Vrindavan, 2017.01.19 (Raaseshwari Dasi): On the day of Makar Sankranti, I saw a young bull in Loi Bazar. He was walking with extreme difficulty because one of his legs was broken. When I saw him, immediatelly I felt the call in my heart – “you help him.” As always, I followed the voice of my heart.
So I called some “cow helpers” and “cow ambulance” but I was not successful on that day. Nobody came. So I just went back home. The next day I searched for that bull in Loi Bazar, and I couldn’t find him. But that night at around 8pm I saw him along with other cows, getting ready to spend the cold winter night in the street. My heart cried, and I was feeling so impotent for not getting help for him on that day. I fed him with a little gur (jaggery) and I promised that the next day I would, by any means, get help for him. I paid my pranams to him and left him along with the cows in the street.
The local people told me that the bull was injured by a man on a motorcycle one week ago. Nobody did anything to help the bull, what to speak of punishment for the guy who did it. This is the unfortunate situation of cows in Vraj, especially the bulls. They take birth just to make another mother cow who will give milk to feed humans. The baby bulls will never get to drink enough milk for themselves, and later they will be put out to spend the rest of their lives on the roads eating rubbish. Believe it or not – this is the scene in Vrindavan during Kaliyug.
Today I found the bull lying down taking in the rays of the morning sunrise, to get warm after the cold night. He was not accepting food. He was feeling really annoyed with his pain. I sat down to caress him, and when I put my hand on his broken leg something happened. With his mouth the bull pressed my hand against his leg, like wanting my hand to be there giving him warmth or some reiki. It was really touching to my heart. So keeping my hand there I called Care for Cows again to ask for the ambulance service. Fortunately I got the attention of Mr. Keshi Nisudan, who came to see the bull.
When he reached the spot he took one look at the bull and called for the ambulance. While we were waiting for it to arrive, I was shocked seeing how the people in the street behaved with the bull… pushing him with the wheel of a motorcycle to make way… kicking him. Many times I had to shout at those men in distress. They did not care if the bull was hurt; they went on driving with so much passion in their heads, that they didn’t even remember that the cows and bulls are divine beings.
After some time, the cow ambulance came! So my bull went inside it. It was a long operation, but I felt glad at the end because he went to the Care for Cows goshala (cow sanctuary) to be treated by a specialist and heal his injured leg. From now on he will live in the goshala. So I am feeling really glad. After some days I will go to see him again. I named my bull “Bholanath” – the name of Mahadev, who is so loving with the bulls. The personal transport of lord Shiva is a bull named Nandi. So Lord Shiva has special affection for bulls.
Now I am looking for somebody who would like to sponsor Bholanath for the rest of his life. It wil cost 30 dollars a month. Please, if you are interested, let me know. The Care for Cows organization in Vrindavan is taking care of more than 500 bulls and cows collected from the streets of Vrindavan. It was founded by a great devotee of Krishna and lover of cows Sripad Kurmarupa Prabhu, who left this world 2 years ago.
Jai Govinda, Jai Gopal
Jai Bholanath!!!
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