Thank God I live in Navalgarh

Land prices in Navalgarh have suddenly shot through the roof.
What was once a sleepy hamlet in the middle of nowhere has seen a sudden spurt in the realty sector.
Once upon a time farmers in Navalgarh struggled to grow something of value in their land. They usually ended up with a bumper crop of thorns and nails. Not any more. The wealthy jet setters from the big cities are quietly buying up the farmers at prices unheard of.
Overnight the farmers of this dustpan have become millionaires and have migrated to the cities with buying power they never even dared to dream off.
What has caused this phenomenon?
Everything is pretty hushed up. But small bytes of information is seeping out.
One theory lays the blame squarely on the spate to bombings in cities. The cities have become easy targets for the terrorists. Enter city, eat lunch, blow up the tiffin box!
In such a scenario only places yet to feature in the radar are safe and thus enters Navalgarh in the picture.

Cigarettes - the Woog killer!

Fifteen years ago I lit up for the first time.
Since that fatefull day not a day has gone by when I did not smoke.
In those thirteen years I have lied to virtually everybody that matters to me including myself!!
I have repeatedly "ceased to smoke" and people have actually believed me.
1st of July 2008 is my day of freedom.
Freedom from slavery, freedom from all that guilt, freedom from several phsychological issues that have plagued me over the years.
From 1st of July 2008 I have remained free of cigarettes.
From 1st of July 2008 I have come closer to finding The Woog!

Woog all the time

The search is on....Anytime....Anyhow.

Age no bar....

Religion no bar...

The lucky few who have found
'The Woog', Peace be upon him.

An ode to The Woog

Long hours, midnight oil
Days of sweat and continuous toil.

Crossing the Sahara and the Gobi
With no camel and no roti!

Years have past. Oh! how I brood
Always in search of the Woog!!