To die for This was the heaven of plenty that our progenitors and species such as the tiger came to colonise millennia ago. Unique, mysterious and forever fascinating, the Indian subcontinent's natural history remains largely unstudied, its natural wealth barely appreciated. But to our utter good fortune, whale sharks, saltwater crocodiles and green turtles still swim the coastal waters off the Andaman and Nicobar Islands. And in the legendary, snow-capped Himalayas that were thrust so sensationally skyward 25 million years ago, the snow leopard still pads dominance over musk deer, Tibetan antelope, ibex, marmots and voles. Even the apparently lifeless Thar throbs with life. And to the east, bordering Bhutan, Bangladesh and Myanmar, mists swirl permanently through forests that shelter remarkable life forms ranging from tigers, elephants, rhinos to gibbons. The world's largest moth, the Atlas, together with a myriad of butterflies, flit through this Himalayan wonderland, sucking the nectar from 4,000 flowering plants, including some of the rarest orchids on earth.
Riverine grasslands in protected forests like Manas in Assam still offer refuge to endangered species like the Bengal Florican, pygmy hog and the hispid hare. And the great floodplains of the Indus, Ganga and Brahmaputra, though radically altered by man's agricultural lifestyle, are among the most generative in the world. In the Western Ghats, giant squirrels travel miles in the canopy without once descending to the forest floor. And along the narrow strip of peninsular India, 50 million Indians thrive on the productivity of a mosaic of corals, sandbars, mangroves and beaches.
On the cusp of a new millennium, India is clearly still a land to die for. Its bounty wounded but unmatched. The question must, however, be asked: "Are we managing our assets well?"