Vegan.
Vegan?
Why vegan?
It all started one fine day when my father walked in and said he's going "vegan". I instantly thought of it to be a shortened version of vegetarian, and laughed at him. He snorted, and started to explain what it actually meant. Well, at first, it all bounced off my head when I heard "Give up cheese".
It took me a while, about a year, to realize what was wrong in my current lifestyle. I kept convincing myself that nothing was. Really? I then started reading and researching more about veganism and what's wrong and right with it.
I first read about the dairy industry. About the torture that went behind making a single glass of milk. I was horrified. And horrified is an understatement.
One thing led to another, who would have thought the dairy industry is so closely related to the meat industry? I, for one, have been an animal lover for most parts of my life. After two dogs at home, I only empathized with them that much more.
And then, my world shattered.
Everything I ate on a normal basis was stemming from cruelty. I felt like I had an identity crisis. Morning milk, curd rice for lunch, buttermilk to calm myself, cheese for all those cravings, curd rice for the night again. Not to mention the occasional butter and creamy pasta indulgence.
Then came a point where I learnt to look at life differently. I learnt how to look through a lens that is not selfish. When I realized that it was not worth the pain I was putting an animal through.
I could not give up my indulgences quickly, but eventually, when I saw a bowl of curd rice or a glass of milk, I could only see exorbitant levels of cruelty, along with blood and puss in it. It did not taste good anymore. I knew I needed to get away.
Hence began my journey..
Vegan?
Why vegan?
It all started one fine day when my father walked in and said he's going "vegan". I instantly thought of it to be a shortened version of vegetarian, and laughed at him. He snorted, and started to explain what it actually meant. Well, at first, it all bounced off my head when I heard "Give up cheese".
It took me a while, about a year, to realize what was wrong in my current lifestyle. I kept convincing myself that nothing was. Really? I then started reading and researching more about veganism and what's wrong and right with it.
I first read about the dairy industry. About the torture that went behind making a single glass of milk. I was horrified. And horrified is an understatement.
One thing led to another, who would have thought the dairy industry is so closely related to the meat industry? I, for one, have been an animal lover for most parts of my life. After two dogs at home, I only empathized with them that much more.
And then, my world shattered.
Everything I ate on a normal basis was stemming from cruelty. I felt like I had an identity crisis. Morning milk, curd rice for lunch, buttermilk to calm myself, cheese for all those cravings, curd rice for the night again. Not to mention the occasional butter and creamy pasta indulgence.
Then came a point where I learnt to look at life differently. I learnt how to look through a lens that is not selfish. When I realized that it was not worth the pain I was putting an animal through.
I could not give up my indulgences quickly, but eventually, when I saw a bowl of curd rice or a glass of milk, I could only see exorbitant levels of cruelty, along with blood and puss in it. It did not taste good anymore. I knew I needed to get away.
Hence began my journey..
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