Just 1411 TIGERS are left!!

I came across a site as http://www.saveourtigers.com , and there I saw the sharp decline of tiger census to just 1411.
This is the time to act if we all really care for tiger, if we really don't want our NATIONAL ANIMAL Royal Tiger to be called as one of extinct species. I went through some articles in net and found out few important information regarding endangered species TIGER.
The main point to be noted is TIGER comes in the top list of our food chain which we have gone through while we all were in our schools. Think what would happen if the tiger would get removed from our FOOD CHAIN. Then the number of animals that eat only plants(HERBIVORES) like deers, sambhars would get increased and due to that most of our forest will get deforested. Plant is the LIFE OF EARTH as they produce LIFE SAVING OXYGEN for us. As we all might be knowing that forest plays a very major role in refurbishing the soil so that it could maintain its fertility which helps in new plants to grow. Think what would happen if soil would loose its fertility then plants no longer would be growing to make our earth a green beuty and where do those insects would go if no plants will be there in the forest. Those insects will look for the farmer crops and if this poaching of the tigers will continue then there will be one time when all the forest would get vanished which would result in the end of life saving oxygen. and now we all could think of that what we all human beings could face if our national animal would get extinct. Tiger is the mean of our survival. its not only just the mean of surviving , its all about saving our NATIONAL ANIMAL, so that this animal could make the forest a very beutiful sight to see.

I urge to all my friends to visit the site http://www.saveourtigers.com and take any action they think would be favourable in saving Tigers.

All the Best to Us

The first day of my College(An unforgettable RaGgInG - Part 1)!!!

16^th July 2002, it was the day of rapturous delight and equanimity for me because I got admission for B.Sc. into Ravenshaw College in Cuttack, which is one of the famous and prestigious colleges in eastern India. Along with that a feel of little complacency was also dwelling through my mind as that college was famous for its ragging.

So all started like this, that day at around 9 am I stepped into the college. I saw lot of students were roaming inside the campus. Some students were zipping their bikes in the college campus as if they were riding on a Moto Grand Prix track. I kept on walking towards my department having in mind that what if some seniors would come up and start playing with me the game of ragging.

The moment I reached my department I felt little relaxed as I managed to cross the way to my department without being caught up by any senior. But, but, but before I should have entered the department one sound came from somewhere around. I turned and saw one smart guy was sitting on a bike. He asked me “Are you fresher?” I said “Yes”. Then he had given an unusual stare at me from bottom to top and vice-versa.

I was wearing jeans and t-shirt. He asked me whether I wasn’t aware of the dress code there. I replied him No. He told me everything about dress code was written in the brochure (Frankly, had I been known about the dress code mentioned in the brochure then I really would have worn the required attire). He was mum for some moments and I thought he excused me for this as it was my first day.

But it wasn’t actually the excuse what I had expected. He asked introduction. I started introducing myself. He stopped me in the mid and asked me to repeat. I tried it 4 or 5 times. It was quite daunting but I didn’t let it abate all my courage and I asked him where I went wrong whilst giving the introduction. Then he told my mistakes. But the way he told me as if he was the king and I was someone like a slave. I gave my introduction for around 10 times and finally, it seemed all went well as he nodded his head.

I told him that I like playing cricket. He asked me to bowl. I just went back and started bowling. The moment I had completed bowling one very loud strident sound came from somewhere as “NO” (a treat with ridicule). I turned and saw a thin guy, looking like a South Indian comedian, chewing betel (Banaras Kaa Paan) in his mouth. I thought he was the senior and he could tell anything to me. Hence, I just thought to obey him. He asked me to bowl again. I repeated it more than 10 times. I was so intimidated that I finally asked them what was wrong with my bowling. That thin comedian guy told me that bowlers need to tell umpire about the kind of bowling they would bowl. I said “Ahh ok. Right arm over the wicket.” Then finally I bowled it without a NO bowl.

That smart guy who took my introduction actually was my super senior and the other guy, who yelled No to my bowling, was a senior (2^nd year student). The smart guy asked me not to mind for the act he behaved to me. He also introduced himself to me. We both had shaked our hands. Finally he went and I went inside my department to meet the head.

This is just an incident in my college department.

About Hostel I am going to write in my next article.

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A Wistful Desire.... Of BeInG iN hOmEtOwN

Someone has said “When you finally go back to your old hometown, you find it wasn't the old home you missed but your childhood”. The saying is so much true to the ones staying away from their hometown, where they were born and brought up.

And I am one of those who miss their hometown a lot. My hometown name is Noamundi. It’s a small iron mining town, found by TATA STEEL, situated in Jharkhand state of India and this town is right on the border of Jharkhand and Orissa.

The way my hometown got its name is having an interesting story. And the story is when the iron ore explorers came first time to this region. Something had affected them with so much of wonder and that was the local tribal people of this region, who are known as adivasi, who were using iron axes to cut the trees or whatever they were in need at that time. Those iron explorers had asked those tribal people where did they get these axes from. Those tribal people pointed to a not far off hill and called it Noamundi which means “that hill” in their local language. The language which they speak is known as HO. Noamundi is located in densest and deciduous forest of Asia named Saranda. 'Saranda' means 'The land of 700 hills'.

 

The above is what I have written about Noamundi... mostly I have taken from wiki....J.

Very very interesting things are awaiting to be written.. Just gotta go thats why I just would say as of now that is mentioned below...

To be continued....