• "Here in this world there are thousands of newspapers and magazines reporting the stale, repetitious happenings of this limited space. So for reporting the news of the unlimited spiritual realm, concerning the eternal, ever-fresh Supreme Personality of Godhead, we could publish a newspaper at every second, what to speak of daily."
    - Srila Bhaktisiddhanta Sarasvati Thakura
Bala Gopala's Mrdanga : An insignificant attempt (by an insignificant entity) to render service to this instruction.


A True Cow Protection Story

Categories: Cow Protection

May 15, VRINDAVAN, INDIA (SUN) — An excerpt from the May issue of the Care For Cows newsletter.

The following is based on a true story from Gauseva Chamatkar, an historical collection of cow miracles.

The riot of 1857 was spread all over India - Delhi was the centre of it. Each and every street had become a mortuary. There was blood shed everywhere. The rioters had lost discrimination between good and bad. I was the chief of the Muslim rioters.

At the end of a long day of looting and killing I was exhausted and hungry. Our pockets and bags were full of money but the markets were desserted out of fear of the riots, and all the houses were locked. We gathered in an empty courtyard and my men went out to search for food. Soon four of my men returned pulling a chubby cow behind them. I didn’t know how that poor one fell in the claws of those hungry wolves. One of them had tied his turban around her neck and before I could say anything they tied the legs of that crying cow and threw her down on the ground. Who would save a dumb cow from the hands of the Muslims in the middle of that riot?

At that time all those so-called leaders of Hindu religion, those who give long lectures on cow protection, were all safely hidden in holes. The cow was tired. Tears were falling from her eyes and I was agitated out of hunger. My body was weak. It is against my religion to consider the cow holy and to serve her. But seeing that innocent cow surrounded by those cruel wolves who were sharpening their knives and about to kill her, I felt pity on her. The cow was frightened and pregnant, and seeing her I remembered my pregnant wife, and I began to shiver.

I stood up with courage and said to my friends, "Can’t you see that out of hunger I'm about to die, and you fools are not yet able to provide me food. All of you immediately go and collect wood and salt and I will take care of this." As soon as my friends left I took the knife which was meant for killing the poor cow, cut her loose, and patted her back. At first she couldn’t stand up, unable to believe this behavior from me. I stroked her again and she stood up, stretched herself and swished her tail. At that moment she glanced at me in such a way as if telling me "You will be rewarded for your kindness". She then left, quickly disappearing out of sight. When my friends returned I was lying on the ground, as if unconscious from hunger. They shook me and asked about the cow. I pretended that I had no idea what had happened. Having no energy to pursue her, they made some chapatis and ate them instead.

When the riots came to an end I was caught by the authorities and sentenced to death by hanging. Hundreds of people gathered outside the jail to watch the event as I was brought up to the gallows. A red hood was pulled over my eyes, and everything went dark. A noose was then secured around my neck. My throat was dry. Within moments the floor opened beneath me and I fell to what I thought would be my death. Suspended mid-air, almost unconscious from fear, I struggled to regain my senses as I realized I was not in fact dead, nor dying, but somehow my feet were being supported upon what seemed to be two sharp horns. The noose around my neck miraculously remained slack. Thinking me dead I was brought out from under the platform. Seeing me in fact alive, the doctor was shocked and moved back in astonishment.

According to the law at that time, I was hung thrice, and every time two horns caught my fall. As the noose of the gallows was unable to take my life even after three attempts, the court set me free. I came out of the jail with my relatives and there I saw a cow. She looked at me with her cooling eyes, then turned and walked away, followed by her calf. Immediately I remembered the pregnant cow I had saved during the riot in Delhi. That cow had looked at me in the same way when I had released her.

In my religion serving forms is considered a sin - but I bowed down to that cow who I believe had saved my life. Since that time I consider serving cows my duty, and I will continue to serve cows till the end of my life. I put the dust of the cow’s feet on my head, then I go to do namaj .


Dung For Kenya

I read this article on Kripamoya Prabhu's site. There are lots of other very interesting things to read over there mainly focused on practical application of Krishna Consciousness in the home.


Saving an African child’s life – with cow dung

Today I learned of how a small amount of traditional guidance practically saved the lives of many children. It was a fascinating story told to me by a visiting old friend from Africa and I thought I’d share it with you.

Vidura das, an Irish devotee of Krishna, lived in Kisumu, Kenya for many years. He and his African wife Esther set up a large-scale food distribution programme for needy people. And in northern Kenya there were plenty of needy people. What concerned him most was that there were many children who died young. “We discovered that the very area where we were living had the highest infant mortality rate in the world,” he explained.

To distribute food as a religious act, and yet to watch parents grieve over their dead children was an intolerable situation for a compassionate devotee like Vidura, so he started to ask questions around the area. Dirty drinking water was the obvious culprit, but when he enquired of the mothers why they did not boil the water they replied that they did not have the money to buy charcoal, the commonly used fuel.

Remembering that the guru of the Hare Krishna movement had always praised the cow for providing, amongst many other gifts, the sustainable fuel of dung, he explained to the women that Indians have for centuries mixed dung with straw and dried it to create an everlasting supply of good quality fuel. But the local Africans needed to be encouraged to refrain from slaughtering their cows if they were going to create a sustainable fuel source. They also had to overcome the prejudice – given to their tribe decades ago by Christian missionaries – that dung was dirty and never to be touched.

After some period of encouragement, mainly to women who already trusted him as ‘Father Vidura,’ some families complied followed by many more. “Eventually health workers were coming up from Nairobi to see why children in our area were living longer than children throughout Kenya,” Vidura said. The project was an overwhelming success, and received endorsement by the tribal patriarchs, who, as children, remembered their mothers talking of cow-dung as fuel in their village but who had switched to the more expensive wood after the missionaries had persuaded them to change. It was only a small change to revert back to a more traditional fuel – and dung has to be the cheapest and most abundant thing in the world – but it made a world of difference.---- Vidura went on to introduce the spinning wheel and the loom, and is now in dialogue with President Musoveni of Uganda to introduce hemp as a major crop for the villagers who live around Lake Victoria.


Shel Silverstein's Vego Poem

Thanksgiving dinner's sad and thankless,
Christmas dinner's dark and blue,
When you stop and try to see it
From the turkey's point of view.

Sunday dinner isn't funny
Easter feasts are just bad luck,
When you see it from the viewpoint
Of the chicken or the duck.

Oh, how I once loved tuna salad,
Pork and lobsters, lamb chops, too,
Till I stopped and looked at dinner
From the dinner's point of view.

Shel Silverstein - song writer (he wrote all Dr Hook and medicine show's lyrics)


Of Mice And Meat

By Dwarakadhisa-devi Dasi:

Consider for one moment the plight of the carnivorous beast. Skulking about the forest brush, sniffing and listening with intense concentration, hunger gnawing at his belly and burning his eyes, he searches for prey. His meditation is single-pointed in hopes of a kill. But, his task is difficult: to find his prey inattentive and unwary. He must be ready - for whenever the opportunity comes- and his attack must be swift, fearless and lethal. And at last it does come - the kill: the fearful eyes of the victim, the screams of pain and terror, and the stench of fresh blood. For us this would certainly be a repulsive task simply for the business of eating. And this sort of act - this barbarity, this furtive slaughter - marks the difference between civilized and bestial existence.

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Additives of Animal Origin

Categories: Cow Protection

Additives are ingredients added to a substance for the purpose of altering its characteristics - stability, flavour, cost, performance. Smoking food, honey, spices and vinegar are natural additives that are often used in the preservation of food. In times before regulation of foods, unscrupulous vendors were found to use such additives as chalk and ground bone as a cheap substitute for white flour.

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Millions Of Reasons To Protect Cows

Categories: Cow Protection

Millions of people die (40 to 60 million) each year from hunger and diseases related to hunger. As many as 1 billion suffer from chronic hunger and malnutrition while 600 million tons of grain are fed to livestock worldwide. Much of the grain is fed to cattle to inefficiently produce beef. A feedlot cow needs 9 pounds of feed to make one pound of weight gain. It takes 12 pounds of grain to produce one pound of hamburger.

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