Animal Sacrifice in Hilly States of India

I was once a happy lamb, full of energy and mischief. When I bounced from rock to rock, trying to get to the peak of the hill, my brothers and sisters were much quieter. I was the youngest and mom fussed over me all the time though I am sure I was quite a handful. Childhood was fun.Then I grew up. My coat became shinier and my horns quite massive. It took a while to get used to them. But soon I was proud of them and it was quite apparent that I was the favorite amongst the fairer sex. I and my brothers created quite a racquet indulging in mock fights while my sisters and other female sheep and goats watched from a distance, their eyes full of awe and fear. If we overdid it, master often put us in separate sheds.And then one day, a nice-looking man took me away from my master. Whistling and singing songs, the man led me through a lovely path strewn with fallen leaves, a gurgling mountain river flowing on one side and rugged cliffs on the other. We walked for miles up the mountains. In spite of my deep sorrow, I was looking forward to my new home, which I assume would be beautiful. At times I hopped ahead. Soon we were surrounded by clouds and a light drizzle caressed my coat.Soon we reached his home and I was led into an empty shed. I assumed that this was going to be my new home. I was very excited about the vast green fields outside and the snow-covered Himalayas visible high up. I couldn’t wait for the dawn to break and couldn’t sleep well.At dawn, my new master came into the shed along with his slender wife, who held a tiny squirming bundle close to her bosom. And soon we were on the road again, my master walking ahead leading me and his wife following behind, holding the restless infant.  We travelled for more than two hours down an unpaved path, following a narrow stream of river until we reached a beautiful temple made of stone. Master went in and spoke to the pujari while we stood there waiting. Master’s wife sat down beside me. For the first time I saw the angelic face of the baby. Its skin was soft and pale and it held both its arms above its head, fists tightly closed. It looked so peaceful as it slept. I felt like nuzzling him. Soon one day, it would grow up and start walking. Perhaps then, I would play with it. Not now, it was too tiny.Master came back and took the baby from his wife. The pujari smiled at her and then looked at me. “Wow, that’s a good one!” he commented to my master. My chest swelled with pride and I tried to make myself look bigger.After the prayers we proceeded to the compound behind the temple. A few men sat there sharpening a sickle. A couple of them came forward and grabbed me, one of them held my head and the other my legs. I was bewildered, couldn’t understand the sudden violence. It was then that I noticed the strange smell about the place. I didn’t like it. I wanted to get free, but they held on. They were too strong for me. Someone rubbed some soap on my neck. Another retreated a few steps and then came forward with the sickle raised…over my head…

I was once a happy lamb, full of energy and mischief. When I bounced from rock to rock, trying to get to the peak of the hill, my brothers and sisters were much quieter. I was the youngest and mom fussed over me all the time though I am sure I was quite a handful. Childhood was fun.

Then I grew up. My coat became shinier and my horns quite massive. It took a while to get used to them. But soon I was proud of them and it was quite apparent that I was the favorite amongst the fairer sex. I and my brothers created quite a racquet indulging in mock fights while my sisters and other female sheep and goats watched from a distance, their eyes full of awe and fear. If we overdid it, master often put us in separate sheds.

I was once a happy lamb, full of energy and mischief. When I bounced from rock to rock, trying to get to the peak of the hill, my brothers and sisters were much quieter. I was the youngest and mom fussed over me all the time though I am sure I was quite a handful. Childhood was fun.Then I grew up. My coat became shinier and my horns quite massive. It took a while to get used to them. But soon I was proud of them and it was quite apparent that I was the favorite amongst the fairer sex. I and my brothers created quite a racquet indulging in mock fights while my sisters and other female sheep and goats watched from a distance, their eyes full of awe and fear. If we overdid it, master often put us in separate sheds.And then one day, a nice-looking man took me away from my master. Whistling and singing songs, the man led me through a lovely path strewn with fallen leaves, a gurgling mountain river flowing on one side and rugged cliffs on the other. We walked for miles up the mountains. In spite of my deep sorrow, I was looking forward to my new home, which I assume would be beautiful. At times I hopped ahead. Soon we were surrounded by clouds and a light drizzle caressed my coat.Soon we reached his home and I was led into an empty shed. I assumed that this was going to be my new home. I was very excited about the vast green fields outside and the snow-covered Himalayas visible high up. I couldn’t wait for the dawn to break and couldn’t sleep well.At dawn, my new master came into the shed along with his slender wife, who held a tiny squirming bundle close to her bosom. And soon we were on the road again, my master walking ahead leading me and his wife following behind, holding the restless infant.  We travelled for more than two hours down an unpaved path, following a narrow stream of river until we reached a beautiful temple made of stone. Master went in and spoke to the pujari while we stood there waiting. Master’s wife sat down beside me. For the first time I saw the angelic face of the baby. Its skin was soft and pale and it held both its arms above its head, fists tightly closed. It looked so peaceful as it slept. I felt like nuzzling him. Soon one day, it would grow up and start walking. Perhaps then, I would play with it. Not now, it was too tiny.Master came back and took the baby from his wife. The pujari smiled at her and then looked at me. “Wow, that’s a good one!” he commented to my master. My chest swelled with pride and I tried to make myself look bigger.After the prayers we proceeded to the compound behind the temple. A few men sat there sharpening a sickle. A couple of them came forward and grabbed me, one of them held my head and the other my legs. I was bewildered, couldn’t understand the sudden violence. It was then that I noticed the strange smell about the place. I didn’t like it. I wanted to get free, but they held on. They were too strong for me. Someone rubbed some soap on my neck. Another retreated a few steps and then came forward with the sickle raised…over my head…

And then one day, a nice-looking man took me away from my master. Whistling and singing songs, the man led me through a lovely path strewn with fallen leaves, a gurgling mountain river flowing on one side and rugged cliffs on the other. We walked for miles up the mountains. In spite of my deep sorrow, I was looking forward to my new home, which I assume would be beautiful. At times I hopped ahead. Soon we were surrounded by clouds and a light drizzle caressed my coat.

Soon we reached his home and I was led into an empty shed. I assumed that this was going to be my new home. I was very excited about the vast green fields outside and the snow-covered Himalayas visible high up. I couldn’t wait for the dawn to break and couldn’t sleep well.

I was once a happy lamb, full of energy and mischief. When I bounced from rock to rock, trying to get to the peak of the hill, my brothers and sisters were much quieter. I was the youngest and mom fussed over me all the time though I am sure I was quite a handful. Childhood was fun.Then I grew up. My coat became shinier and my horns quite massive. It took a while to get used to them. But soon I was proud of them and it was quite apparent that I was the favorite amongst the fairer sex. I and my brothers created quite a racquet indulging in mock fights while my sisters and other female sheep and goats watched from a distance, their eyes full of awe and fear. If we overdid it, master often put us in separate sheds.And then one day, a nice-looking man took me away from my master. Whistling and singing songs, the man led me through a lovely path strewn with fallen leaves, a gurgling mountain river flowing on one side and rugged cliffs on the other. We walked for miles up the mountains. In spite of my deep sorrow, I was looking forward to my new home, which I assume would be beautiful. At times I hopped ahead. Soon we were surrounded by clouds and a light drizzle caressed my coat.Soon we reached his home and I was led into an empty shed. I assumed that this was going to be my new home. I was very excited about the vast green fields outside and the snow-covered Himalayas visible high up. I couldn’t wait for the dawn to break and couldn’t sleep well.At dawn, my new master came into the shed along with his slender wife, who held a tiny squirming bundle close to her bosom. And soon we were on the road again, my master walking ahead leading me and his wife following behind, holding the restless infant.  We travelled for more than two hours down an unpaved path, following a narrow stream of river until we reached a beautiful temple made of stone. Master went in and spoke to the pujari while we stood there waiting. Master’s wife sat down beside me. For the first time I saw the angelic face of the baby. Its skin was soft and pale and it held both its arms above its head, fists tightly closed. It looked so peaceful as it slept. I felt like nuzzling him. Soon one day, it would grow up and start walking. Perhaps then, I would play with it. Not now, it was too tiny.Master came back and took the baby from his wife. The pujari smiled at her and then looked at me. “Wow, that’s a good one!” he commented to my master. My chest swelled with pride and I tried to make myself look bigger.After the prayers we proceeded to the compound behind the temple. A few men sat there sharpening a sickle. A couple of them came forward and grabbed me, one of them held my head and the other my legs. I was bewildered, couldn’t understand the sudden violence. It was then that I noticed the strange smell about the place. I didn’t like it. I wanted to get free, but they held on. They were too strong for me. Someone rubbed some soap on my neck. Another retreated a few steps and then came forward with the sickle raised…over my head…

At dawn, my new master came into the shed along with his slender wife, who held a tiny squirming bundle close to her bosom. And soon we were on the road again, my master walking ahead leading me and his wife following behind, holding the restless infant.

I was once a happy lamb, full of energy and mischief. When I bounced from rock to rock, trying to get to the peak of the hill, my brothers and sisters were much quieter. I was the youngest and mom fussed over me all the time though I am sure I was quite a handful. Childhood was fun.Then I grew up. My coat became shinier and my horns quite massive. It took a while to get used to them. But soon I was proud of them and it was quite apparent that I was the favorite amongst the fairer sex. I and my brothers created quite a racquet indulging in mock fights while my sisters and other female sheep and goats watched from a distance, their eyes full of awe and fear. If we overdid it, master often put us in separate sheds.And then one day, a nice-looking man took me away from my master. Whistling and singing songs, the man led me through a lovely path strewn with fallen leaves, a gurgling mountain river flowing on one side and rugged cliffs on the other. We walked for miles up the mountains. In spite of my deep sorrow, I was looking forward to my new home, which I assume would be beautiful. At times I hopped ahead. Soon we were surrounded by clouds and a light drizzle caressed my coat.Soon we reached his home and I was led into an empty shed. I assumed that this was going to be my new home. I was very excited about the vast green fields outside and the snow-covered Himalayas visible high up. I couldn’t wait for the dawn to break and couldn’t sleep well.At dawn, my new master came into the shed along with his slender wife, who held a tiny squirming bundle close to her bosom. And soon we were on the road again, my master walking ahead leading me and his wife following behind, holding the restless infant.  We travelled for more than two hours down an unpaved path, following a narrow stream of river until we reached a beautiful temple made of stone. Master went in and spoke to the pujari while we stood there waiting. Master’s wife sat down beside me. For the first time I saw the angelic face of the baby. Its skin was soft and pale and it held both its arms above its head, fists tightly closed. It looked so peaceful as it slept. I felt like nuzzling him. Soon one day, it would grow up and start walking. Perhaps then, I would play with it. Not now, it was too tiny.Master came back and took the baby from his wife. The pujari smiled at her and then looked at me. “Wow, that’s a good one!” he commented to my master. My chest swelled with pride and I tried to make myself look bigger.After the prayers we proceeded to the compound behind the temple. A few men sat there sharpening a sickle. A couple of them came forward and grabbed me, one of them held my head and the other my legs. I was bewildered, couldn’t understand the sudden violence. It was then that I noticed the strange smell about the place. I didn’t like it. I wanted to get free, but they held on. They were too strong for me. Someone rubbed some soap on my neck. Another retreated a few steps and then came forward with the sickle raised…over my head…

  We travelled for more than two hours down an unpaved path, following a narrow stream of river until we reached a beautiful temple made of stone. Master went in and spoke to the pujari while we stood there waiting. Master’s wife sat down beside me. For the first time I saw the angelic face of the baby. Its skin was soft and pale and it held both its arms above its head, fists tightly closed. It looked so peaceful as it slept. I felt like nuzzling him. Soon one day, it would grow up and start walking. Perhaps then, I would play with it. Not now, it was too tiny.

I was once a happy lamb, full of energy and mischief. When I bounced from rock to rock, trying to get to the peak of the hill, my brothers and sisters were much quieter. I was the youngest and mom fussed over me all the time though I am sure I was quite a handful. Childhood was fun.Then I grew up. My coat became shinier and my horns quite massive. It took a while to get used to them. But soon I was proud of them and it was quite apparent that I was the favorite amongst the fairer sex. I and my brothers created quite a racquet indulging in mock fights while my sisters and other female sheep and goats watched from a distance, their eyes full of awe and fear. If we overdid it, master often put us in separate sheds.And then one day, a nice-looking man took me away from my master. Whistling and singing songs, the man led me through a lovely path strewn with fallen leaves, a gurgling mountain river flowing on one side and rugged cliffs on the other. We walked for miles up the mountains. In spite of my deep sorrow, I was looking forward to my new home, which I assume would be beautiful. At times I hopped ahead. Soon we were surrounded by clouds and a light drizzle caressed my coat.Soon we reached his home and I was led into an empty shed. I assumed that this was going to be my new home. I was very excited about the vast green fields outside and the snow-covered Himalayas visible high up. I couldn’t wait for the dawn to break and couldn’t sleep well.At dawn, my new master came into the shed along with his slender wife, who held a tiny squirming bundle close to her bosom. And soon we were on the road again, my master walking ahead leading me and his wife following behind, holding the restless infant.  We travelled for more than two hours down an unpaved path, following a narrow stream of river until we reached a beautiful temple made of stone. Master went in and spoke to the pujari while we stood there waiting. Master’s wife sat down beside me. For the first time I saw the angelic face of the baby. Its skin was soft and pale and it held both its arms above its head, fists tightly closed. It looked so peaceful as it slept. I felt like nuzzling him. Soon one day, it would grow up and start walking. Perhaps then, I would play with it. Not now, it was too tiny.Master came back and took the baby from his wife. The pujari smiled at her and then looked at me. “Wow, that’s a good one!” he commented to my master. My chest swelled with pride and I tried to make myself look bigger.After the prayers we proceeded to the compound behind the temple. A few men sat there sharpening a sickle. A couple of them came forward and grabbed me, one of them held my head and the other my legs. I was bewildered, couldn’t understand the sudden violence. It was then that I noticed the strange smell about the place. I didn’t like it. I wanted to get free, but they held on. They were too strong for me. Someone rubbed some soap on my neck. Another retreated a few steps and then came forward with the sickle raised…over my head…

Master came back and took the baby from his wife. The pujari smiled at her and then looked at me. “Wow, that’s a good one!” he commented to my master. My chest swelled with pride and I tried to make myself look bigger.

I was once a happy lamb, full of energy and mischief. When I bounced from rock to rock, trying to get to the peak of the hill, my brothers and sisters were much quieter. I was the youngest and mom fussed over me all the time though I am sure I was quite a handful. Childhood was fun.Then I grew up. My coat became shinier and my horns quite massive. It took a while to get used to them. But soon I was proud of them and it was quite apparent that I was the favorite amongst the fairer sex. I and my brothers created quite a racquet indulging in mock fights while my sisters and other female sheep and goats watched from a distance, their eyes full of awe and fear. If we overdid it, master often put us in separate sheds.And then one day, a nice-looking man took me away from my master. Whistling and singing songs, the man led me through a lovely path strewn with fallen leaves, a gurgling mountain river flowing on one side and rugged cliffs on the other. We walked for miles up the mountains. In spite of my deep sorrow, I was looking forward to my new home, which I assume would be beautiful. At times I hopped ahead. Soon we were surrounded by clouds and a light drizzle caressed my coat.Soon we reached his home and I was led into an empty shed. I assumed that this was going to be my new home. I was very excited about the vast green fields outside and the snow-covered Himalayas visible high up. I couldn’t wait for the dawn to break and couldn’t sleep well.At dawn, my new master came into the shed along with his slender wife, who held a tiny squirming bundle close to her bosom. And soon we were on the road again, my master walking ahead leading me and his wife following behind, holding the restless infant.  We travelled for more than two hours down an unpaved path, following a narrow stream of river until we reached a beautiful temple made of stone. Master went in and spoke to the pujari while we stood there waiting. Master’s wife sat down beside me. For the first time I saw the angelic face of the baby. Its skin was soft and pale and it held both its arms above its head, fists tightly closed. It looked so peaceful as it slept. I felt like nuzzling him. Soon one day, it would grow up and start walking. Perhaps then, I would play with it. Not now, it was too tiny.Master came back and took the baby from his wife. The pujari smiled at her and then looked at me. “Wow, that’s a good one!” he commented to my master. My chest swelled with pride and I tried to make myself look bigger.After the prayers we proceeded to the compound behind the temple. A few men sat there sharpening a sickle. A couple of them came forward and grabbed me, one of them held my head and the other my legs. I was bewildered, couldn’t understand the sudden violence. It was then that I noticed the strange smell about the place. I didn’t like it. I wanted to get free, but they held on. They were too strong for me. Someone rubbed some soap on my neck. Another retreated a few steps and then came forward with the sickle raised…over my head…

After the prayers we proceeded to the compound behind the temple. A few men sat there sharpening a sickle. A couple of them came forward and grabbed me, one of them held my head and the other my legs. I was bewildered, couldn’t understand the sudden violence. It was then that I noticed the strange smell about the place. I didn’t like it. I wanted to get free, but they held on. They were too strong for me. Someone rubbed some soap on my neck. Another retreated a few steps and then came forward with the sickle raised…over my head…

3 comments:

Nevin said...

Brilliant. Absolutely speechless. Quality literature backed by some amazing photos. I wish every blogger on Earth was like you. Great going :)

Mareta Kusumaningrum said...

Wonderfull :)

Atanu Dey said...

Lovely pictures and a nice script tie them together.

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