Irony Of Success: When Sexual Favour Is Your Best Resume
Sexual favours, an unofficial currency for professional success, brazenly erodes the public trust on system.

The recent suspension of a Rajasthan government school principal and teacher for their sexual escapades in the school office feels like watching a rerun of a show we’ve seen a decades ago. Only this time, the stage is a place of learning, and the actors are those entrusted with shaping young minds. How ironically ironic.
The CCTV footage – because apparently, some people need a reminder that cameras exist in 2025 – captured what can only be described as a spectacular lapse in judgment: a school principal and a female teacher engaging in activities better suited for anywhere but a school office. One can only imagine the fascinating educational theories they were discussing between their kisses and hugs.
But let’s dig deeper into this cesspool of moral ambiguity. The situation typically manifests in two flavors, each more distasteful than the last. Either we’re witnessing two consenting adults with an unfortunate case of workplace romance (coupled with an even more unfortunate case of exhibitionism), or we’re looking at the age-old dance of power dynamics – where career advancement comes with some rather unsavory strings attached. Both scenarios make one want to take a long shower, preferably while weeping for the state of our institutions.
Speaking of institutional decay, this incident serves as an uncomfortably familiar echo of the 2012 Abhishek Manu Singhvi scandal. When the smooth-talking, well-heeled Congress spokesperson found himself starring in a rather different kind of political drama? The alleged sex CD featuring Singhvi and a female lawyer within court premises – because apparently, some people think the temples of justice make for excellent romantic venues.
The parallels are both striking and depressing. In both cases, we see powerful men, institutions meant to uphold society’s values, and the persistent question of whether sexual favors are becoming an unofficial currency for professional advancement. It’s enough to make one nostalgic for the days when good old-fashioned bribery was the only corruption we had to worry about.
But here’s where it gets truly fascinating – and by fascinating, I mean soul-crushing. The Singhvi incident raised questions about the integrity of our judicial system, with allegations that judgeship was being offered as a reward for sexual favors. Just pause and let that sink in. While we’re all busy debating whether these are private matters between consenting adults, we’re somewhat missing the rather enormous elephant in the room: the systematic erosion of our institutional integrity.
In an age where technology has made every indiscretion potentially viral, one would think our public servants might exercise a modicum of restraint. But no, like moths to a flame, they continue to provide us with fresh material for our collective outrage. It’s almost as if they’re competing in some perverse reality show: “Who Wants to Destroy Public Trust?”
The real tragedy here isn’t just the acts themselves – it’s the ripple effect they have on public confidence. How are we supposed to trust a system where those in positions of power seem to view their offices as personal playgrounds? When a school principal transforms an educational institution into their private boudoir, or when a prominent lawyer allegedly trades judicial positions for sexual favors, they’re not just compromising their own integrity – they’re poisoning the well of public trust.
The Tarnished Pillars: A Tale of Power, Indiscretion, Sexual Favours and Institutional Decay
And let’s consider the chilling what-if scenario: had the Singhvi incident never come to light, we might have had a judge on the bench whose qualification was not their judicial acumen but their willingness to participate in such arrangements. Imagine the kind of justice that would have been dispensed from that particular seat of power. It’s enough to make one question every judgment ever passed.
The truly infuriating part is that these are not isolated incidents but symptoms of a deeper malaise. Our democracy rests on four pillars – the Legislature, Executive, Judiciary, and Media – and each seems to be competing to see which can crumble first. Politicians living luxurious lives on taxpayer money while engaging in moral turpitude, bureaucrats like Puja Khedkar eroding the steel frame of India, and a media landscape that’s become a circus rather than a watchdog – it’s like watching all four pillars of democracy playing Jenga with our nation’s future.
In this context, the Rajasthan school incident isn’t just another scandal to titter over tea. It’s yet another crack in the foundation of our institutional integrity. These leaders, whether in education, politics, or law, are supposed to be the guardians of our societal values, the ones setting examples for future generations. Instead, they’re providing master classes in how to abuse power and betray public trust.
The saddest part? We’re not even surprised anymore. Each new scandal is met with a collective shrug and a cynical “What else did you expect?” We’ve become so accustomed to institutional corruption that we’ve developed a sort of moral injury. It’s as if we’re all passengers on a sinking ship, watching the captain and crew fight over who gets to use the captain’s quarters for their liaisons while water floods the lower decks.
So here we are, in 2025, still grappling with the same issues that plagued us decades ago. The only difference is that now we have high-definition evidence of our moral bankruptcy. Perhaps it’s time to ask ourselves: In a democracy where all four pillars are compromised, what exactly are we standing on? Or have we already fallen, and these scandals are just the death rattles of what was once called the world’s largest democracy?
The answer, my fellow citizens, might be too depressing to contemplate. But at least we can take solace in knowing that as long as there are CCTV cameras in government offices, we’ll never run out of entertainment – however tragic it might be.