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The cow and the mosquito

The picture is from the ISKCON site.

The cow asked the mosquito, “There’s so much milk in my udder.  Why are you then sucking my blood?”


The mosquito grinned at the cow and went on sucking the blood. 

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  1. Hahaha..Just like the Iskcon guys sucks our Money in the name of service to God even money is not needed for the service of God

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    1. I borrowed the pic from ISKCON but did not intend to make fun of them. I was referring to the normal tendency of certain species (of people, particularly) who are bent upon sucking the blood of others when there are far better things to be extracted!

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    2. I know you're not making fun of them but everyone knows the truth they are sucking People's money in the name of service to god...I am not referring to God I am referring to the Iskcon Guys not only Iskcon but most of the Big temples in India they are taking it up as a business..

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  2. I too was wondering what you would be doing on the ISKCON site? I thought you were an atheist(who was by birth a Christian).

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    1. I was doing nothing at the ISKCON site, Sid. I just google for a picture of a smiling cow and google landed me at ISKCON :)

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  3. Wow! What a parable! Milk is your cup of tea! Blood is your Boss' cup of tea! Ha..Ha.. What a Dairy! Hats of to you, sir.

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    1. Wings, see how you applied it to life around you and found the small post relevant and meaningful. There are lots of people in the world who can find it similarly relevant and meaningful.

      By the way, I should make it clear that the idea is borrowed from a Malayalam poet whose name I can't recall.

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  4. That poem is one that perplexed me always, as biologically speaking nothing wrong in what the mosquito is doing. But from the view point of a creature that likes milk more than blood, its wrong. And I get confused thinking what is absolute right, if there is such a thing.

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    1. The poem is not about absoluteness, Santhosh. At any rate, is there anything absolute outside the world of mathematical sciences? The poem conveys the idea that even when there are a lot of good things to be looked at many people would rather go looking for the ugly side of reality.

      Cows and mosquitoes don't read literature, you see. It's all for us, those who create meaning with words.

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  5. This is all about ordination, which you have narrated in few simple lines. And, that is why most of the people are "Nearer the Church, And Farther the God".
    Nevertheless, Excellent.....

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    1. You know, by mentioning ISKCON I was merely acknowledging the source of the pic. The post has little to do with religion, though it can be applied to religion as well.

      You are right: those who wear the trappings of religion on their sleeve are the least religious.

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  6. wow.. simple and a wonderful parable. :)

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  7. hahhaa I see sir- ISKCON grabbed the unwanted attention out here.Anyways.. on the amazing story .. Ask a corrupt - Need Money or Nirvana .. and you know the answer :D .. my owl interprets so :)

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    1. The advantage with allegories is that one can interpret it in a million ways. I'm happy I could elicit the natural that is very congenial to you.

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  8. I was hoping to read a gripping story ... but this one is brilliant :D

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    1. This could be one of the shortest stories you ever read :)

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  9. Hello sir. Actually like sangeeta said, i too felt there would be some short story ahead. But this one liner is subtle and far more effective.

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    1. Sometimes a few words can convey much. Thanks, Ritesh. But I must acknowledge my debt to a Malayalam poet for this achievement.

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  10. LOL...people are more interested in petty things :P

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    1. May not always be petty, Pankti. Sometimes the interests can be lethal.

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    2. What seems lethal is not always lethal when you look at it from the macro level. At least, that's my observation has been until now.

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