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India

Holy Cow: A Near Death by Cow Experience

Our eyes locked as soon as I turned the corner, liquid blue on black, like staring down a double barrelled chocolate brown shotgun with eyelashes. The cow stood perfectly still, right in the centre of the narrow dirt road. We stared at each other, unblinking, for a long moment. As I took another tentative step, it lowered its head slightly, snorted and flicked at an errant fly with its rope like tail. I nervously eyed the horns curving long and twisted from its brow, tipped with lethally sharp points.

I looked around. To my right sat a couple of chattering Italian women, basking on a low wall in the sunshine; to my left a solid sandstone wall. The temple I was headed for lay further down the road, I could see the gate over the cow’s murderous gaze. There was no way to go but forwards.

The cow paced towards me, its bony haunches protruding underneath its threadbare hide. It looked seriously pissed off. The realisation floated almost lazily into my brain, a little voice saying incredulously ‘I’m pretty sure that cow is actually going to go for me’.

In a couple of lumbering steps it charged, swinging its horned head and grunting through its nose. I heard the Italian women gasp. Like a badly directed movie, the world slowed down to a single moment – swirling dust motes, my heart pounding in my ears, and the cow’s brown tipped horns levelled at my stomach.

Side stepping quickly against the wall, I put a parked motorbike between us and flattened myself against the warm stone as the cow crashed towards me. Visions of my entrails spilling into the dust swam across my vision, interspersed with a vague regret that I wasn’t wearing full matador’s garb and swinging a red silken flag.

With a kind of macabre amusement, I considered the irony of travelling halfway around the world, surviving various life endangering activities, only to meet my end at the horns of a malnourished Indian cow with an attitude problem. Hysteria mounting, I imagined a variety of hilarious ‘death by cow’ headlines in the local news – ‘homicidal holy cow rampages through Jaisalmer, girl disembowelled’ – in bold letters above a picture of the cow’s murderous grin.

‘Please don’t gore me’ I whispered under my breath. Deaf to my pleas, the cow swung at my exposed midriff. I reached out in terror and grabbed the horns, wrestling with it as it snorted in anger and butted at me with its heavy head. Finally I managed to wrench the horns to one side and slipped past, sprinting for the temple gate in a totally undignified fashion as my assailant lumbered on down the road.

It took about two hours and several cups of sugary chai for my hands to stop shaking, at which point I began to appreciate the humour of the situation – along with a kind of stunned amazement at my super quick cow wrestling ninja instincts – but I gave sacred cows a very wide berth for the rest of my time in India. The lesson to take away from this experience is this: just because a cow is sacred, that doesn’t mean it’s not still a total dickhead.

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  1. Destination Infinity says

    March 18, 2014 at 9:48 am

    Cows are generally very polite. But they choose their enemies very carefully, after a lot of consideration. After all, one is defined by the stature of their enemy! You might want to feel blissful at the honor embezzled on you, that too by a holy cow 😛

  2. Aniket Sawant says

    June 13, 2014 at 6:29 am

    Haha! Being from India myself I had quite a similar experience! 🙂 back in my village in Maharashtra, my brother pulled the tail of a cow, and the cow being a dickhead instead of going after him, came after! I guess all those ppl who visit India have these cow wrestling ninja reflexes u have written bout 😛 btw amazing blog! Thank you

  3. Aniket Sawant says

    June 13, 2014 at 6:30 am

    Haha! Being from India myself I had quite a similar experience! 🙂 back in my village in Maharashtra, my brother pulled the tail of a cow, and the cow being a dickhead. instead of going after him, came after me! I guess all the ppl who visit India have these cow wrestling ninja reflexes u have written bout 😛 btw amazing blog! Thank you

  4. Empty Rucksack says

    June 29, 2014 at 7:31 am

    I would generally carry some food with me, or if I haven’t got any, I would skip the way altogether. Cows are cute n innocent unless you have something up your sleeve

    • Clare says

      July 31, 2014 at 3:35 am

      The only thing up my sleeves were my arms. I’m pretty sure he wanted to gore those too.

  5. Lily Lau says

    October 29, 2014 at 9:03 pm

    That cow knew its stuff! If it was malnourished, food was just in front of it… haha! Glad you’re safe and sound after all.

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