My first day in India

Radhanath SwamiWhen I first came to India, I was about 19 years old. I am just now remembering my first day in this great country. In the evening I was walking down the street in old Delhi, chandani chowk area and one very polite gentleman approached me on the street and asked me, “Where are you from? Why have you come to India? What is your educational qualification?” and then he asked me, “Have you had any food?” So he brought me to a restaurant. As we were waiting, he ordered for me because I did not know anything about India.

It was an open restaurant. Just a few feet away from me on the road, – there was a mother cow and her baby calf. I had never been so close to a cow in my whole life, because in the United States of America, the closest a normal person comes to a cow is seeing them in the pasture grazing, some distance away, while you are driving down the highway. This cow was so beautiful: her eyes were shining, so big, really like lotus petals, very graceful. Her little calf was one of the most beautiful people I have ever seen in my life, so innocent, so life loving. The calf was playing and the mother was so very carefully and lovingly taking care of her little calf: feeding her milk, licking her. It was really a relationship of love.

I was thinking, ‘This love between the mother cow and her little calf is as intimate and as real as any relationship between a human mother and her baby; may be not with the same intellectual capacity. But from the heart, that mother would do anything to protect and satisfy her calf, and that calf was completely dependent on the shelter of the mother.’

I was really enjoying this wonderful experience and the food came. I was still looking at the calf and the cow. My host asked me, “Would you like to know what all these preparations are?” I said, “Yes.”

He said, “This is bread, we call it roti. This is sabji, vegetable, and this is soup, dal. This is rice, and what is on the rice, is meat.”

For the first time in my life I made the connection – to eat this meat means a cow like this and or a calf like this, that loves their life, and who loves their children, as much as I love my mother perhaps, they are killed. I was shocked. I was twenty years old. I never made the connection before. I began to cry; I couldn’t eat. My host looked at me like I was crazy. He said, “What’s wrong?” I was speechless. I began to reflect that this is the power of habit.

Good people, caring people are indulging in activities that is causing blood-shed, murder, killing, pain to innocent, life loving animals, who are people also. Why? Because of habit! – Radhanath Swami

Years later, when I came back to America, I was explaining to people, my relatives, my friends, “Don’t you see the connection?” They could see the connection and they could understand it. It is just common sense. You love your dog, practically as much or more than your other family members. If a dog of an American dies, or a cat, they weep and cry for days in separation as a person that they love is dead. Can’t you see that the cow and that calf is a mother and a child, who love their life and love their family as much as you and me. They could understand! It is a common sense, but due to habit it just would not sink in. They have been conditioned from birth to this eating meat.

Srila Prabhupada has said that one must be clean in heart and habit, in order to understand spiritual truth. Man is a creature of habit and we can change our habits with practice.

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