A fellow Rickshaw Run team posted this poem he wrote on our internal WhatsApp Geoup. Too good not to share:
A Missive to the Cows of India – Lords of the Lane Dear Sacred Moo-vement, We write to you with deep reverence and mild confusion. In a land where horns are louder than temple bells, where trucks, rickshaws, and scooters play daily games of chicken at 80km/h, where even the pedestrians are in a sprint—you, oh holy bovine, bring the entire circus to a stop. There you are, strolling the superhighways, chewing your cud in the middle of six lanes like you’re on a spiritual pilgrimage to the median strip. And what happens? Silence. Stillness. Respect. No horns. No engines revving. Just vehicles tiptoeing past you at 2km/h, as if sneaking out of bed at 3am not to wake the cow-shaped gods. You don’t just cross roads—you part traffic like holy waters, reminding us all that in the chaos of India, true power is calm, slow, and occasionally covered in dust. Namaste, noble moo. You truly are top of the traffic pyramid. With hoof-hearted admiration, Team Namastecation (Still waiting for the courage to honk)
A Missive to the Cows of India – Lords of the Lane Dear Sacred Moo-vement, We write to you with deep reverence and mild confusion. In a land where horns are louder than temple bells, where trucks, rickshaws, and scooters play daily games of chicken at 80km/h, where even the pedestrians are in a sprint—you, oh holy bovine, bring the entire circus to a stop. There you are, strolling the superhighways, chewing your cud in the middle of six lanes like you’re on a spiritual pilgrimage to the median strip. And what happens? Silence. Stillness. Respect. No horns. No engines revving. Just vehicles tiptoeing past you at 2km/h, as if sneaking out of bed at 3am not to wake the cow-shaped gods. You don’t just cross roads—you part traffic like holy waters, reminding us all that in the chaos of India, true power is calm, slow, and occasionally covered in dust. Namaste, noble moo. You truly are top of the traffic pyramid. With hoof-hearted admiration, Team Namastecation (Still waiting for the courage to honk)
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