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The Cow From India



The only cow in a small town in Australia stopped giving milk.

The townsfolk found they could buy a cow in India quite cheaply.

So, they brought a Brahman cow all the way from India, amidst a lot of pomp and jubilation.

And yes, it was wonderful.

It produced lots of milk every day and everyone was happy.

They then bought a bull to mate with the cow to get more cows, so they'd never have to worry about their milk supply again. They put the bull in the pasture with the cow but whenever the bull tried to mount the cow, the cow would move away.

No matter what approach the bull tried, the cow would move away from the bull and he was never able to do the deed.

The people were very upset and decided to go the Vet, who was very wise. They told him what was happening and asked his advice.

"Whenever the bull tries to mount our cow, she moves away. If he approaches from the back, she moves forward," they said. "When he approaches her from the front, she backs off. If he attempts from the one side, she walks away to the other side."

The Vet rubbed his chin thoughtfully and pondered this before asking, "Did you, by chance, buy this cow in India?"

The people were dumbfounded, since no one had ever mentioned that they had brought the cow over from India.

"You are truly a wise Vet," they said, "How did you know we got the cow in India?

The Vet replied with a distant look in his eye, "My wife is also a brahman from India."


July 27, 2011

Conversation about this article

1: Sangat Singh (Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia), July 27, 2011, 2:01 PM.

What a gem, Sher ji, where did you find such a stubborn but chaste cow? It has an answer to the bulging question of India's population. Talking of cows and for this story, you will have to blame J. K. Galbraith, the erstwhile U.S. Ambassador to India. Here it goes: It was summer and I was in love. One day, the object of my love, a compact, golden haired girl who lived on Willey's Side road, a half mile away, came over to visit my sisters. They were away and we walked together through the orchard and climbed into a rail fence which overlooked a small field between our place and Bert McCallum's. Our cows were pasturing on the second-growth clover in front of us. The hot summer afternoon lay quiet all around. With the cows was a white bull named O.A.C, the pride of the Ontario Agricultural College - [in Guelph, Ontario, Canada, where Galbraith taught Economics for several years, before moving on to bigger things in the U.S,] - where my father had bid for him at an auction. As we perched on the fence, there was the bull earning his keep by serving a heifer which was in season. Noticing that my companion was watching with evident interest, and with some sense of my own courage, I said: "I think it would be fun to do that." She replied: "Well, it's your cow!"

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