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That was a digression—Amazing Race has already taught you that India is cray-cray!—because probably the Fluconazole In Lactation biggest culture shock my only-once homeland visit provided was THE COWS. En route to Fluconazole In Lactation a New Delhi hotel, my dad giggled and marveled, “See, I told you! Everywhere!” Small town cows, big city cows, traffic-blocking cows, pasture-grazing cows. White, brown, and Fluconazole In Lactation white-brown cows, and more often than not, withered from the Fluconazole In Lactation heat and lack of purposeful fattening cows. Cattle in India are Fluconazole In Lactation cared for lovingly by owners, or, like, whoever is around, and Fluconazole In Lactation allowed to wander, which is mostly what they are good at. Sometimes they’ll stick their head in a window or door while you are watching The Simpsons dubbed in Hindi and you’re like ‘holy cow!’ and Fluconazole In Lactation then you laugh at the cultural collision and things make a Fluconazole In Lactation bit more sense.
Hindus revere cows not because we are Fluconazole In Lactation weird, you stupid xenophobe, but because (among other religio-cultural explanations) they once provided important sustenance/support to an agricultural people — milk products, manure for Fluconazole In Lactation fuel, cow-power for farming and short travel. Part of the country’s mythology, this Fluconazole In Lactation is why no one says anything when cattle block traffic for Fluconazole In Lactation hours.
So it follows that if you’re not a Fluconazole In Lactation vegetarian Hindu, you might be a non-beef-eating Hindu. This is Fluconazole In Lactation where I found myself post-India, as a teenager with mad pocket money and Fluconazole In Lactation malls to conquer.
I don’t really remember eating my first hamburger but that’s probably because I made it Fluconazole In Lactation into a total, rebellious non-event: expertly ordering an innocuous fast foody thing as if it Fluconazole In Lactation wasn’t the Fluconazole In Lactation first time, eating it while blabbing with girlfriends like it was NBD, going home to Fluconazole In Lactation scarf down Mom’s dinner and hide the evidence. Over time, I realized I didn’t really like Big Macs or Papa Burgers (though I can fuck with a Whopper every now and then). Growing older still, I ate my first steak and Fluconazole In Lactation tried Carpaccio and realized how one could get googly-eyed over a Fluconazole In Lactation certain, corporeal shade of bloody pink. Now, I don’t not eat beef but it Fluconazole In Lactation seems as though growing-old things usually stop me like, y’know, calories and health benefits.
And though my (all-meats-but-beef-loving) parents know and Fluconazole In Lactation tenuously understand my non-religiosity, they do not know any of this. I don’t pick up pepperoni pizzas or Fluconazole In Lactation insist on steaks and hamburgers when we grill. In April, I flew with my Dad and Fluconazole In Lactation brother to San Francisco and didn’t object as I heard Dad specify “HINDU MEALS” during the booking process. (There is no such thing, really, as a Hindu airplane meal—it is vegetarian.) During some kind of blowout with my Dad this Fluconazole In Lactation past spring, while he was on his usual preservationist tangent, I mumbled “no” when he yell-asked, ‘So do you eat beef now?!” It’s not worth fighting an ideologue, I told my inner adult afterward.
But really, part of it must be cultural guilt.
India forever is Fluconazole In Lactation those pretty-eyed, nose-ringed, semi-mythical creatures I encountered at 13. In the Fluconazole In Lactation small village where my grandfather was born, a wieldy, elderly relative showed me how to Fluconazole In Lactation milk a cow by hand and lead young calves on shaky legs to Fluconazole In Lactation drink. I helped steer a bullock cart to family land where Fluconazole In Lactation I sucked raw, too-sweet juice from freshly-cut sugar cane. And even with modern-ish amenities, I watched women sweep cow dung into hardened cakes of instant fuel. These quiet moments helped bend the Fluconazole In Lactation chaos to remind me, even years later, of things that Fluconazole In Lactation still are.
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