British interior Minister Jacqui Smith is the new poster girl for recklessness in a country debating the obscene amounts claimed in allowances by members of parliament. What makes Ms Smith’s offence particularly profane is not the over £100,000 that she’s claimed over five years by registering a bedroom at her sister’s address in her name, but a mere ten quid. The offensive amount snuck up on her as a cable bill which included the pay-per-view porn that her husband had been sneaking in behind her back.
Though Ms Smith has been lauded for her promptness in reimbursing the wayward amount, what’s adding insult to injury is the irony of such an offence landing in her lap. A few months ago, the minister had cast a disparaging eye on men who paid for sexual services, while talking tough on lap dancing clubs. Well, this might just explain all that sneak-a-boo by the poor man, but what’s incomprehensible to the Indian mind is the fact that it’s only about the money.
Ten bucks, you say? Had a similar scandal hit our shores, adding to the blues of a beleaguered wife would be a dozen upright denizens, debating the declining morality of Indian men, while brooding over the tears in the moral fabric of our errant society. All the while wondering: Hang on! You can order that on your cable TV?