Have you ever felt that you simply do not belong to the century in which you’ve been born?
(Although, I often doubt my planetary origins as well.)
Possible alien pedigree notwithstanding, I have followed the lives and loves of the inhabitants of Downton Abbey to compensate for my closet born-in-the-wrong-era longings.
The wit and wisdom of the characters, doled out with a healthy dollop of sarcasm, is refreshingly honest and oh-so-relatable against a Monseigneur-ish backdrop.
Come Christmas, the curtain is about to fall on the series’ successful six-year run and I’ve wound up some of my favourite quotes, ripostes and witticisms to commemorate the end of the insanely successful period drama.
I know it took me a while to get around to writing this post, but for what its worth here’s the acceptance speech…
Brace yourselves! Here it comes.. (#1)
Greetings, ladies and gentlemen! *Mic screeches*
It’s 2nd October, a Friday morning and I’m twiddling my thumbs at home. Why am I not in office, you may ask? Because on this very day, 146 years ago, Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi entered the world rubicund and squalling (so I would presume)
The only difference with this baby and the rest of.. well.. humanity, is that, years later, he died with a portfolio of work even the United Nations would’ve been proud of (and probably is).
A lot has been said, written and debated about him over the years, but this post is certainly not another birthday card in disguise.
As I mindlessly scrolled through my Facebook feed, I was inundated with articles and digitally enhanced pictures of the quintessential Gandhian spectacles. It made me think of another visionary, much closer to home.