In a vast empty green space of slum flopmarket area in a mega-loo-polis, a few shanties are erected at night; a divine deity appears in a makeshift temple a few days later; some hundred thousand dwellings spring up in the vicinity of the makeshift temple under the shelter of the (slum) Lord with complete access to water, electricity, air-conditioning and a Direct-2-Home fabled (!) connections; thus, all that's Green finally appears lean and clean! As the city ever weeps at all the green sweeps, in a remote village of India, a "son-of-the-soil", whose unrelenting toil feeds hundreds and thousands each day, with no bar to language, caste, religion, gender or region, commits suicide on account of being burdened with debt! Elsewhere, in the National Criminal Region - where prominent leaders might reside - women and children are repeatedly abused at day-and-night in moving and stationery trains and buses and cars and public places, or for that matter, within confines of their own home! (Affordable?) Housing. Education. Mid-day Deal scheme. Public Health-Scare. Ruined by those in Power. Gooned by those in the opposition. It's all happening. Here. In Malice in Blunderland.