The newspapers, supposed to carry the matter of significance in the world around us, are slowly and slowly resembling mischievous look, shedding all the pretense they had of serious, intellectual conversation. A model who has out of her numerous assignments, did a topless shoot becomes a matter of news. The Sunday Brunch which I regularly follow, primarily on account of stimulating article by Seema Goswami ( I did love reading Vir Singhvi writing on luxury travel and eating out, but that was before Radiagate hit him hard), now keep on coming out with odd things like a guide for women to drink out. What is so amazing is the way drinking has found its way into social mores. It is the new kind of Bra-burning that feminists of the day have quickly caught on. I am not one for the world without wine, but I am also not the one for the life as a chain of irrational festivities. Was just reading Schopenhauer ' The World as Will and Idea' where the pessimist philosopher notes that, it
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