A very common man who did not enjoy even an iota of fame in his lifetime once remarked that all legends were based on true stories, especially the fictitious ones. Over the course of time, they get refined over and over according to the popular sentiments of the period. It does not require a genius to figure out that as far as popular sentiments go, the hitherto history of mankind is the history of how he progressed from a barbaric genius to a civilised moron ( my very reliable sources tell me this is what Marx actually wrote. The whole class conflict thing was added later on by Lenin when he was tripping on opium). So we need to inspect some path breaking works of earlier times to unravel the true meaning behind those works. The one below is a perfect specimen.
Jack and Jill went up the hill
to fetch a pail of water
Jack fell down and broke his crown
Jill came tumbling after
This elegant and complex piece of poetry throws us more questions than answers that it can deliver. Devoid of elements like motive and also the unsatisfactory climax, it is a perfect example of how great stories have been dumbed down for us. The story of Jack and Jill has been interpreted in different ways in different cultures. In Hindu tradition, Jack is a Brahmin boy who decided to share his water with a Dalit girl Jill. This enraged one of the 300 million Hindu gods ( my very reliable sources are yet to trace out all the gods let alone confirm the identity of the angry god) who cursed them causing them to fall down the hill. Schools run by Khap panchayats still use the poem to enlighten young minds about our great cultural heritage. In some other pious societies living by the desert, the poem was initially banned as the relationship between Jack and Jill was ambiguous. It was prohibited for an unmarried girl to go alone with a boy, even if the intention was as innocent as ‘fetching water’. Hence the first line of the poem was modified to Jack and his third wife Jill. I am not sure if this piece of information is pertinent to our discussion, but in the 1990s Afghanistan version of the poem, Jill is stoned to death for allowing her husband to get injured .
All these and other versions are confirmed to be false by my sources (don not forget that they are very reliable ones).For the ease of understanding I will tell their story in two parts, ascent and descent. ( Initially I had thought of mount and dismount, but discarded them due to certain carnal connotations).
The Ascent
The most important parameters to decipher the story are the ages of our protagonists. Many experts feel that if they were into their teens , the so-called motive of fetching water is suspect. The town planning office has documents that reveal there were functioning wells in the town itself. So why would they go up a hill to get some? Let me be unequivocal in saying that no aspersions should be cast on the characters of this boy and girl for they were merely the age of eight when they made the trip to the hill. It all began when Jack had a strange dream one morning. In it God appeared to him and told him that there were deposits of a precious mineral on the hill adjoining the town. Jack passed on this information to Jill and asked her opinion. You see, Jack like myself, always sought out only reliable sources of information. The kids sat by the candy shop, wondered what the mineral might be. It could be Gold. Or Oil. They said. If it is oil we can sell it to Grandpa Rockefeller in the next town, remarked Jack. Jill did not respond to it, but it was clear that she was not enthused by the idea. However, they decided to explore the hill. While some of you might feel that this is a little far-fetched, let me remind you that man, in the past has overcome his lethargy and explored difficult and dangerous terrain like the jungles of Africa or the crowded streets of Baghdad never for water but only in pursuit of Gold, Diamond or Oil.
Jack did not want to let others in on the secret. So as Jack and Jill walked through the town with a bucket and some small tools in their hand, they were constantly questioned about what they were up to. The ‘ fetching water’ was only a cover for their true intention. The elders laughed at it and admired the imaginative capabilities of innocent minds. With great effort the kids climbed the hill and reached the top. They started digging everywhere. The work continued for many hours. By evening, they were exhausted and thirsty. No gold, no oil. Oh I am so thirsty, exclaimed both of them. Jill said she wanted to rest. Relentless Jack continued to dig, and as he struck a rock, water rushed out from the crack. Both the kids went near the rock and drank water till their stomachs were full. Though quenched of thirst, the failure of their mission had left clear signs of anger and disappointment on their faces. There is nothing precious here. Only water, shouted Jack. Yes.Only water, replied Jill softly.
The Descent
It was only after many minutes of rest that Jack started tasting the remnants of water droplets in his mouth. To confirm his sensory input, he walked over to the rock and drank more water from it. Yes, the water here tasted better than the one in the town well. (Of course, my source has provided me with a document citing that the town well had arsenic poisoning among other pollution issues. But, at the age of eight and without any scientific education, this was not known to him). He reported this to Jill who after drinking the water confirmed Jack’s theory. You know we could build a pipe from here to the town. People would buy this water from us. I can be rich, suggested Jack. Jill had never thought of building a pipe or the benefits of better quality water. But, the idea that some one can get all the benefits out of a communal resource like water was not acceptable to her. I think all the workers in the town should jointly own the water.She responded. It was true that the water had not been created by Jack’s hard work but has existed for millenia in the same place. Jack knew this. But the ability to have control over a resource was so appealing. But I am the enterperener.( He was eight and could not get his spelling correct to entrepreneur even while speaking). Do you know who is John Galt?
Jill who had never before heard of Ayn Rand’s most annoying creation kept quiet for a moment. She knew they might have never found the source of water or had an idea of the pipeline without Jack, but shot back with some question right after.
The verbal duel continued for quite a long time. In the end, they realised that there was a more mature way to settle this dispute, one that had been used by our ancestors and considered to be the civilised one. So they decide to fight it out. The winner of their contest shall decide what is to be done with the water. A sloping surface which has been dug at different places is not the best place to conduct a wrestling match. Eventually, they slipped and fell down the hill.
Aftermath
The poem stops here. But we need to know what happened and my source was able to find out that there were two contrasting versions to what happened after the kids fell down the hill. In the first one, Jill organises the workers in the village and execute Jack. They go on to form a town government formed by the workers. This version had found popularity in Russia and some East European countries. But it became unpopular with the passage of time. The other version, the one that is familiar to everyone says that following the violent terrorist activities of Jill, the CIA neutralised her and established democracy in the town.