TRUTH ABOUT TIGERS

I'm crazy about tigers. Recently, I visited the website www.truthabouttigers.org, created by Mr. Shekar. I was immediately drawn to the website—not just because I’m crazy about tigers, but also because it has a lot of valuable information about tigers and how to save them. Shekar is a wildlife conservationist and recently directed the documentary The Truth About Tigers. I requested a DVD and watched it. It was an excellent movie! It explains what a tiger needs, how we can protect them, and what steps we, as citizens, can take to help save our national animal.

Inspired by the documentary, I decided I must create awareness about tiger conservation. After all, "Passion without action is of no use." So, I took the initiative! It was a long-term plan that finally succeeded on 31st July 2010. People need to be informed that tigers are becoming extinct.

I spoke with the principal of Sri Sankara Matriculation Higher Secondary School in Thiruvalluvar Nagar, Thiruvanmiyur, and arranged a screening of the movie for their students. The whole day was dedicated to this program. We organized three batches, and students from classes 4, 5, 6, 7, 11, and 12 watched the movie in groups.

The documentary was educational, but to keep things interesting, I asked a few questions afterward. Those who gave correct answers were given small gifts.

I’ve turned my passion into action! I will continue this mission by visiting more schools and arranging screenings of the movie. Why? Because I love tigers! If we can’t save our national animal, what can we save?

Originally posted on 03-Aug-2010 Edited on 09-Feb-2025

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