The Proudest Moment of My Life

August 1, 2012 By Leave a Comment

The 26th January of this year brought the proudest moment of my life. On this day the President of India presented me with the award for outstanding bravery. I participated in the national parade with other boys and girls. Later on we went to meet the P. M. who talked to us in a very friendly manner and encouraged us for always being up and doing. All this happened because I had saved the life of hundreds of people a few months back.

An Essay and Article On the Proudest moment of Life.

It was the October of the previous year. I was on a visit to my uncle who is a Station Master of a small railway station on Allahabad-Jabalpur-Bombay line, about fifty kilo-meters from Jabalpur. It was a rather lonely spot. The area was rocky and full of thick growth of trees. The railway track took turnings at many places. It was my practice to take long walks along the railway track in the afternoons. I enjoyed the sense of lone lines in the natural surroundings. One afternoon I was walking along the track, enjoying the scenery and atmosphere. I had gone for about six kilometers.

Proudest moment of LifeThere was a bend of the railway line. When I reached the bend I suddenly saw that the rails were not in their place. The fish-plates had been removed and rails disturbed. There, was no one in sight for miles. If a train came, there would be a big accident. Lives would be lost. I looked at my watch. The Howrah-Bombay Mail was due to pass in about fifteen minutes. It would come thundering at 120 kms. Per hour and the driver won’t be able to see the danger until it was too late. It would be disaster! What could I do? The driver had to be warned.

The Act that made me the proudest

I started running in the direction from which the train would arrive. I ran for about ten minutes. I was breathless and soaked in perspiration. Then it struck me that the driver might not stop the train at my signal. He had to be shown something red to make him realize the gravity. I was putting on a white shirt. I tore if off. I then slashed ‘my arm with my pocket- knife and dyed it red in blood. Then I again started running. Suddenly I heard the sound of the coming train. Then I saw it coming in the distance. I ran between the tracks waving the red shirt and shouting. My arm was bleeding profusely. I felt faint but I gritted my teeth and kept on running.

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At last the driver saw me. He blew the whistle to warn me. I still went forward. The driver then slowed the train and blew the whistle again for me to get off the track. I still went ahead. The train was now very near. I continued, fearing that if I got off from the track the driver might not stop the train. When the engine of the slowing train was very near, I suddenly felt giddy and fell down unconscious on the, track. The driver was able to stop the train in time. People got down. I was brought to consciousness. When I could speak, I told them of the danger. They were all very much impressed by my brave deed. I was made a hero. I had saved a lot of lives. This was the Essay on Proudest moment of my life

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A Day in the Life of A Policeman

August 1, 2012 By Leave a Comment

I am a traffic policeman. You have seen me usually at busy crossings or strategic points guiding the traffic and easing the traffic-jams. Let me tell you about an average day of my life. I am expected to do eight hours duty every day, with an interval after four hours.

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My day starts usually at eight o’clock in the morning. I am sent to some important crossing to control the traffic. Sometimes I am alone and sometimes we are two policemen. Generally the traffic is not very heavy around eight. I guide the vehicles and people coming from different directions in a relaxed manner. But as the office-hour and school-time come near, the rush becomes heavier. All sorts of vehicles, buses cars, tempos, scooters, mopeds, cycles, rickshaws, trolleys etc. start coming usually from three directions and going in the fourth direction.

Helping Nature of the policeman

Pedestrians are also moving in great numbers. That is the time when I am busy, physically and mentally both. My hands and arms are busy guiding and signaling, my eyes are busy judging and my whistle is busy blowing. I cannot afford to make any mistake at that time. Nor can I relax. I just go on in a hectic manner with only one thought of guiding the traffic. After about an hour and a half this mad rush eases and I also relax a little but I still keep on standing at the traffic island guiding the people.

Only when someone relieves me do I leave my position. By that time I am so exhausted that I am ready to collapse. I need rest for a while. At four my duty starts again, and the same activity is repeated till eight o’clock. During this time I meet different kinds of people and experiences. Some do not know traffic rules and make mistakes. I scold them or take down their numbers. Some make mistakes and then apologies. I uS4ally forgive them. Some behave arrogantly and 1 am very strict with them. Some even try to bribe me. I am very angry with these people. I know some of my colleagues do accept bribes and let off the offenders. In fact, we traffic-policemen re notorious for this. But I have a different code f life. I cannot compromise with this kind of attitude.

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As a traffic-policeman I have witnessed some very tragic traffic accidents. Only yesterday as I was standing and guiding the traffic, a Maruti car carne from one direction and tried to stop abruptly as I had not given a signal to proceed. Its brakes failed. It was in speed It moved beyond the Zebra line and collided with a jeep corning from its right, and which had a signal from me to go ahead. There was a big bag. No one was hurt in the sturdy jeep but the Maruti was completely smashed. Its driver, who was a young man, suffered three fractures, including one of the spinal column.

The other occupant of the car, another young man, had three ribs broken and some of his teeth knocked out. Luckily no one was killed. A crowd assembled there. The injured were taken to the hospital. The smashed car was towed away to the workshop and I was again doing my usual work of directing the traffic. Well this is my average day. You may decide for yourself whether it is easy or tough, interesting or dull.

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A Day In the Life Of A Postman

August 1, 2012 By Leave a Comment

I am a postman. When I was working in the rural area I did many types of work in one day. I brought the mail from the train, sorted it, stamped it and then delivered it to different people in different villages. I also collected the letters from the letter-boxes, stamped them and took them to the station. I also brought money to the people sent by money order.

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Sometimes I brought them parcels too. Now I am posted in a big city where the work is much more. There are many postman. Their areas and duties are divided. I am a postman who delivers letters in a few localities of the city. My day usually starts around nine-thirty. I go to the post office and collect the letters to be delivered in my area. Then I arrange them sequence-wise. I put them in my bag with my Tiffin- box and start on my cycle. Some letters I slide under the doors and some I throw in the verandahs, shouting ‘Postman’. Some people have their own letter- boxes in front of their doors or gates. I put their mail in them.

People’s love for the postman

Some people meet me waiting outside their houses. They expect some important news. For example, there is a lonely lady whose only son is living in a faraway city. He does not send the letters regularly. So she waits for me and asks for the letter. When she gets the letter, her face is full of joy and she blesses me. When there is not letter, her face becomes very sad. A boy runs to me. He takes a letter addressed to his father, from his principal. He does not want the letter to reach his father. Probably he is afraid to show his poor performance to his father. Sometimes I am caught in a very embarrassing situation. Only yesterday I entered the gate of a big bungalow. I had reached only half way to the main door when suddenly a big Alsatian dog started barking furiously and running forwards me from the other side of the bungalow. It always used to be chained. Somehow yesterday it was left un- chained.

Postman

I knew if it caught me I would be in deep trouble. I would be bitten and torn by his sharp teeth. I would have to undergo the treatment of fourteen very painful injections. So I turned and ran. I ran as I had never run before. If Milkha Singh, the Olympic sprinter, had seen me he would have recommended me for the national team to the Olympics. The dog also ran and gradually gained on me. It must have presented a very funny sight to anyone from a distance but it was a matter of life and death to me. I somehow managed to reach the gate, open it, go out and slam it shut. The dog reached the gate just as I had shut it. He was barking and jumping, trying to reach me somehow.

On the other side I was standing, panting badly and my whole body trembling. Then the caretaker of the house came running and caught hold of the dog. He was sorry for the whole thing. I gave him the letters and told him to keep a small letter-box outside the gate. Well, such experiences are all in the day’s work. Sometimes I have to search for the house long, because the address is wrong. Sometimes I have to read out letters to people as they cannot read it themselves. Sometimes, when the news is bad, I see them burst into tears. Then I feel very guilty.

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My College Election

August 1, 2012 By Leave a Comment

Mine is a big college with two thousand students. The Union election is a big event full of activity, fun and fights, display of money power and clever use of strategy. This year the election was declared for tenth September. The two main posts were those of the president and the secretary. There were many candidates for both posts but the secretary’s election was to be a one-sided affair as there was a very .powerful candidate who was sure to beat everybody.

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But the president’s election was to be very interesting as three of the many candidates were very strong. Nobody could predict accurately who would win. The election campaign started ten days before the actual polling. Banners and hustings were put at important points. The walls of the college, the roads and the boundary-walls of nearby houses, were covered with posters of the different candidates. Hand bills, often scented, were printed and distributed. The supporters of the different candidates started canvassing for their candidates. Sometimes it was person to person canvassing, emphasizing the qualities of the their candidates and making promises on their behalf.

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But sometimes the canvassers tried to exploit the caste or regional sentiments. Processions were taken out inside the college campus and outside in the neighboring localities. The supporters shouted slogans, sang and danced and jerked enthusiastically. The candidate himself would walk or be driven with, his hands folded, garlands in his neck and a very humble look on his face. The procession would be accompanied by regular band parties. Loudspeakers would blare. The din and I tempo kept on increasing till one day before the election. Then all canvassing was to stop. But quiet, mouth canvassing still went on.

Polling Day Of College Election

The day of the polling finally arrived. The college authorities were ready. Police was posted at different points so that there should be no booth capturing or intimidation or any untoward incident. The polling was from eight to twelve in the morning. The voters started arriving and going to their respective booths for voting. However, the supporters of the different candidates would whisper to them to vote for their candidates. Some supporters even went to the houses of the students to transport them to the college on rickshaws or scooters. There was brisk activity all round.

Sometimes there would be heated exchange of words between two groups of supporters. The proctorial board would rush to the place and sort out the matters. Finally the polling came to an end at twelve o’clock. The counting began at 1 P.M. and was over by 4 P.M. The results were announced on the loudspeakers. The post of the secretary was bagged by the expected candidate. The new president was Pradeep Krishna; the most deserving candidate of all. I, and my group, had supported him. There was jubilation all round and thus ended our college election.

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My Experience of Riots

August 1, 2012 By Leave a Comment

I have first-hand experience of riots. Nothing more horrible or base is possible. Human beings lose their humanity and become animals without any sense of morality or love and kindness. Their cruelty and baseness can exceed all bounds. Hatred takes away all their human qualities. I live in a city called Meerut. This city is notorious for frequent flare up of communal fire.

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The population of this’ city is almost equally divided between the Hindus and the Muslims. There are some predominantly Hindu localities and some Muslim localities, but there are localities with mixed population too. Communal tension often prevails during festivals and elections. Often it bursts into actual riots resulting into great loss of life and property and, of course, much misery and tragedy. One day in the morning my father and I had gone to the market called ‘Gujari Bazar’ which is predominantly a Muslim area but has Hindu population too. We were purchasing some vegetables and sweets when suddenly we saw people running and shouting.

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Then we saw some people with knives and swords and spears running after them. They were trying to kill anybody who looked like a Hindu. We also started running. Suddenly we saw a middle-aged man in dhoti-kurta and cap surrounded by about eight or ten people. There were stab marks on his back and stomach. Blood was gushing from them. His entrails were coming out and he was trying to run. All the time, he-was shouting “help- help”. But there was no help. All were running away to save their lives. Shops were being closed. There was confusion all round. There were slogans of. ‘Allaho Akbar’. Finally the man fell down and his killers started kicking him. We did not wait any further and ran back to our house through lanes and by lanes. I was trembling with horror and shock and vomited when I reached home.

Beginning  of the Riots

The riots had begun. It was learnt that someone had thrown a butchered pig inside a mosque and this had enraged the Muslims. Riots flared up in the city. Both the Hindus and the Muslims indulged in insane violence and cruelty. People were killed. Houses and shops were looted and burnt. Women were insulted and kidnapped. The police got into action but could not effectively control the trouble. This continued for days. People were trapped inside their houses. They could not purchase the necessaries of life. Curfew was imposed. Still, cases of arson, looting and killing were taking place.

Finally, military was called. The presence of military helped in improving the situation. Important national leaders came. Meetings were held to create an atmosphere of Hindu-Muslim amity. Slowly the situation started normalizing, but it took over two weeks. During this period people, especially, the common, ordinary people, and those living in congested areas, suffered a great deal. Many families lost their near and dear ones. Many died because they could not get medical attention during the curfew. Many die of starvation. It was simply terrible. Yes, I have seen what riots are. They are hell

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The Autobiography of A Bus

July 6, 2012 By Leave a Comment

I was born in a bus factory. In the beginning I was ugly to look at. I was only the engine, the four wheels, the chassis, the steering wheel and a driver’s seat. From the factory I was driven in this shape only over a long distances. It was a long journey, but I was well-made.

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I performed very well. In Delhi my body was prepared and I was given the shape of a bus. I joined the Delhi Transport Corporation and was placed in the Dhaula Kuan Depot. My duty was to ply as a ‘Mudrika’ bus on the Ring Road. Since then I have been doing the same, seven days a week, whether it is rain or sun or fog. I am out on the road at 6 A.M. and continue to  circle the, Ring Road till eleven in the evening. People board me at different stops and conductors change their shifts, but I continue forever.

Passing years for the Bus

During my seven years of life I have had various experiences. I have seen different types of passengers. Some are disciplined and some are rowdy. Some are honest and some are crooks. There are eve-teasers and there are saints. Some forget their things on their seats and some pick the pockets of others. Sometimes I am jam-packed and sometimes I am almost empty. I have had accidents too. In some I hurt others and I felt very sad. In other accidents I was hurt myself. My parts were damaged. Then I was taken to the workshop and repaired. When I was well I was again on the road. Once I was hijacked by the angry students of the degree college.

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A little while earlier a student of the college had been crushed under the wheels of another D.T.C. Bus. The driver had run away with his bus in a very callous manner. The students of the college were furious. They hijacked five D.T.C. buses to their college campus and detained us for three days. We were allowed to go only when the authorities promised the most serious action against the erring driver and proper safeguards against the lives of the pedestrians. Another time I very narrowly escaped being blown to pieces by a time-bomb. It was around nine in the evening.

I was running merrily on the Ring Road. I was full with passengers returning to their homes. By chance one passenger’s eye fell on a transistor radio under a side seat. He wanted to pick it up but as he had heard the warnings about the time-bombs etc. he drew the attention of the conductor to the transistor. Immediately the passengers were made to get out. The police was informed. The proper staff for detection of explosives etc. came. It turned out to be a powerful time bomb which would have gone off in another ten minutes. It was a very narrow escape for the passengers and me. Well, after this I was once again on my rounds. Regularly and tirelessly I have been taking the people to their destinations. Now I am getting old. The time of my retirement is getting near. I look forward to a well-earned rest.

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Serving Nation In The Army is the Aim of my Life

July 5, 2012 By Leave a Comment

My aim in life is to join the Army. I always feel excited when I see an army officer smartly dressed and walking proudly, his head held high. His shining eyes, his smart, manly and confident manner show that we are in safe hands. No enemy is capable of hurting us.

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I have known army life well. My brother is a senior army officer. I have often visited him. I have seen the peace time activities of these people. Of their’ war-time exploits I have heard from him and his fellow officers. It is really a very exciting life. What is more, it is a very clean life. Today, when no department is free from corruption, the Army is one profession where a man can remain honest. The Army makes a man hardy, resourceful and confident.

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Right from his earliest life at the N.D.A. he, is trained hard and effectively. On the one hand he is made a competent war-machine and on the other, he is trained to be self-de- pendent. He can face any situation confidently. Sense of patriotism is instilled in him. He is ready to do anything for his country. There is never a dull moment in army life.

The work of An Army Officer

An officer is sometimes in the deep jungles of Assam, sometimes on the heights and snows of Laddakh or Siachin.Sometimes he finds himself in the sand-dunes of’ Rajasthan and sometimes defending the vast sea-coast. In times of internal trouble and natural calamities, he is always called upon to rescue the people, whether it is the riots or strikes or floods or drought. His decorations and medals tell the story of his brave adventures which keep our country safe. The career of an army officer is tough, exacting and yet glamorous. It is my intense desire to be an army officer. This was the article on Army.

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Neighbors |Whom I hate the most

July 4, 2012 By Leave a Comment

Although it is not good to dislike a person, however a person with bad manners cannot be liked. As a rule I dislike very few people. One such person whom I dislike is Mr. Paltu Lal, our neighbors. He is a fifty y old bachelor. He is good looking. He has an appearance of a gentleman. But he is very eccentric in his habits. He is very fond of hearing songs. He therefore does not bother about the time before switching on the radio or the cassette recorder. He sometimes switches them on at 12′o clock in the night.

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It does not matter to him whether anyone’s sleep is disturbed or not. It is of no concern to him, if a student gets disturbed while studying and suffers in examination. Anybody else will at least think about other people’s convenience. He on the other hand only thinks of himself. He lives all alone and cooks his own food. He throws rubbish into the streets. It often falls on the passers-by. His rubbish has many times spoiled other people’s clothes.

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There have been occasions when people have slipped on the banana peels thrown by him and got hurt. He never sees his own fault.He often spits on the streets. He does not realize that it is unhygienic. Whenever anyone points out his mistake, Paltu Lal behaves very rudely with him.

He loves gossiping and back-biting. This habit of his has been the cause of many quarrels in the neighborhood. People insult him and call him names. However he remains unaffected by all these. Instead he says that e is too old to change his habits.

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The life of the Bus Driver

July 3, 2012 By Leave a Comment

All of us are familiar with a man dressed in Khaki sitting at the steering wheel of a bus. He is the bus driver. He is usually very active and well-built. He has keen eyes and a good observation power. He remains alert. His actions are quick. This is essential if he is to save us from accidents. He drives various people to their destinations. He helps people in keeping with their appointments. His is a public ‘utility service. He has to ensure that the bus runs on time.

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This is necessary otherwise people get late to catch trains and other buses. A bus conductor leads a hard fife. He has to get up early in the morning to drive in the early morning shift. He often sleeps late if he is driving the bus on a late night shift.

He has to often sleep in the bus. Sometimes when he is on a interstate route, he has to stay away from home. A bus driver has a difficult job. He has to cope with the other traffic on the road. He must be on a look out for children, who may suddenly come on the road.

Difficulties in the life of the bus driver

He must be careful not to hit any animal, which has strayed on the road. Bus drivers are ‘generally polite. However there are some who are rude and ill-mannered. They earn a bad name for all the drivers. This was the Essay On the life of the bus driver

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World’s Wild Tiger Population Still Dwindling And Threatened

June 20, 2012 By Leave a Comment

Dwindling Tiger Population

The tiger is one of the most charismatic and evocative species on the earth-it is also one of the most threatened. Only 6,000 or so remain in the wild, most in isolated pockets spread across increasingly fragmented forests, stretching from India to south-eastern China and from the Russian Far East to Sumatra, Indonesia. Across its range, this magnificent animal is being persecuted. Today, tigers are being poisoned, shot, trapped and snared to meet the demands of illegal wildlife trade, especially in the Indian forests. Project Tiger claims that there are 3,600 tigers left in India, but many ecologists disagree. The pug ark method of counting, employed by the authorities, is also outdated environmentalists believe that current crisis is a result of mission drift that began after the decline of protection in the 1990s which created huge gaps for poachers to enter tiger reserves.

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Tiger PopulationTigers continue to die across India. Poisoned, being killed in road accidents or getting mortally wounded in alleged territorial fights-since Jan. 1,2008, at least six mo e tigers have been found dead in several wildlife sanctuaries ranging from Katermiaghat in Uttar Pradesh to Wined in Kerala. During the same period, wildlife officials have also seized two tiger skins and three bone pieces of the endangered animal. This reaffirms that poachers and wildlife traders continue to be active. The National Tiger Conservation Authority (NTCA) has released the latest Tiger Census Report, “State of tiger, co predators and, prey in India”. The report stated that India’s tiger population de lined by more than half in the last five years and only 1,411 big cats are left in the country. There were an estimated 3,500 tigers in t e last major survey in 2002 currently, tigers are spotted largely n the forest areas of 17 States in the country, Madhya Pradesh to ping the list with 300 tigers. But there are no more big cats outside the tiger reserves.

Decrease in the tiger population

There has been an overall decrease in the tiger population except in Tamil Nadu where the numbers have gone up substantially from 60 in 2001-02 tori’6. The counting could not be carried out in the Indrāvati Tiger Reserve in Chhattisgarh and Palamu Tiger Reserve in Jharkhand due to inaccessibility because of naxalite problem while estimation is on in the massive Sunderbans area in West Bengal. . However, based on available data in Palamu Tiger Reserve the Census report indicates a low density of tiger in the area ranging’ from 0.5 to 1.5 per 100 sq km. Adopting a 17.43 percent coefficient of variation in the figures estimated with the latest GIS technology instead of the pugmark methodology, the report, however, stated that the status of its co predators, prey and habitat has not adversely changed in the reserves and protected area; the decline has been in the outside areas.

The assessment has shown that the tiger has suffered due to direct poaching, loss of quality habitat and its prey. The State-wise anal) sis has shown that Andhra Pradesh has 95 tigers (as against 192 in 2001-02), Chhattisgarh 26 (227), Madhya Pradesh 300 (710), Maharashtra 103 (238), Orissa 45 (173), Rajasthan 32 (58). Sariska has no tigers left. In the Western Ghats Karnataka has290 (401), Kerala 46 (71) and Tamil Nadu 76 (60). In the North East Hills and Brahmaputra Plains, Assam has only 70 tigers against 354 in the previous Census. Arunachal Pradesh 1 as 14 tigers against 61, Mizoram only 6 (28) and North West Bengal10 against 349 earlier, though figures from the Sunderbans regions are yet to be compiled. The reasons for tiger deaths in the country are beginning to show.

Members of the National Board for Wildlife (NBWL), the apex conservation body chaired by the Prime Minister, has written Tiger Populationto him, saying decisions approved by him, including the one on forming a sub-committee for the tiger, are not being followed and even minutes of meeting s are not being properly recorded. The Board has 15 independent members, who say that a sub-committee formed to look into the issue of tiger conservation has not actually been formed. However, members pointed out that this was recorded as Central assistance is being provided for creation of a Tiger Protection Force comprising ex-Army personnel and people from local communities complementing the efforts of the field staff. Some of the decisions taken in Nov. 2007 included formation of a sub-committee to look into tiger conservation, marine protected areas and the impact of thee Forest Rights Act. Trying to get the .

Forest Rights Act implemented in a time-bound manner, the Tribal Affairs Ministry has asked all State Government to complete the preliminary work for identification of beneficiaries by the mid of March, 2008. The Tiger Conservation Authority must tackle armed insurgency in the Eastern-Ghats and parts of Central India, widespread unsustainable resource extraction, and alarming levels of poaching of tigers and their prey. Resources are not a constraint and, among other things, there is international support to save the last of the major wild tiger population found anywhere. People’s participation and sensible and regulated tourism are some of the other measures that are being made. There are also calls for greater political will and the, e is the old insistence on serious efforts to stop poaching by increased employment for forest guards and through stricter punitive measures.So this was an essay on tiger population .

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