The Zamindari system might have stopped to exist decades ago. The feudalism and with it, all its bloodshedm, too. But the culture seems to remain.
When faced with questions, when the questions reached the threshold - the Farmer didn't know the answers anymore. While given a land in Nagar, he has to see that the Landowner agree with it.
What are we then? Lesser mortals who are not even Farmers? Is that why we get unfertile land on the bottom of the hill? Jack and Jill at least went up the hill - we are not even doing that. We might be, DAMn it, sometimes, but we don't really need a top of the hill sleeping area. We don't.
And then again, this Nagar will see more fruits. Apples mostly. Hopefully. That can't be bad. But the question remains, is when will gravitation make the Apples fall?