Ms.Liza Borah, Kendriya Vidyalaya CUT
Written by Neeku Agarwal, Shruti Sah, Sahin Khan & Chandni Agarwal Art by Arnik Paul & Suprim Tamang
Design: Akar Chhetri & Md.Hussain Content: Vishal Singh Negi & Bhavleen Saini all students of Class V.
Contributed by Julie Shome.
THE EXCELSIORA ENGLISH MEDIUM SCHOOL, BINNAGURI, JALPAIGURI, WEST BENGAL
my horn my life...! 
Our pride-Our one horned Rhino
The terrified outlook of the giant body,
a creature of the land with a horn in its head.
Giving it the flaunt till eternity.
You belong to this culture, making it glorify with your fame.
Your moving temporal body deadly
Enough to perish times absence of morality.
But it would be saved till the end of the nature’s toe
Because you are of our name and fame.
THE ONE HORNED RHINO OF MY LAND
Habiba R. Amin
Class- XI Humanities
Kendriya Vidyalaya CRPF (GC) Amerigog
Guwahati – 23, Assam
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RHINO POACHING
Oh! These two words!
How painful it sounds.
How painful it is to see the wounds,
Made by the terror swords.
I would help them,
To live more days;
And I will made them,
The pride of future days.
So, who is with me?
Come along,
This is not the time to sleep,
Wake up and save them,
Because it is part of
INCREDIBLE INDIA.
Diksha Roy
Class XB
Kendriya Vidyalaya CRPF (GC) Amerigog
Guwahati – 23, Assam
Email –
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PERSPECTIVE……..
“EVERYTHING DEPENDS ON HOW WE SEE THINGS”
Why is someone so concerned about a soul whereas someone else is after that very soul?
This is what made me think deep…..
While attending a presentation, these words appeared on the screen and at that very moment I got the answer. Well it is not a kind of solution to the question but it satisfied my curiosity. Everything depends on how we look at something, and that gives us an insight to what we are inside ourselves. Some may think or we can say almost every regular person may think that if an animal in some remote forest is on the verge of extinction then what do I have to do with it whereas at the other end of the scenario there may be someone standing..alone…thinking how much pain that life may have suffered from an act which cannot even be placed under the shade of humanity. All of us are so bound in courtesies and rules of decency that other than giving long lectures and speeches we are not really bothered about anything else other than ourselves. Everyone of us pretend in the name of wildlife conservation and environment conservation but there are very few who are truly there to cry for a dying soul. From time immemorial human beings are having superstitious myths by which they have strongly stood by but at the present day, in the 21st century there is need to change our thinking, our PERSPECTIVE towards this beautiful amiable creature. Otherwise we are not only just going to lose another animal but also THE PRIDE OF ASSAM… Well if this trend of modernization continues then may be after 5-6 years Assam will have nothing left to be proud of. We should genuinely try to our optimum capabilities we protect and nurture our pride. Being an Assamese brings me much more closer to it and that is why I think other Assamese people might feel the same. And it doesn’t matter if you are not part of any wildlife protection organisation or you don’t have money to take initiative, what matters is whether you are willing to try or not. If we think that we can’t do anything without even giving it a try then maybe we have already lost. If we try then nothing is impossible, what we need is a strong will and the courage to stand against any obstacle that may come because when something good is done by somebody the world always goes against it at first.If we want change in the society, in people’s mind, then we have to be that change. We just have to start and then the world will follow. This is a great project and it has proved itself in spreading awareness on`the sad story of the rhino. I just hope people get inspired to take initiative and change their view on this beautiful creature.
Lastly, I would just share a thought of Mahatma Gandhi…“BE THE CHANGE YOU WISH TO SEE IN THE WORLD.” It is us who made the past…..It is us who is shaping the present and IT IS US ON WHICH THE FUTURE DEPENDS…!!
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Wonderfully expressed Adwaitya! Your thoughts have been a wonderful contribution to the project. Looking forward to more such write up to Voice your expression to save the One horned Indian Rhinoceros.
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It was a Friday evening, I just got a call from one of my best friend;Kainat. She told me that there is going to be a film shooting, so please can you can you come with me to the shooting. As next day it was a Saturday, so I thought let’s go and I told her I will go. So next morning I got up, had my bath, ate my breakfast and went to her house. Till then she was also ready and we went to her mother’s office in Gauhati University and waited for the film crew. There we were playing games. Then after a while there came her uncle from Delhi who came all the way to make a documentary film for Microsoft on Mr Anutosh Deb, Sir and his wonderful project on Saving the Rhinoceros. He took us to the shooting location and we were like WOW, now the real fun is gonna come. At first I didn’t think I’ll have so much of fun, I got to learn about the great Indian Rhinoceros and also got to learn about why people kill the Rhino for money.That day I knew why god has given them HORNS for digging holes in the ground and sometimes while digging I also falls of, so for that one hoen people kills a poor RHINOS and sell it and get a amount of almost 5 lakhs. I would like to conclude by saying that we should STOP KILLING THE RHINO OTHERWISE OUR FUTURE GENERATION WON’T BE ABLE TO SEE THE RHINOS. Thank you uncle and Mr Anutosh Deb, Sir for teaching us such a inspiring thing. So I am very, very happy to be a part of his project.
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Trip to Kaziranga National Park
It was my honeymoon and I spent it with the prehistoric wonder animals – the rhinoceros. It all started five years back when I came across an advertisement in The Assam Tribune in which the Tourism Department of Assam tried to sell a package tour to Kaziranga National Park. My curiosity was instigated and I wanted to go. I made plans, cancelled plans and made a schedule and rescheduled and thus the tour never happened for five long years.
Then came along my marriage and I planned to have my honeymoon there in Kaziranga. I called and enquired; and I was asked to send an email to Red River Tours and Travels, a unit of Assam Tourism Development Corporation Ltd, which organized tours to different destinations of tourist interests in and around Assam. I emailed but got no response. I had a lot many queries about the transport from Guwahati, about the accommodation offered and about the food. The mail with all those questions did not get a reply. I was a bit disheartened. Anyway I decided not to give up and visited the Red River Tours and Travels office in the 3rd floor of Asom Paryatan Bhawan at Rehabari, Guwahati on 1st November 2013. I went after my school hours and by the time I reached the office; it was closing time and the front desk personnel, who happened to be a lady, was in a hurry. I asked her the details that I had emailed. She showed me a picture of the Tourist Lodge with some window panes missing and I was not much impressed. She added that the food would be delicious and non-vegetarian. But she failed to show any pictures of the cuisine and the furnishing. Further she could not confirm the transport that is whether it would be by jeep or bus. I was a bit apprehensive.
Anyway I made a booking by giving an advance of Rs 1000 thinking that what’s the charm in a tour without adventure and where will be the adventure if I knew all the answers before the tour. The booking was for 25th and 26th December. The cost was Rs 3100 per person and the itinerary included pick up from Guwahati on 25th morning, lunch en route to Kaziranga at Naogaon, dinner and night stay at Kaziranga, elephant safari next morning followed by a breakfast, lunch again at Naogaon en route to Guwahati. Tour ends at Guwahati in the evening of 26th December. They said that if I wanted I could even reschedule the date but then I had to inform them well in advance.
I got married and started life together with my better half in Guwahati. The winter holidays in my school started from 24 December. I told my wife about the tour and she was pretty excited but then thought the rates were exorbitant. I made payment of the balance amount of Rs 5400 on 24th December and I was told that it would be a bus that would take us to the National Park and the UNESCO World Heritage Site. Then it was a different lady who shared with me the details of the tour. She was more warm, open and ready to help and of course not that much in a hurry to wind up the affair. She gave me her phone number and asked me to call her the evening before the journey so that she could give me the number of the bus driver. I called her, got the number and then called the bus driver and told him that we would board the bus from Six Mile, Khanapara. He said it would be at 8:45 a.m. on 25th December. He seemed to be a good man and later I found him to be a true gentleman, very well mannered, helpful and informative. On 25th morning at 8:30 a.m. we decided that we would go on my motorcycle. It would be a 220 km ride. I had issues neither with the distance nor the weather as I loved going long distance on my bike but my wife had no such experience and I was worried about how she would take it. She proved herself to be as adventurous as I am and agreed to do the distance on my bike. 8:35 we again called Mr. Thakuria, the bus driver and informed him that we won’t travel by the bus and would meet him at Naogaon tourist lodge for the lunch and got from him the Bus number.
At the outskirts of Naogaon we waited for the bus and then followed it to the tourist lodge. Mr. Thakuria was surprised to see my wife because he did not expect a lady to ride that far. After the formal introductions, we were taken to the dining hall and lunch was served. The food was delicious and served in ample amounts. It consisted of salad, boiled rice, lentil soup, a vegetable curry and chicken curry. After a tummy full of good tasty food we started again. After a few kilometers the bus overtook us and we went slowly – ‘stopping by the woods’ and clicking pictures. My wife wanted to get herself clicked among the lush green tea leaves. As I was clicking her, there arrived a group of women in order to pluck the leaves. We were in luck. My wife got some pictures with those wonderful women who asked us to pay after the photo session. I happily parted with some money to honour the occasion and homour my wife. Anyway I got some good clicks. She was happy, I was happy, they were happy, we all were happy as we all got what we wanted – exotic experiences, photogenic photographs, crisp cash respectively. Then again we embarked on our epic journey. After a few kms we came across a sign board asking traffic to go slow as the highway was also an animal corridor. We reached Bagori, the western range office of the park, and asked the officials about Banosri tourist lodge where we were supposed to put up for the night. They said it’s about 30 kms away. In this 30 kms stretch we saw no wild animal standing in the middle of the road giving us a Kodak moment but we did come across a series of rumble strips and warning signs asking us to go slow least we injure some wild animal crossing the highway. We were dog tired, restless, anxious, cold, confused and hungry and the road seemed to be a never ending one. The sun had gone beyond the horizon. Dusk was approaching fast. The battery in my android device was exhausted and so the GPS and the google map had become nothing but a dark mirror screen mocking our tired face. As we cruised through the unknown highway, we asked some locals standing beside the road and we got more puzzled as their rustic innocence made them unaware of the metric system of measuring distance and some said 2 kms and some others 20 kms to Kohara where Banosri was located. At that moment all we wished were the road to end and Banosri to emerge out of the wilderness. We did come across a few domesticated elephants travelling on the same highway in their majestic grace. Although domesticated yet my wife got excited with the glimpse of the beast and I stopped to entertain her. We parked; the elephant came near and performed its trick of lifting its trunk above its head and after that interestingly it won’t budge. I must say the elephant was innocent but the man on the top of the elephant had a motive. As is the custom I parted with some cash and the man was satisfied and moved on and I did not miss the chance for some pictures. The green rolling carpet of tea leaves rolled on and we rolled on a sea of rumble strips warning us of ferocious beasts which were invisible. We were exhausted by the gorgeous virgin horizon that was just dusky woods and wilderness and greenery at its best and sign boards promising us wild animals hiding behind the woods and rumble strips surprising us with their thick prominent presence and effectively preventing us from going any faster than 20 kms/ hr.
At last suddenly as if out of nowhere emerged a bazaar with lot many people and two huge gates – one leading to Assam Tourism Complex and the other to Kaziranga National Park. To be exact that happened at 3:30 p.m. We were relieved. We turned right and followed the direction to Banosri tourist lodge. Mr. Thakuria was already there waiting for us and gave us a very warm welcome. We entered our names and necessary details in the register and received the key to our room. Every room was furnished with two beds, a dressing table, a steel almirah, two stools, two chairs and a table; and had a name. Ours was named ‘ Madhoi Maloti’ having number 15. The room was indeed very good and the environment of the lodge was excellent and all our exhaustion vanished as if by magic. We as a couple are a bit fastidious about cleanliness and I must say that the room with attached toilet was cleaner than my home. Banosi lodge was a bungalow with an Assam type construction. It defined the idiom ‘spick-and-span’. It was beautiful and the setting was indeed fairytale. In every way it was worth the money and romance was in the air. As advised by the staff at the lodge, we went out on foot to a coffee garden nearby. Where were the exhausted body and the confused self? Nowhere, as the warm people, the gorgeous locality, the clean warm bed made us into new beings savoring the enchanting environment and getting recharged by the energy of the twittering birds and the hopping monkeys. All our sickness of spirit and body was evaporated by the touch of that welcome. After a 220 km ride we walked for 5 more kms exploring the surrounding; and from the bazaar bought some snacks for the next morning. Evening tea was served at around 6 p.m. By that time it was pitch dark and shivering cold. At about 8 p.m. we went for dinner. The dining hall was in an adjoining lodge, Bonani. The welcome was warm and so was the food. We had chicken curry and boiled rice with salad, fried brinjal and a vegetable curry. The appetizing food soothed not only our taste buds but our soul. Nothing is more valuable to a tired traveler than a warm bed and a warm dinner. As we were retiring for bed, Mr Thakuria informed us that next morning bed tea would be served at 4:30 a.m. and the bus would depart for the elephant riding point at 5 a.m. My wife was shocked by the early hours but I consoled her that there is no pleasure without pain and thus set the alarm for 4 a.m. next morning. The night was cold and a room heater would have been great. But our package did not include a room heater. Anyway we managed with two quilts and waited for the alarm to ring and in between snatched a few hours of sleep.
The alarm rang at 4 a.m. and I woke up half hour before that. I got ready and I woke her up. In fact I coerced her from the arms of sleep. She was really very tired and rued the early hours. It was a tug of war between the comforting arms of sleep and the broad back of the elephant tromping through the elephant grass. The tea was served. The hot tea helped her see the exotic ride and wish to experience it in spite of the aching muscles and the dark biting cold. The bus with all the other tourists left for the elephant riding point at 5 a.m. There were 14 tourists including the two of us. It was dark and foggy and we wondered what we would see from atop the elephant. We reached the check gate and from there walked to the riding point. It was dark and clicking without a flash would have been impossible. I did not want to spoil the serenity of early morning with the bright flash gun firing. So set the ISO to beyond 12000 and clicked some grainy hazy ghostly pictures with manual focus. The sensor worked fine and things did take shape even out of dark pre-dawn fog. Elephants were lined up and seats were fixed and we were given one with just two seats exclusively for us. Of course there was a ‘mahut’, the man commanding the elephant sitting in front of us just behind the elephant’s head. My wife pointed out that even in the biting cold the mahut wore neither socks nor a shoe and his naked feet touched the elephant behind its ears and that’s how he controlled the beast. All elephants had very beautiful mythological names. Ours was named Airavat, the mythological white elephant of Indra, the Hindu God of rain and thunder and the King of Heaven. All the elephants were moving single file but our mahut was a smart man. He moved away from the line so that I could get some good clicks. We saw our first rhinoceros and the huge beast was quite oblivious of our presence. Then we saw another rhino taking a nap. As the elephants went near, it woke up and started eating grass. My wife was thrilled and she was as excited as a baby. I asked her to keep her voice to a whisper as then we could go very near to the rhinoceros. I clicked many photos but there was none with me and my wife together in the frame. The mahut solved that problem. He asked another mahut to click a picture of us with the rhinoceros and the picture came perfect. That rhino was a female with a three year old kid. We also saw dear, boar and many types of migratory birds. The mahut even plucked wild berries from a tree and gave it to us to eat. By that time we understood the reason for the start in the dark fog. It was so that we could see the sun rise and experience the early morning activity in the jungle. The rise of the sun presented a mesmerizing view. I clicked it but no photograph can equal the feel of it. The cold winter morning fog, the huge elephant moving among the grass with ease and grace, the prehistoric beasts grazing about with little concern, the tall grass and the twittering birds all and perhaps above all the happy company of my gorgeous woman added to the celestial charm of the place making it a veritable Valhalla. But then all good things must come to an end and the ride ended at 7 a.m. Then the tourists went berserk with their cameras and all were clicking photos with the elephants and thanking them for such a wonderful experience. As is expected of me, I also clicked many photos of my beauty with the beasts. The bus was there waiting for us and we boarded it after about 30 minutes of photo session. On the way back we again saw another rhinoceros and a dear. I made friends with a young gentleman, an architectural engineering student studying at NIT Trichy. He has come with his dad and small brother. Like me he had a DSLR and seemed to be interested in photography. His young brother, who was in Class IV, was really very excited from his experience of the elephant ride and emphatically said that it was way much better than the jeep safari that they experienced the evening before. The jeep can never substitute the elephant. But then some environmentalists are of the opinion that the elephant ride must be done away with as it is inhuman to subject the huge beasts to carry people. I beg to differ. For thousands of years the elephant has been tamed in our country and there’s no harm in making the people from the cities experience the beasts first hand and return with wonderful memories being awed by the beasts and the jungle. The jungle deserves respect and that awesome aura of the jungle can be felt during an elephant ride. My wife was impressed and I realized the depth of that impression when she ate her own words and made a u-turn and exclaimed with all the conviction that she could master at that moment that Rs 3100 per person was too less for such an awesome experience. I agreed with all my heart and gently reminded her that that’s what I had been telling since the beginning of that trip. We returned back to the lodge at 7:30 a.m. and breakfast was served at 8 a.m. It need not be said that the breakfast was as tasty as the lunch and the dinner of the day before and consisted of puri and sabji.
We started back at about 11 a.m. Mr. Thakuria said that they would start by 12 noon. He advised us to see the Kaliabor Bridge en route to Tezpur over river Bramhaputra. On the way back we stopped wherever we wanted and took many more photographs. Then en route to the bridge my clutch cable broke. Oops not mine but that of my Royal Enfield Thunderbird. Thank God I had a spare and I tried to fix it but alas could not do that even after an effort of 30 minutes. The cable that I bought from the authorized service centre had a manufacturing defect. It was of length shorter than the specified length. Now what to do? My damsel in distress was with me and I was no knight in shining armour but as helpless as my damsel in distress. I was at my wits end as to what I should do. It was 12:30 afternoon. The silver lining was that the incident happened a kilometer from a small settlement beside the highway. I made my damsel in distress take custody of my black beauty and walked to that oasis of human activity, the great Indian bazaar, where I intended to find not water but a mechanic who could fix that cable. I found a man working with a welding machine. He directed me to a man who was a cycle mechanic and that person asked me to cross the highway and walk beyond the fish market till I reached a garage for auto rickshaws. He said there I might find my mechanic. I reached the garage and found a auto rickshaw with all its nuts and bolts, wheels and sprockets lying about in and around the dissected underbelly of the auto rickshaw but there was no man or mechanic. Nearby was a small rickety restaurant and the manager told me that the mechanic must have gone to relieve himself. I waited and after 15 minutes he came and agreed to repair my bike. I took him to my black beauty and he somehow managed to fix the cable. The black beauty began to move but lacked the punch and the pickup. I thanked him and my damsel in distress wanted to return home without seeing the bridge. I differed and we went on to see the bridge. It was not that impressive but then still it was a blessing in disguise. If I had not taken that route the cable would have broken somewhere on the way where it would be extremely difficult to get a mechanic. I thanked God and knew for sure that everything happens for a purpose.
On the way back we could not have lunch at Prasanti, the tourist lodge at Naogaon as it was getting late and we took the Naogaon bypass which decreased the distance by about 12 kms. We were very hungry and stopped at a restaurant where NH 37 meets NH 36. It was an AC Restaurant and inside it was quite warm but the waiters were extremely cold and casual and so left it without the lunch. We travelled a few kilometers and again stopped. This time it was a dhaba and we got a warm welcome and excellent food. We had chicken curry and tandoori roti and tea. By that time it was 3:30 p.m. and 100 kms more to travel. Travelled a few more kms and then found my petrol tank emptying. I was shocked. I remembered that when I started in the morning I had enough petrol to travel 300 kms. Then I remembered that I was no longer riding my Honda Unicorn but Royal Enfield Thunderbird and somewhere between Koliabor and Naogaon I notched up speed of more than 100 km/hr and the Royal Enfield 350 cc engine ate up all the petrol. Fortunately before the tank emptied I found a petrol pump and filled up the tank. We reached Guwahati at 7 p.m. thoroughly exhausted but with a heart full of exhaustive experiences more bonded, more respectful and of course more dependent on each other than before. Thus ended our honeymoon or perhaps the better thing to say would be thus began our honeymoon. I really appreciate my wife for taking the trouble of riding 500 kms in 36 hours, for braving the cold, for braving the bumps and jerks, for trusting me with the driver’s seat and she really appreciated me to open up to her a new wonderful world of romance that she had never dreamt about, a world of photography, long distance biking and virgin wilderness. Another good thing happened out of that tour. I would ride and she would sit behind with the GPS and Google Maps in the hand held device and give me directions to the destination. She became my navigator and I became her pilot and together we fly the ship called marriage on the road of life.
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Few years back while encountering the hue and cry on rhino poaching my heart too got swayed by such heated debate and newspaper headlines. I was snooped by innumerable such queries on rhino poaching. Almost immediately my family too decided to arrange a visit to Kajiranga to have a glimpse of this declining mammal. One horned Rhino is pride of Assam as it is a symbol of strength and power. In Kajiranga after interacting with many locals we got to know how rhinos are on verge of extinction. It was sad to see how rhinos were being hunted down by the poachers just for monetary gain. It is completely immoral what all gets done to the rhino in order to get its horn. It surprised me when I came to understand that Asian countries such as China and Taiwan are using it in traditional medicines. Moreover Middle East is using it for making ornaments, weapons, decorates etc. Oops…the value of the rhino horn is estimated to be close to a million US dollars.
Unfortunately the poaching still continues although our heroes in the frontlines, many NGOs and even our Govt. are trying to safeguard rhino from extinction. People are coming up with various proposals and some are still in pipeline to help eliminate rhino poaching.
Here I strongly believe in order to retain the heritage each one of us should come forward. Apart from proposed measures such as dehorning the rhinos, horn poisoning, harsh punishments, educating the masses etc. we all can find our ways and means to get coupled to this notable deed. I congratulate Mr. Anutosh Deb for his effort and endeavor, and also getting associated with such gallant causes MIEE Project. I lay forth my best wishes for your further action and assert my connotation with this project.
Papiya Chowdhury
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“Curiosity:Why…???”
“Wild animal’s Life Like Tigers, Elephants And Rhinos Are A Soft Targets Of Poachers Due To Their Commercial Value.”
A Report by Nitin Kumar Tiwari.
It is known that Gaming is taken as a passion or profession till the nineteenth century, later now it is banned. Wild animals like tigers, elephants and rhinos are soft targets of poachers due to their commercial value of their body parts.
Let’s know more about it……………..
For the protection of these animals ‘The Wildlife Protection Society (WPS)’ was formed.
Now, what’s illegal about that…???
When you think of environmental problems you probably think of pollution, but the poaching of wild animal is one, too. Poaching has plagued environmentalists for years and despite laws, this horrific crime has yet to be stopped ultimately.
Poaching is a serious problem in Africa and Asia. This crime is committed for commercial profit, meaning hunters kill animals illegally and sell their hide sand parts.
Although poachers usually hunt tigers, elephants and rhinos, they kill sharks and whales, too. This illegal hunting has led to shrinking populations of many species.
Many nations have banned poaching, but enforcement is difficult. The small number of police officers trained to deal with this creates an unfair advantage for poachers.
Poachers usually kill animals for only one product: Tigers are slaughtered for their striped fur, Elephants are killed for their Ivory Tusk and Rhinos are for their large horn.
The ‘laws’ that protect animals are no more than pieces of paper. The current poaching bans needs better enforcement. Poaching is a serious problem and a criminal act. The effects of poaching will be felt for centuries to overcome, and if there are any still alive, the places where they can be seen are bio-reserves.
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Rhino’s are killed why……………..
Poaching is illegal isn’t it??? Then why animals are soft target of poachers specially rhinos??? As we all are aware that rhinos horns unlike those of other horned mammals only consist of keratin which is very much precious. There are many uses of horns but if any of the poachers
kill any rhino at a time then it will serve only one purpose. Just like that some of the uses of horns are;
(1) They are used in traditional asian medicines and for dagger handles.
(2) Chinese consider horns of rhinos as the life saving medicine.
(3) They are also used for making ornaments.
We saw that since one horn has many uses.So people think that for many uses only one rhino will be killed.This mentality is expanding and as a result many rhinos are killed.
Now rhinoceros are becoming extinct.We need to stop this isn’t it ?????Just for few profit poachers kill the rhinos. As a comparison to the dogs ,cats and rats population rhinos are very few. We need to explore that why is this so????Why rhinos are only found in wildlife sanctuary and bio-sphereserves???? Now we all will take oath that we will not kill rhinos because their life is also as precious as ours ……
Try to understand that each and every living creature have right to life whether they are animals or human beings….
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“Rhinoceros are the soft targets of poachers”
The Indian Rhinoceros or the Great One-Horned Rhinoceros is a large mammal. It is found in north-eastern India, Nepal and parts of Bhutan. It is confined to the grasslands and forest in the foothills of Himalayas. The Indian Rhinoceros once was found in the entire indo-gangetic plain. But excessive hunting reduced their natural habitat greatly. Today, about 3000 Indian Rhinoceros live in the wild, 1800 which are found in India’s Assam alone. In 2008, more than 400 India, Rhinoceros were sighted in Nepal’s chitwaan National Park. The tiger is also the soft target of human greed. It is playing its price for it in its death.
Today, the number is reducing much one tiger is killed daily. If this goes on, the next generation will not be able to see it even in the areas like zoo. The reasons behind Tiger’s killing are illegal. Tigers are killed to make rugs and coat out of their skin .Many Asian cultural medicines from tigers are believed to cure disease. Here’s a shopping list that is most shameful…
Wall hangings.
Bags.
Purses.
Wallets.
Ornamental buttons and clips.
Shoes.
Hunter’s trophies.
Medicines.
Bangles.
Ear rings.
The Indian and Nepalese Govt. have taken major steps for Indian Rhinoceros’s conservations with the help of the World Wildlife Fund (WWF). The Kaziranga national park and Pobitora national park are homes of these in India. Chittwan national park in Nepal is reserved for the Rhinoceros.
It is said that the next generations may not see the tigers if poaching goes on as it today govt. must check it, otherwise we shall also be destroyed.…
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