I see nothing wrong in being offered a drink or offering one. I don't like to drink tea. But when I wander into the drawing rooms of 21st century Delhi, I find them populated with people who make an awful amount of noise while having less and less to say. Most of them are paralyses neck down, and in a haze upward. Faces are devoid of animation, and there is so much of air-kissing that the atmosphere needs fumigation.
Conversation is small beer and everyone wears deodorant.