DR. JEKYLL AND MR. JACKASS

this was actually supposed to be the first one to be written..but i had to give up midway because i was feelin way too articulate to write this one..been wanting to do it for a pretty long time now..needless to say,the vodka was pumpin thru the veins when it finally materialized..i dunno how much sense it makes,but sure did to me..






"courage is not the absence of fear but,rather, the judgment that something else is more important than fear.."



ever heard of the concept of duality.. ?the simpler concept prototype of schizophrenia..freud would be amazed at the possibilities that modern man has posted on the human psyche..lets see what we're actually missing to watch out for when its right there..starin at you..point blank,in your face and u can't do fuck about it..everybody's got a threshold level of it..we do it all the time,and some loser who seriously does not know a fuck about what he's doin gets the blame for it along with a healthy dose of electric wake up calls and psychotropic hallucinogens that those dumb and dumber docs call medicine..do we need it?..what quantifies the need..?lets start with the simple ones..ever wanted to fuck your friend's girlfriend..?or come on,lets make it simpler..ever wanted to fuck ur girlfriend's sister? there are some ppl who cross that stage of criminality,and get caught..then goto jail..blah blah..social ostracism..blah blah..more of it,then its either a suicide or more blood spilling frothing at the mouth rape scenes..and then there are those who silence those pangs with a gentle shag at night wen she's not lookin or some likewise shitload..the mens rea,u'd have to admit,is very much clear and present.. now,leaving the unholy blood and gore aside,getting to the schizophrenic aspect of it,let's say we have a guy who's a timid shrimp,the kind who'd have goose pimples and red cheeks if he saw his wife naked.the guy goes to office everyday,is a diligent worker at some top notch software firm.he follows whatever bossman says and his coworkers treat him like shit..he bears everythin with a smile,because that's all he's been fed since his birth on this godforsaken soiled mother earth..the owner of the parking lot has the balls to scream at him if he parks his new cadillac an inch outta place,the waiter does not bother to thank him for the tip,junkies trip him when he's joggin in the park,he gets up and walks away without glancing back at the sneering bastards..all this in a measure of a day..in short he's everybody's unholy,unworthy fearful bitch..this is our man jekyll oozing the milk of human goodness from every visible and invisible orifice of his body..now,duality needs a catalyst.. a crossover to the other side needs a medium as volatile as the state of the human psyche itself .. for a chimera to surface,a bellerophontes has to exist and vice versa..what's good and what's evil is a choice that i would prefer leavin to the person facing it .. because ultimately its the person's belief that gets manifested in the wildest connotation possible..the loser we're talkin about can have any kinda catalyst that would make him lose it and go over to the wild side..the permutations and combinations are unlimited and the effect to the given cause could have even more diverse proportions..he might not change at all,may become more timid..or may become something that he never could think himself to be worth turning into.. the possibilities,as i've said, are limitless and endless..where we're talkin about jekyll, the only alterego that comes to mind is mr Hyde in all his cannibalistic fury..and then there's this character that i have wanted to sketch out for a long time now..mr. jackass..mr. jackass is not dumb,just like mr jekyll.. he's just too articulate and too calculating to be either jekyll or hyde,a complete class apart,indestructible in belief and narcissistic to the core,even if dangerously so..he has the efficiency of jekyll,the annihilistic turpetude of hyde,amalgamated into an organised cold blooded fury that cannot be faced,and is best left to the person suffering it.. and moreover his actions are those that are not done for his benefit,but are at the very basic level,an attempt to set right the things that have done him and others around him more harm than good..the name jackass is so suited for the character in contention because its an unselfish being.. like every superhero scourin our streets.. but more efficient than any masked vigilante on a purging spree,because of a deadly anonymity that's his mask..though he hardly needs any.. something like what superman would feel had he known that jor el had been murdered by earthlings...get the picture?now lets take the hypothetical situation of the jekyll we've been talkin of in the previous lines,after being the dutiful bitch an a half for the whole day,he comes home prepared for a nagging wife and some necrophiliac dry sex,and he sees her sleepin with some one else..clawing at his back..expressin a carnal vigour that had been dormant for years of our man's holy matrimony..the sacraments read at his quiet ceremony come back as satanic verses to haunt him,laugh at him in the face and offer some more luciferous rebukes and he's caught in the web..his shell of moral constriction and social fear break loose and the transformation begins..the purging venom sears through him..leaving him vulnerable to freedom..freedom of the mind..and as soon as he is unplugged,he sees the things happening in a different perspective,he sees it as his fault that his wife was cheatin on him..why the world treats him like a turdball..and he decides to make amends..by all means necessary,and he goes back to office,to his cabin..and chalks out his vendetta..next day he meets his colleagues,when one of them chides him as usual,he gives the guy a sloppy fist on the nose and warns him that if the fuckbag ever lost his wagger of a tongue again,he'd have to use the paper shredder in the corner to ease it out..the boss gapes while he says what the fuck he's gapin at,ain't he ever seen a yapper get a sock?..boss retraces steps ,no new assignments for the day,next stop,seven eleven for the regular grocery..he parks the car in front of the door,the parking incharge yells at him.he calmly walks out,takes the keys of his caddy,and runs a nice little rip across the first car in sight,wrenches open the gas tank,wets his handkerchief with the leakin gas,and stuffs it in.then he takes out the zippo he'd bought the same mornin,and lights it..looks at the parking guy and says anythin else yo got to say,punk?..tough guy answers with a blow that's got our newborn hero reelin..the pain is like a green apple mojito to his parched masculinity..he revels in it,gets up ,takes a few more blows,each one egging him on further till he is orgasmically elated at the flowin blood.he laughs,tickles a split tooth,spits out the remains..and breaks each molar,premolar and incisor the parking guy has,takes out his cellphone and asks him to dial 911..the parking dumbass is way too much in shock to say anythin and passes out.. our man then makes his way to the store ..falls inside,calls for help and faints.. jekyll [apparently] wakes up later in the ER with some painful stitches and grins at his wife through his groggy eyes,they drive back home in silence,his wifey seemingly disturbed.. she asks him why he did not come home the last night.. he tells her he was too busy nailin his secretary..she flushes red and purple..turns to him and says why with tears in her eyes,and he tells her coz ur too fuckin dry,wish u were wilder in bed..she looks shocked..she slowly understands his cold smirk and drives home in terror and silence..this is just a solitary example, reality can be better or nastier..what would u do?..who would u stand by ? jekyll,hyde..or jackass?