Wife finds Minister of Health with his pants around his ankles
" To her inquiries as to her husband's whereabouts, she barged past him into the ante-room next door. There, the good wife was startled to find the Hon. Min. in delicto flagrante, in the passionate embrace of a big made dark-complexioned lady. "She had Susanthika's complexion," Mrs de Silva was later heard to say. Like Sonny Corleon in the Godfather, it seems the Minister of Health (to say nothing of Indigenous Medicine), had chosen to do it standing up. The sight of her husband standing with his pants around his ankles, to say nothing of the Dark Lady wrapped about his loins, was too much for her to bear. She called the meeting to order."
It is not for us to pass judgement on the private activities of de Silva. That is his business to sort out with his wife. But when he uses the nistry premises maintained by taxpayers' money to indulge in private practice, then it becomes a public issue.
Ira de Silva, wife of our worthy Minister of Health and Indigenous Medicine, does not intend representing the State of New York in the United States Senate. But at that point ceases everything she has in common with Hillary Rodham Clinton. Like the incumbent U.S. First Lady's, Ira de Silva's life has been a struggle to keep her husband from losing focus on his libido. As for her husband, well might he stand a full foot shorter than Bill Clinton in his silk socks, but judging by the Kenneth Starr Report, he certainly seems to be a less passive partner in passion than Bill.
In spite of turning 56 come Wednesday week, and despite having added some inches to his waistline since abandoning his lucrative legal practice six years ago in order to join the Cabinet, de Silva's ardour has not been dampened. Nor has the weight of office cramped his style. As for his long-suffering spouse, she clearly thinks she has suffered long enough.
Having served a term as an MP of the Colombo district, de Silva has now shifted his political focus to Badulla, where he spent his adolescent years as a student at Dharmaduta College. He is billed to head the People's Alliance list for Badulla District in the October 10 general election, having helped organise that electorate for several decades past. Frequent visits to Badulla are therefore the norm, and there was nothing obviously suspicious in his asking his missus for a packed lunch as he intended to drive up to Badulla in the afternoon of Saturday August 12. Asked to drop in at home for lunch before leaving for Badulla after a television appearance scheduled for that morning, De Silva said No' he was too busy and insisted on a packed lunch. Years of bitter experience however, have taught Ira de Silva that any action of her husband, even his asking the time of day, ought to be treated with suspicion.
When she turned up at the ministry offices in Ven. Wimalawansa Baddegama Thero Mawatha (a.k.a. Deans Road) that afternoon therefore, she was surprised to see the Hon. Min.'s limousine still parked in the porch. She asked one of the security types howcome the amathithuma was still in Colombo when he should at least have reached Pelmadulla by then, only to be told that he had left in a decoy vehicle for security reasons. Now our Mrs de Silva knows how loyal these security types can be to their employers: like you, she too, had read about the Joel Pera case in the newspapers. She decided to check for herself.
Entering the minister's plush offices, she was greeted by Chandrathilake Senanayake, Nimal Siripala's loyal Press Secretary who was hanging on the telephone at the time. Unconvinced by his flustered answers to her inquiries as to her husband's whereabouts, she barged past him into the ante-room next door. There, the good wife was startled to find the Hon. Min. in delicto flagrante, in the passionate embrace of a big made dark-complexioned lady. "She had Susanthika's complexion," Mrs de Silva was later heard to say. Like Sonny Corleon in the Godfather, it seems the Minister of Health (to say nothing of Indigenous Medicine), had chosen to do it standing up. The sight of her husband standing with his pants around his ankles, to say nothing of the Dark Lady wrapped about his loins, was too much for her to bear. She called the meeting to order.
The Ven. Wimalawansa Baddegama Thero would not have approved.
Unpleasantly surprised and no doubt shocked at the shrill cry of the wife, the honourable minister's first concern appears to have been the honour of his lady of the day. With his pants (he had not gone to work wearing his usual national costume that day) still about his ankles, he leaped at his wife and pinned her down to the floor in a grip that the referees of the World Wrestling Federation would have applauded. Using the diversion to advantage, the quick-witted Monica hitched up her skirts, adjusted her make-up and sped off to another engagement for which she seemed to be late.
The rumpus brought in the security types who found their boss coyly buttoning up his fly while his spouse made known to him and anyone else who cared to listen, what she thought of him. Still yelling, the lady was bodily picked up and removed to another room by the Minister's Security Division which, note, is bankrolled by us the taxpayers. As for her husband, he suddenly concluded that among the many attractions Badulla offers is that it is 143 kilometres from Colombo. This fact offered an irresistable lure, and security notwithstanding, he sheepishly climbed into his limo and was gone, leaving not a wrack behind.
As for Mrs de Silva, she continued to be detained against her will in an ante-room next door to the antics room while a burly sub-inspector of police Sanjay, blocked the door. Notwithstanding him, the lady continued to make, in a carrying voice, a series of hurtful observations on her husband's character, pedigree and upbringing, none of which are to be found in his official biography. Mrs. de Silva was finally released when she threatened to jump out of the window.
As for the public, it will be relieved to know that at last, the government seems to be bringing the administration procedures of its ministries in line with those of the White House. The electors of Badulla are yet to discover however, whether their would-be MP will do unto them what his wife found him doing unto the lady in the red blouse.
It is not for us to pass judgement on the private activities of de Silva. That is his business to sort out with his wife. But when he uses the ministry premises maintained by tax payers money to indulge in private practice, then it becomes a public issue. Worst still when newspapers that reported Sri Lanka's Monicagate were forcibly taken and burnt in de Silva's Badulla electorate