Period Dramas Are LIFE

When you are someone like me who has an obsession with historical fiction, where would you be without period dramas?!

I made a comprehensive list of period dramas by chronological time periods. I have watched a few of these but not all. Some of these are more popular (Downton Abbey, Mad Men) while there are some really great underrated series too. Not gonna lie though, some of these are downright cheezy and may not even be historically accurate. But who cares?! I’ll take a dashing Mr. Darcy in his breeches sipping tea by a quaint thicket in his lavish garden any day.

ROMAN ERA

Spartacus: War of the Damned (2010) 100BC-71BC
Rome (2005) 50BC-30BC

MIDDLE AGES

Vikings (2013) 793
The Last Kingdom (2015) 872
Marco Polo (2014) 1271-1368

RENAISSANCE

The White Queen (2013) 1464
Isabel (2012) 1472-1492
Da Vinci’s Demons (2013) 1470s
The Borgias (2011) 1492

TUDOR ERA

The Tudors (2007) 1525-1540s
Wolf Hall (2015) 1500-1535
Reign (2013) 1542-1560

GEORGIAN ERA

Black Sails (2014) 1715
Poldark (2015) 1780s
Banished (2015) 1788
Jonathan Strange & Mr Norrell (2015) early 1800s
The Red and the Black (1993) 1814-1830

REGENCY PERIOD

Great Expectations (2011) 1812
To the Ends of the Earth (2005) 1812
Garrow’s Law (2009) 1810s-1820s
Vanity Fair (1998) 1811-1820
Lost in Austen (2008) 1811-1820
Pride and Prejudice (1995) 1810s
Emma (2009) 1810s

VICTORIAN ENGLAND

Martin Chuzzlewit (1994) 1842
Cranford (2007) 1840s
North and South (2004) 1840s
Wives and Daughters (1999) 1840s
Jane Eyre (2006) 1840s
Tenant of Wildfell Hall (1996) 1848
Bleak House (2005) 1852-1853
Little Doorit (2008) 1855-1857
Desperate Romantics (2009) 1850s
Doctor Thorne (2016) 1850s
Daniel Deronda (2002) 1865
He Knew He Was Right (2004) 1860s
The Way We Live Now (2001) 1870s
The Buccaneers (1995) 1870s
Tess of the D’Urbervilles (2008) 1870s
The Paradise (2012) 1890
Murdoch Mysteries (2008) 1890s
Lark Rise to Candleford (2008) end of 19th century

The Forsyte Saga (1968) 1886-1936
The Forsyte Saga (2002)

AMERICAN CIVIL WAR & OLD WEST

Underground (2016) 1857
Copper (2012) 1860s
Deadwood (2004) 1876

EDWARDIAN ERA

The Knick (2014) 1900
Berkeley Square (1998) 1902
Mr. Selfridge early (2013) 1900s
Another Period (2015) 1900-1910
When Calls the Heart (2014) 1910

WORLD WAR 1

Parade’s End (2012) 1914-1918 (WW1)
Downton Abbey (2010) 1910s-1920s

THE 20s

Miss Fisher’s Murder Mysteries (2012) 1920s
The House of Elliot (1991) 1920s
Little Doorit (2008) 1920s
The Grand (1997) 1920s
Downton Abbey (2010) 1910s-1920s

PROHIBITIONIST ERA

Boardwalk Empire (2010)  1920-1933 (Prohibitionist era)

THE 30s

South Rising (2011) 1930s
Mildred Pierce (2011) 1931
Dancing on the Edge (2013) 1930s
Poirot (1989) 1932-1936
Upstairs Downstairs (2010) 1936

INDIAN BRITISH RAJ

Indian Summers (2015) 1932
The Jewel in the Crown (1984) 1942

WORLD WAR 2

Home Fires (2015) 1939-1940
Island of War (2004) 1940s
Land Girls (2009) 1940s

THE 50s

Call the Midwife (2012) 1950s
The Bletchley Circle (2012) 1952-1953
A Place to Call Home (2013) 1950s
The Hour (2012) 1950s
Masters of Sex (2013) 1950s-1960s

THE 60s

Pan Am (2011) 1960s
Our Mutual Friend (1998) 1960s
Mad Men (2007) 1960s

 

I will keep updating this list as I discover new shows. Maybe get around to watching them.

There are many period dramas from other languages and cultures too, but I haven’t ventured there yet. Also I am very tempted to put Arthur on this list but I don’t think it qualifies as a period drama..

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So long, Farewell, Auf Wiedersehen

No, I’m not actually going anywhere. But Its that time of year again! You know.. the end of the academic year. For me, the end of my B.Tech days. The end of four years of the drama that comes as part and parcel of being an engineering student in India.

Its also the time of tearful goodbyes, bear hugs(even that random guy in your class you spoke to once in your lifetime), farewell pictures with vintage-y filters and extra-long posts on Facebook detailing your nostalgia and proclaiming the everlasting bond you share with your friends.

Something along the lines of…

What an awsum 4 yrs of dosti, masti, freindship, love and hartbreakk! I can not forget all the crazy stuffs we been through and highs and lows shared with my bestieeeees < 3 < 3!! Yea guys, ve can never get this time back..gonna remember dis COLLEGE DAYS for rest of our lyf!! I’ll nvr forget this place… our sweet home… though many complaints LOL (bintuu)!!! 😉 we are finally ‘engineers’ LOL we did it guys!!!! Ve all gonna be friends 4 lyf.. mwwahhh. I am missing this alreadyy.. I will treasure dese special moments and just remember guyss.. no regrets! All of us will be busy with our lives and stress over jobs and and career and dose times we will look back at our college days and it will put a smile on our face.  :-)#farewelll #finalyear #missing scene’s#collegelyf #friendship #engineers #bestieees #BFFFFsss #letsrock and so on and so forth…

Now its all “yes lets totally be friends forever, we are definitely going to keep in touch(duh) because theres email and facebook and whatsapp and skype, definitely going to have an awesome reunion every year no matter how busy we are with  our lives and it will be awesome and at some point take a trip around the world and we are going to kill it at your wedding and you are totally going to be my future childrens’ godparent.”

Give me a break. I’ve heard it all.

Around two months later, you get a notification from facebook saying its your classmate’s birthday. Oh yea. them. Better go send out the customary ‘Happy Birthday [insert smiley emoji]’ message, only to get a reply going ‘wait.. who are you again?’.

I’m not saying we whitewash and sugarcoat everything but suddenly its like those teachers who literally tortured us? They weren’t all that bad…In fact lets all sing ‘To sir, with love’.

That time we got suspended for protesting over gross mistreatment by management ? That was great ‘character building’.

And those rats that were running around in the hostel mess? They were more like our pets really.

Even though I may not get all sentimental and sappy (I can’t say it was the best time of my life) I must say that overall, it has been a crucial time period for me. Crazy shit has done down. True. And in the process I have learned a lot about myself. I’m happy because its also a new beginning. Working as an intern, trying to figure out what I’m going to do with myself, also going to be moving out, and for the first time.. trying to be a legit adult. Will see how this goes.

So heres a hearty farewell to what has been an eventful chapter in my life. So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen. Cheers.

 

That being said, here is a rendition of To Sir, With Love.

 

 

 

I am like a bird.. I will soar across oceans.
Oceans of joy as well as oceans of misery.

I am a wolf.. I will be wild and free.
I will be fierce.I will be me. Nothing can hold me back or tie me down or keep me grounded.
I am as light as a will’ o the wisp. I am joy. I am love.

The Madness

I wrote this in a fit of frustration a while back last year..

I have recently read an article on CNN about ISIS (the Islamic State of Iran and Syria). It really saddens me to read about everything going on there. It opened my eyes as to what religion is capable of doing to the minds of wayward extremists. People being led by blind ideologies and hatred are spreading it all around the world. In the name of their religion they are justifying their heinous actions. That makes me wonder, about countries where there are no religions, countries where religions are banned in comparison to what is happening in countries where religion is taken to the extreme: is it actually better in any way? On one side there is North Korea which admonishes religion and any form of worship and is instead grossly violating all human rights in the name of power by a few people. There is endless amount of exploitation along with a cult like worship of its rulers. On the other side, there is Iran and Syria, where there is a mindless, unquestionable following of extremist religion, where all horrors are committed in the name of some teaching which is supposed to be imposed by a higher power.

Religion and atheism are both bad in their own way. Neither of them are bringing any peace in this world filled with strife. The hatred, prejudice and all other kinds of evils are becoming more prominent in this world. Where do we turn to find peace? where can we turn to find love? where can we turn to find compassion?

Although I have cited ISIS and North Korea’s dictatorship at the moment, there is so much injustice happening all around this world. In almost every corner of it, some evil is lurking. Much of it is based on religion or lack of values. This seems to be increasing day to day. As a young person it makes me wonder, where is this world headed? what have we come to? These thoughts scare me. As a young person. I want to do something. I can not stand by watching on the sidelines. There is an ever-growing restlessness inside me to do something about it. The article I read spoke about how those who were interested in joining ISIS have specific instructions on how to join and specific instructions as to how they can contribute to their cause. That makes me wonder, what can I do to support the cause of peace? What can I do to support the cause that is humanity? What can I do to support love and brotherhood and compassion and unity? Where do I sign up for that?

Now is the time we can do something about it. We don’t need fame or a recognition via a Nobel Peace prize like Malala to wake up and finally do something.

“Arise! Awake! Stop not till the ideal is achieved!” said Swami Vivekananda.

Let us not lower ourselves into a pit of ignorance, indifference and bigotry. Let us slowly dig this world out of the ditch that its in; grain by grain, pebble by pebble, stone by stone, let us dig this world out of its trench. We are constantly worried about what the Kardashians are up to or what Lady Gaga wore, which boyfriend Taylor Swift is on or how many followers JB has. As a world united, as human beings let us step aside from our narrow vision of what we consider important or what we consider to be our reality and take a look at the big picture of what is happening in this wold and what we can do to help.

Helping doesn’t mean, we fight and kill the others whom we deem our enemies. It doesn’t have to mean going on marches, rallies and protests either. This is what I have come to understand through spirituality. Praying for humanity really works. In the midst of chaos and noise; destruction and doom, maintaining the solitude of inner silence and peace, that is the greatest triumph of humanity that I can ever visualize. When we look inwards and not outwards, we begin to see humanity in its purest form, stripped down. naked. without barriers of any kind, realizing that all of us, deep down are one and the same, whether Muslim, Christian, Jewish, atheist, young, old, rich poor whatever. Just a couple of people praying together can create a substantial positive field of energy to charge the very atmosphere. Now imagine millions of people doing this, Millions of youth. It would be the the penultimate stance, the penultimate response to stand up against cruelty, injustice and hatred.

I pray that this world will know peace soon.

A Sparkling Diwali Sans Sparklers

Its Diwali season! Diwali is the Hindu festival of lights. And as long back as I can remember, whether it was in my grandparents house in India or in California, Diwali time always meant shopping, good food and lots of fireworks! Although I was never really sure what it signified (I was never told); there are so many varying myths and legends associated with the festival.

Sadly, Diwali has just taken on a completely different meaning nowadays. Rather, it has become sort of meaningless. Today, Diwali isn’t even about the lights and glowing diyas anymore. Its just people bursting loud and disrupting firecrackers, bombs and rockets and in general creating a lot of pollution and disturbance because its supposed to be ‘fun’.

Reasons Why You Should Not Burst Crackers this Diwali:

  1. Air pollution: Sulphur dioxide and nitrous oxides in the air mix with water and you get acid rain. If you have ever seen the air just after Diwali, its like a gas chamber. It takes a really long time for these gases to go away.
  2. Noise pollution: Sometimes it gets so loud, your ears are literally become numb. It may lead to hearing deficiencies and probably deafness.
  3. Adverse health defects: These harmful acidic chemicals can lead to health defects such as respiratory problems. Kids, elderly people and pregnant women are affected the most.
  4. The garbage: It’s not like the streets of India are the cleanest places ever, but after Diwali it looks like a tornado hit the city. And who cleans up all that trash?
  5. Animals: On Diwali night, you won’t see a single bird in the sky. Dogs are really sensitive to the noise and get scared away as well. If not for the environment, at least think about the helpless animals.
  6. It contributes to global warming: Maybe not at a large scale, but all the greenhouse gases released in the atmosphere at once will affect the ozone layer!
  7. Worst of all: Small kids (as young as four) are making these firecrackers under hazardous conditions at minimum wages at a place called Sivakasi in Southern India in order to meet the demand for them during Diwali season. Many of these kids are held in bonded labor and don’t attend school. These children suffer from respiratory diseases, tuberculosis, malnutrition, bone injuries and a host of other maladies.

It was not until years later, when I discovered spirituality, that I came to understand that Diwali actually signifies the triumph of good over evil, of righteousness over treachery, of truth over falsehood, but most importantly it represents the triumph of light over darkness. If fact, it is said be celebrated on the darkest night of the darkest time period. I like to think the ‘light’ here is really the light in the innermost core of our hearts. The divine spark within all of us that shines even during the darkest of times. If you think about it, (minus all the rituals and religious dogmas associated with it) it is a really awesome and beautiful festival to be celebrated.

I feel like people are completely forgetting the real meaning of Diwali  and are instead heading into a continuous downward spiral of destruction without any real values. There is no sense of responsibility or accountability for nature, our environment or even humanity any more. Just baseless religious dogma. Having to say this is pretty awful and just sad, especially as a young person.  😦

I haven’t taken part in any of it in the past four years that I was in India. I always sat inside or on the driveway, watching my family and friends bursting firecrackers, yet refusing to participate. Of course, I never told anyone off or openly voiced my opinions about it because let’s face it: nobody wants to be the party-pooper or rain on everyone’s parade (or in this case their sparklers and chakras and hydrogen bombs and 1000 walas and bijili rockets). But lately, I have realized that standing on the sidelines watching, isn’t really good enough. It is NOT the best I can do. So I want to spread the word around and let everyone know.

“The world will not be destroyed by those who do evil, but by those who watch them without doing anything”-Albert Einstein

Where In The World Am I From?

Whenever someone asks me where I’m from, my immediate response is Chennai! This noisy, humid, beautiful, dirty sweltering and diverse city with its sandy shores, idli sambhar stalls and insane bus drivers has been my home for more than seven years now. Whether I like it or not, this city has definitely grown on me. But of course, most ‘Chennaites’ react to this with raised eyebrows and an expression amounting to “Riiight… so where are you really from?”

They know you are not really from around these parts. They can smell it.

When I proceed to explain that I’m originally from Hyderabad, its all “Ohhh telenguu, like hyderabaaadi biryaaani?” or “ohh reddy garu, so your family are basically like factionists right?”.

Yes that’s right. All I eat is Hyderabadi biryani. Also my family basically goes around in white Sumos wielding hand grenades and terrorizing people (thanks a lot Tollywood). 🙂

Yet even this doesn’t seem to explain my contradicting ‘accent’. So when I explain that I grew up in the US of A then its suddenly “oh..nice.” when really they are thinking “Jeez an NRI(non resident indian); another stuck-up, bratty, clueless foreign return from one of those international schools. Another annoying snob who perpetually goes on about how Starbucks is superior to Coffee Day and complains about everything from the spicy food to the lack of air-conditioned bathrooms yet doesn’t know the difference between chai and chutney. Probably thinks she’s better than everyone else too.”

At which point, the next question is always “Which state in US?”

Well, California (for the most part), to which the reaction is like “ohh, the west coast! Hollywood! So you must go surfing like all the time and meet lots of hollywood stars”

Nope. Not really. I actually have never surfed before. Sorry.

…and Georgia: “I know! Like Hillbillies yaaa’ll (with drawn out Southern accent). Did you ever get mugged by those ‘black Americans’? Isn’t everyone like super racist there?”

No. Just no.

What I began to realize is that it doesn’t matter what I say; It doesn’t matter which corner of this planet I am from. My whole character and personality, my entire identity as an individual will be reduced to some preconceived stereotype. There is literally a stereotype about every single country/state/city in this Earth. No one really escapes from it:

Gujjus: money minded

Punjabi: loud, party and drink a lot

Bengalis: miserly, eat fish

Mallu: coconut oil and banana chips

Tamilian: Enna rascalaa?!

Sri Lankan: pirates

Chinese: kung-fu, noodles. Commies.

Russians: vodka. Also commies

Welsh: Sheep shaggers

English: stiff upper lip, lot of ‘football’

Irish: loud, drink a lot. gingers.

Swiss: banks and cows and chocolate.

Japanese: anime, eat anything that moves.

Australians: ride kangaroos and say things like ‘dunny’, ‘thong’, and ‘barbie’.

Canadians: boring.

Jamaicans: reggae music and weed

Iran: terrorists

etc.

There is no escape.

So.. where in the world am I from?

Well, does it really matter?

Did the universe conspire to define and limit me based on some external factors of the environment in which I was born and raised in? I don’t fit into any stereotypes and I like myself that way! Sure, I’m unique. I’m one of a kind. I got no labels or tags. Should we really be judging people and creating barriers based on some generalized bigoted notion of who they are? How about being a global citizen of this planet instead?

“An individual has not started living until he can rise above the narrow confines of his individualistic concerns to the broader concerns of all humanity.”

— Martin Luther King, Jr.

For the record, I love all my madrasis, mallus, telugus, kannadigas, gujjus, punjabis, bongs, marathis, chinkis, kiwis, aussies, brits, scotts, irish, desis, latinos canucks, frenchies, serbs, ruskies, Africans, hillbillies, yankees,  and everyone in between. ❤