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Cow's Valentine

 Now they want us to hug the cow. They made us drink its urine and revere its dung. They made us breathe its exhalation saying it's all oxygen. For its sake, they made us kill fellow human beings.

The government is doing this! That's the catastrophe. The government should lead us from darkness to light, from superstition to enlightenment. Our government is doing just the opposite, taking us from 21st century to primitive darkness.


Our government tells us to follow the ancient Vedic culture instead of perverted Western practices like Valentine's Day. Hug a cow on Valentine's Day.

Have these leaders really read the Vedas?

The Vedas chanted hymns before killing cows and horses in sacrifice. Aswamedha and Purushamedha of Vedic days had sexual rituals that would put modern sex perverts to shame.

Yajurveda suggested sex with goats for various benefits like cure from gastric troubles or acquiring eloquence. Sex with a bull can bring prosperity. You need to chant the right shloka, for each, of course.

Atharvaveda has such counsel to young girls as: "Hey, virgin, your bosom is ripe to be fondled by a man. Your mother refused the male touches and see how her breasts sagged before time!"

In Rig, we find Yama's sister seducing Yama, something our present-day Valentines won't dream of doing.

There are many shlokas in the Vedas meant to win over someone else's woman, or to arouse carnal desires in the desired woman, or simply to hoodwink an unsuspecting woman. One such shloka ends with a plea to the gods to transform a woman into a mere sex toy: "All her thoughts do ye, O Mitra and Varuna, drive out of her! Then, having deprived her of her will, put her into my power alone."

Is our government really serious about wanting us to go back to the Vedic civilisation?




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  1. Hari Om
    Indeed... it seems the current chief, despite claiming the Guru he does, holds no value in the truly liberating and balancing Upanishadic teachings of Advaita Vedanta, but chooses, instead, to follow the lower, baser, animalistic path of the Aranyaka and Brahmana texts. By all means hug a cow - but do so because you like that cow and respect it and want it to be your friend. Not because of some notion it benefits the nation. YAM xx

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    1. Yes, if it was to the nondualism of the Upanishads that India was asked to travel, it would have been the real Viswaguru speaking.

      By all means, hug the cow. Yes, again. Let it be love, really.

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  2. Maybe next they will ask us to eat it 😜

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