating me, and I couldn’t handle any more breaking news with my broken back, neither was I interested in any kind of saas-bahu or the rona-dhona type of soaps, south Indian films dubbed in hindi were a big NO, I was in no mood for business news either, I had also had enough of Ghajini and Rab Ne trailors, songs, and reviews. I remember, only thing that possibly kept me glued to any particular channel was the advertisements – Limca (I love this ad for its jingle, the zing, and the babe, of course), Raymond, Bingo , few insurance ...

Andu & Bandu: Tale of Two Naughtys

All characters in this story may appear to be fictitious.  Any resemblance to real persons, living, dead, or missing could be surprisingly coincidental. ------------------------------------------------------------------ Virar station, 7pm, Andu (pronounced as UNDO) and Bandu (as BUNDO) were waiting for some other friends to arrive. They all were to go for a picnic near Arnala beach. Amidst the entire crowd, a not-so-beautiful-but-fair girl passed by. Andu, a guy with short stature craned his neck to get her glimpse and then turned to Bandu to check if he saw his act. Bandu too, taking advantage of his height, had taken darshan of that beauty. And they both smiled, rather laughed at each other. “Men will be men,” roared Bandu and they burst out into a thunderous laughter again. Andu and Bandu both are 30 something shaadi-shuda guys, not to each other ofcourse – happily married, not gay-ly . Like the scene at the Virar station, there are many coincidences of them liking th...

Existing In Chaos

50 days! I have been spinning in hectic schedules of work and a strenuous life of intermediate intensity. I have had hardly anytime to catch up with the news, especially at this time when elections are just around the corner. During all these frenzied days of my work life, I have terribly missed Karan (Thapar), Rajdeep, Arnab, and Udayan & Mitali (Mukherjees), of course. Yes, I did catch up with the Oscar ceremony and the hyped Slumdog jazz though. I am exhausted now. I tried to squeeze in some time yesterday to go through the recent political news (I wasn’t interested in what is happening to Kasab or was eager to know about India’s heroic cricketing triumphs). I pulled out some news archives from various websites, newspapers, and did watch news channels for whole three hours yesterday. I liked the oath taking Lead India 09 campaign, I liked Aamir’s representation to think better for this country in one another Lead India campaign, I loved the awareness and initiatives that Jaago...