…yes we do. How else would we tell good from bad if there is no bad anymore? How else would we be able to prove the halo above our heads? We definitely need some villains in our lives. We have a sack full of them here. the beloved land of the pure. In films the ugly, loathsome villains get enough retakes and makeup and other stuff to add glamour to their character. In real life villains are ugly, full stop.
One of my favourite villains from the fictional world has been Uriah Heep. Remember the cunning, albino looking, snake like ultimate antagonist of David Copperfield?. His hands are cold and slimy. He wears a clever smile and masks it with a ‘umble smile’. His wriggly motions, cold heart and subtle yet treacherous moves towards his enemy make him the famous villain from the literary shelves ever created by Charles Dickens. Who is your favourite villain from the world of fiction (books/movies) ?
The other day I was watching Spiderman 3 and Eddie who becomes the victim of alien symbiote said the following lines/ dialogues:
“I like being bad. It makes me happy.“
It made me wonder for a few seconds. It is so apt, isn’t it? However, how many times do we hear that from our real life villains; the open, straightforward acceptance of how they enjoy their ‘villainhood’. Hardly ever I think, take Zardari for example.
The concept of alien symbiote intrigued me a lot when i first watched spiderman 3 ( my brother’s a comic books’ fan, while i just watch the superhero movies :p) The idea of such a vile alien creature is so aptly applicable and relevant to our current politicians. Either they are the alien symbiote while we are its host for survival. Or maybe they are the victims of the refugee seeker alien. Either way only if loud sound could finish of the bad gays..guys i meant!
Apart from the political villainy and symbiote analogy there is one more thing to shed light on. We also find ourselves ranting about how many people are jealous of us, or complaining about how our friend is such a pest or how people poke their nose in whatever we do. We whine about how someone cheated on us, how someone lied to us, how every time people hunt us for our ‘innocent nature’ or take advantage of our ‘honesty’.
Isn’t it strange how no one ever admits that they themselves were the bad guys? Why is the bad guy always someone in the shadows. A scary shadow lurking in the dark. A censored face, always talked about but never seen. Someone we always hear about from the apparently ‘good guy’.
If we all are the good guys then where do the hell bad guys come from? who are they? why don’t we ever see them? What is there story? Are we the bad guys for the people who we think are the bad guys? And most important of all what would we do without the bad guys in our lives? nothing to rant about?
Moral of the story, totally unrelated. The end narrative from Spiderman 😀
“ Whatever comes our way, whatever battle we have raging inside us, we always have a choice. My friend Harry taught me that. He chose to be the best of himself. It’s the choices that make us who we are, and we can always choose to do what’s right. “