what r we ready to read in the name of literature? the great indian upper-middle-middle class girls n boys, in the name of freedom and professionalism living a blatantly open sexual existence...and their escapades, their daily banal living revolving around parties, bra details and sex..There is so little substance to these new genre baba-log, so little matter in them....no knowledge , no character, only concerned with the difference between 'making love' and 'having a fuck'....is this all there is to life? sad! and all in the name of literature....could publishing houses and literary critics rise above these supremely banal writings and give the reading public something of more value, something that would build society, character ? (and i dont mean to relate sex to character....), values, something that would help in knowing the good from the bad, the beautiful from the ugly....
