The title of this essay is both, ironic and paradoxical and the ambiguity is meant to be so as much as my observation goes which stems from the market place to the many farms that dot the hills around this beautiful place that we inhabit and call our home. In the old days when we were growing up, the market places were small, vegetables were organic and fresh, and foodstuff was cheap. I clearly remember being sent to the evening market at Laitumkhrah with twenty or fifty rupees and coming home with a bag full of produce which included fish and sometimes meat. Nowadays a bagful of shopping is, perhaps, five hundred rupees or more and most of the vegetables are not fresh, over ripe, non-organic and imported from other states – not local!