Of Bulls and more bulls

Bulls!!!
Bulls! No I am not talking about our senior, my namesake (although imagining so many of him in this world I scary EEEKS!!) nor am I chatting about the variety that the crazy fin guys like to chat about (Sheesh talk to any fin guy abt a bull and he will start a monologue abt "bulls an beers". the nuts need to be told that "beer" is something great to drink, a "bear" (pronon bare) is the frizzy huge grizzly thingie which is not something u want to be holding in ur hand at a pub and the same thing that they relate to in some financial sort of way.)
Anyway the bulls I am referring to are the four legged, two horned variety. With a hump. Are they oxen or just plain cows? (Love the term Gaays. Gaays and gals) hehhehe sorry bad joke. Anyway back to the bully thingie.
Oh yeah so many of them on the streets of Baroda. U find them everywhere in all postures. This city just seems to love them. And they hang around (not literally of course) nonchalantly chewing away. Envy their lives sometimes. Imagine being able to sit bang in the middle of a crowded highway and just chew. Can think of a song too ... JUST CHEW CHEW JUST CHEW
Back to reality. Oh yes all vehicles avoid them on the roads. they don’t move an inch from their seating positions and we poor humans driving the latest of amazing vehicles (from the VOLVO bus to the Mercedes car) have to weave our way around them.
Talking about VOLVOs the state of intercity transport buses is dismal. And that is an understatement. U look at one of these contraptions an wonder how the heck it manages to move carrying anything that is living let alone crossing distances over 200km. but they do that so I guess everything is fine and dandy. Except just before u travel u should gulp down all the ingredients of a shake. After the rattle filled journey u would be shaken and will have a shake in ur belly. (REALLY SAD ONE BUT SOME THINGS DONT CHANGE)
MOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!