Friday, 16 November 2012

Miss India vs the Cows

Miss India  (the bicycle) at home in Tiruvannamalai, South India
I'm not sure if I have mentioned this before in my blog, but I have a bicycle here in Tiruvannamalai; her name is Miss India. The name is emblazoned on the mud guard near the back tire. I was told it's not actually a 'mud' guard but a 'sari' guard for female passengers riding on the back of the bike. I like the fact that my bike has a sari guard and that someone had the good sense to put such a thing on a bike to protect women's saris.

At any rate, Miss India was seriously neglected during the hot season here. With temperatures hovering near 38+ degrees Celsius (100+ Fahrenheit), it was all I could do to make it to the bedroom for my afternoon nap during the dog days of the South Indian summer. There is no central A/C at our house in Tiruvannamalai, but we do have a room A/C that works, if and when the power is on....but that's another story.

So, now that the days are markedly cooler, I have begun taking Miss India for a daily meander along the country roads between our house and Mt. Arunachala. It's very much rural India; goats and cows are frequent travelers on the one lane roads here.

Yesterday, Miss India and I were going the wrong direction at milking time near the local milking station. Baby calves followed their mothers down the dusty dirt road coming directly at us. This happens on a much lesser scale at times, but yesterday Miss India and I were surrounded by a herd of dutiful cows headed resolutely to their evening milking session. I have a small bell on the handlebar of my bike, but the soft tinkle of the bell did little to stop the forward movement of the cows, so I gave up. Miss India and I were swallowed up for a few moments in bovine bliss.

I head back to Chennai and my office in corporate India on Monday morning. Miss India will wait here in Tiruvannamalai under my husband's watchful eye until our next non-corporate Indian adventure. I can't wait.