Two Wings, But Not A Bird
I cannot put my finger
on an insect and call it my favourite. Yes, the banner-bearers of the insect
world, the butterflies and the moths, mesmerize me; I have an infatuation for
the eagles of the insect world, the dragonflies and the damselflies. I adore
the champions of this age, the beetles, the musicians, the piercers, the
jumpers – one name is not enough to describe them – the true bugs. And the most
industrious, the ants, bees, and wasps, the immortal cockroaches, the
architects – the termites, the hunters and the herbivores, and all the rarities
in-between with their own ingenious lives – they all amaze me equally. But the
one that held my fascination for the longest time are also the most infuriating
to understand, and they happen to be omnipresent.
This bias lies in you
too. After all, it is not the butterfly that we recognize as soon as we begin
to identify with the world. Nor the birds. It is that other two-winged entity:
the fly. In our lives, we’ve fixated on flies more t…