In a city like Gurgaon, where anywhere you turn your head you find sunlight struggling to find grass and dust fills the air,all you can see is high rise buildings. Here, infact in and around this region, NCR as we call it, it has been hard to find ‘news’ these days cause its mostly static. The new definition of NCR stands as National Crime Region[erstwhile National Capital Region] more so with the new initiative of TOI- Times Gurgaon. Theres nothing called good news. Some people would present the rhetoric that theres nothing called good truth- bad truth… yeah whatever, go ahead.
Every other day you can find these ‘typical truths’ juggling across different slots, different quadrants in City pages. Some of these(more eternal ones) like rape- where women of unexpected age group equally get to the hall of fame, murder- mostly hollywood style, psychotic and filmy kind, uproar by the traffic scented and persistently dented
population of Gurgaon, are arranged in a matrix of robberies and vehicle snatching. Funny thing here.. there’s hardly any public transport here; if you reserve a[green 
] auto, be ready to get the driver beaten up. And daring the dig-outs on the roads, if you do get a vehicle (any on wheels), the supermen here snatch it at gunpoint.
Hence our definition keeps on changing from NCR to National Crime Region to Murder Capital Region to National Central Rape Region and so on.. The city has become the prodigal son battling to keep its ego and its human antithesis above its originality. While its native lot is respectably much more beautiful than its superficial verdigris, its mall-e-
Bourgeois.
