My inner economist finds a strange beauty in the ingenuity of people noticing and availing themselves of this kind of arbitrage opportunity.

 ”Our one rupee coin is in fact worth 35 rupees, because we make five to seven blades out of them,” the grocer allegedly told the police. “Bangladeshi smugglers take delivery of the blades at regular intervals.”

Some readers might be aghast at such open admiration of what is essentially a smuggling operation. I understand the moral objections to smuggling. I might even share them.  I say “might” because there will probably be a “depends” somewhere in my response to questions about my moral views of smuggling.