Baseless rants, Books, bric-a-brac, Frivolously Yours, Growing pains, Music

An anklet and some heroes

So I got all started on a new section – bric-a-brac cabinet to show off some knick-knack I deem precious and cool. And yet again I failed to make it past one post. Lugging this heavy failure around, beaten and pummeled by laziness, I have now risen from the ashes to write a post under That Was The Week That Was ( twtwtw, if you will).

Please be kind.

Where I live, a week consists of roughly 12-20 days. I live in Omicron Persei 8. And nothing worth writing a post about happened the last week. Although one could say that the kolusu incident deserves a significant mention.

I was on the train the other day when this gypsy trinkets seller charmed me into buying a pair of seed-bead anklets. Now, I am not an anklets person but they were so dainty and I just wanted to have them. So, I bought a pair. YAY! Look how pretty they are on me.

But that is not the end of the story. The anklet doesn’t have a hook mechanism, but the gypsy had deftly slid it up my foot. My brain was probably on stand by coz I did not for a minute think how I would remove it at the end of the day. And when said end of day arrived, I couldn’t remove it – No surprises there. The only way to get it off was to cut it. But it looked so pretty and I did not want to do that. It was the effort of a poor and industrious gypsy woman and I did not want to snip that labour into shreds. (But I also kinda think she cheated me, and I should have bargained).

It has been a week now and I am still wearing it. I wear it to work. I wear it when I am sleeping. Yeah, I like that it is hippie. I like hippie. But my love for it is slowly turning cold now. I am no longer excited about it. Of course, When i am on the toilet seat and there is nothing else to do, I stare at my foot and admire it. But there is only so much quality time one can dedicate to a well meaning anklet. I feel like it is now drawing unsolicited attentions and some feeble giggles at work. I also think that when I walk to the food counter everyone is pointing to my anklet and engaging in very animated conversations. I want to cut it off but I also don’t want to. I want to wait a month before I do. So, whenever I am walking about at work, I pray to the seed bead deities to get the ones on my ankle to scurry and hide inside my salwar. But isn’t is like the job description of gods to not answer prayers? Maybe I will cut it tomorrow.

I watched the movie Hidden Figures yesterday. An outstanding film I would say. It is a beautiful story about the forgotten women who contributed immensely in turning men into heroes during the space race. That they had to face so many daunting challenges and yet be able to deliver is a real inspiration. It is equally sad that they were so easily forgotten, hidden under all the bling & show, and eventually faded out of memory. I think these women were heroes themselves. I feel happy-proud of them. Very happy, very proud.

Incidentally, I was reading Neither Here Nor There, a hilarious book by Bill Bryson on his travels in Europe. The book is legit funny. There is one place in the book where it gets warm and touching. Outside of this, it is very funny and you should read it.

In chapter 8, there was this passage that tugged at my heartstrings.

Afterwards I strolled on to the Anne Frank House on Prinsengracht. It was packed, but moving none the less. Eight people spent three years hiding in a secret flat above Otto Frank’s spice business, and now an endless line of visitors shuffles through it every day, to see the famous bookcase that hid the secret entrance and the five rooms in which they lived. The tragic part is that when the Franks and their companions were anonymously betrayed and finally captured in August 1944, the Allies were on the brink of liberating Holland. A few more weeks and they would have been saved. As it was, seven of the eight died in concentration camps. Only Anne’s father survived.

The Anne Frank museum is excellent at conveying the horror of what happened to the Jews, but it is a shame that it appears not to give even a passing mention to the Dutch people who risked their own lives in helping the Franks and others like them. Miep Gies, Otto Frank’s secretary, had to find food each day for eight people, as well as herself and her husband, for three years at a time of the strictest rationing. It must have been extremely trying, not to mention risky. Yet this was hardly a rare act: twenty thousand people in Holland sheltered Jews during the war at considerable peril to themselves. They deserve to be remembered too.

As much as Glenn Powell and Katherine Johnson were heroes, so were Frank’s secretary and his family. Right? I am proud of them too. But kinda sad-proud.
Too many unsung heroes. Way too many.

Anyway, I shall stop right here. No, I will stop right after telling you what I have been listening to too many times this week

Bruce Springsteen – If I Should Fall Behind

Go on, love it.

Frivolously yours,
I remain


Baseless rants, Books, Frivolously Yours, Music

Frivolously Yours,

First post of this year.
Every January I resolve to write more, better (read : less crappy) and frequently. But if it has taken me 29 days to write the first post then.. you do the math. Oh also, I have no idea what this post is going to be about So I’m just gonna wing it.
I think I need to blog frequently at least so I remember the wordpress password. I had to reset it again today.
Things have just been the same but yeah I finished 3 books already. Yeah I still love crime/thriller fiction like I am a stupid 20 y/o. And that is what I started the year with.
I read Jo Nesbo’s THE SNOWMAN. and Boy did I love it. I stayed awake till 3 in the night/morming reading it coz you know – Murder mysteries.

Goodreads link : The Snowman – Jo Nesbo

I also read Hugh Laurie’s THE GUN SELLER. It is an okay book. I wouldn’t say great because pretty much through the entire read, you are in this state where you are unsure if it is an amusing book or a thriller. Because it is funny! Come on, it is Dr. House for Pete’s sake. (Notice not taking the name of the Lord in vain here)
So Maybe House, sorry Laurie, tries to add a little too much humour that it kinda dilutes the thrill. Quite a handful of names to remember, but it was a good read overall.

The Gun Seller – Hugh Laurie

Weirdly, the third book was also a thriller. I don’t even know why I picked it up to read. Yes, I shamelessly admit that my James Bond knowledge & exposure is only limited to the movies and I have never read an Ian Fleming. But I love James Bond. I truly believe that James Bond & SpiderMan are the only two people who should be allowed to board a running train. No, not even Superman or Shah Rukh Khan. Ah, what am I saying. Superman aka Shah Rukh Khan.
So, the story is this. I picked up Anthony Horowitz’s ArkAngel. I think I would have loved it if I were a 15 y/o gal. But this 31 y/o brain & body I am trapped inside – Not really.

Ark Angel – Anthony Horowitz

On the flip side, I have been crocheting. At a glacial pace. Coz Come on, I still have like 40 more years to finish a coaster! I am doing these V-stitch Granny squares and crocheting them together into one piece – hopefully before I die.
Speaking of Grannies, I think the ones that invented these squares had really great bones. My fingers already ache so much after knitting say about 1.5 pieces of square(s) per week. But let me just brag by posting this picture.

And listen to this

mashup : Neha Kakkar – Mashup

This is on repeat right now.

Night. I remain, Frivolously yours, pH.

Books, Frivolously Yours, Grumpy Girl Chronicles, Music

Frivolously Yours, That Was The Week That Was

So the last fortnight saw, no, I couldn’t say a burst, perhaps a sliver of Spring. My roses started blooming in bunches. The Gundu Malli began to tassel out. I am super glad that the Red Oleander cutting is shooting up leaves in all directions. Super glad, because in the last 2 years and 8-9 trials, this is the first time an Oleander cutting has rooted for me.

I am also planning to pot native flowers. I have the blue and the white Pigeonwings, yellow and red Kanakambarams, lilac/purple and magenta December Flowers scattered in the backyard.  I will need to get them organized. It is weird (and sad) that my week’s worth of blog entry is just gardening update.  But then, I at least have something to talk about.

So,otherwise, when my hands weren’t dirty, I was reading Ngaio Marsh‘s Death in a White Tie. I always wanted to read her books, Queens of crime and all that. I do not remember why I chose to buy the seventh Alleyn novel instead of the first. Oh, I should say it was too good. I am gonna do the whole series. You should too.

I was also weaving in and out of The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. It has long been on my To-Read list and I will finish it by this week.

Also, I watched this 1972 movie Sleuth. I think I really really liked it.

I maybe 4 years late to listen to La La La – Naughty Boy ft. Sam Smith, But there you go, I admit it –  I am hooked to it. I found the “la la na na na… ” part so funny. It sounds like some 60’s Hindi filmi song prelude to a courtship dance or something. I thought it was so amusing and so funny that I started listening to it just so I could laugh out loud, and now I enjoy listening to it 4-5 times each day. It is now like my go to music for neck stretches.

And, song reco for the week to come: Let’s Be Still – The Head and the Heart.

So, that was most of the week that was…
Filled with petty little things,
And small bunches of spring.

I remain,
Frivolosuly yours,


Books, Frivolously Yours, Music

Frivolously Yours, That was the week that was.

New Column: That was the week that was.

From  a political perspective, the last 2 weeks was like an adventure park trip for Tamil Nadu. News was the most watched TV program, Political memes were the most shared topics of social media. So much hustle!

And amidst the chaos, I spent my life one day at a time, in tedium and monotony. There was no hustle. Hardly anything happened.

However, the prime points of the fortnight, for my reference later and for the bored reader who made it till this line – Here I go.

  1. After the craving for old English setting storylines passed, I wanted to read something light and settled on Caroline Lawrence‘s Pirates of Pompeii. I liked how it did not demand remembering names and places, or knitting the eyebrows in concentration. It appealed to my mellow state of mind and I liked that. Now, I have decided that after every 3rd book, I am going to read a children’s book.
  2. After the Pirates, it was time to get back to being an adult and I started with “The Cup of Ghosts” by Paul C. Doherty. It is the first in the Mathilde of Westminster series. The only other PC Doherty book I have read is Nightshade – 16th book in the Hugh Corbett series. But it was a long while back, 2010 I suppose. I think that was what inspired me to read Historical mysteries. I think I need to complete at least one full series.
  3. The internet was having mood swings the last 2 months, what with Vardah, telephone cable repair work, etc. Now it is all fixed and I can use the internet unhindered. So I signed up for the Amazon Prime trial membership and have been digging Mozart of the Jungle. It is fun. S1E2 led me to this really nice song that I want to listen like forever and dance too! Aleh Ferreira‘s Pra nao parar de samba. I love it.
  4. There is another song that I have been listening to on repeat. Kannan Vandhu Paaduginran. Ilaiyaraaja magic.

Have a good week, y’all!!

I remain,

Frivolously Yours,


Baseless rants, Books, Frivolously Yours, Music

Frivolously Yours,

The first time I read Erich Segal’s Acts of Faith was almost 5 – 6 years back.  Just finished re-reading it. Okay, in the end it is the usual happily-ever-after, but what makes it compelling is the beautiful twists that you find in almost every chapter. Love the book, just totally do.

Acts of defiance… Acts of love… Acts of faith.

Moving on from sappiness, I just got my hands full – literally. If you want  to see why, here.

Wimpy All the way… Eee Haw!

And am incessantly listening to ‘The Scientist’ by ColdPlay.

So, then, So long.

I remain, as ever, yours frivolously.

Books, Faith

Piercing The Darkness

I just finished Frank Peretti’s ‘Piercing The Darkness‘.

This Present Darkness
This Present Darkness

I had read This Present Darkness some two – three years back. Oh Boy, I loved it. It is a great book. The power of prayer, the mighty angels, the glorious hand of God. Amazing! Totally loved it.

Piercing The Darkness
Piercing The Darkness

I honestly don’t know why I took so long to read the second. Piercing the Darkness is just cool.  It is the story of a Sally Roe – a recluse and ex-con… The mysterious attempt on her life, the church and school at Bacon’s Corner, the link between Sally’s past and the little town’s future.

And guess what, Marshall Hogan from the first book also comes to Bacon’s Corner’s help. Plus Sally Roe gets to go to Ashton and meet some of our old friends there!

It is really a nice plot. And to top all that, my favorite characters – Tal, Guilo, Nathan and the host of heaven. Love, love, love them!

If you haven’t read them yet, I think you just have to. And now.

Books, Faith, God

His.. Faithfully or however.

I am reposting some of the blogspot posts I’ve had written some / a long time back. This one was written August 3, 2009. You can find the others at ( though I really cannot come up with a reason why you should.)


You really might want to read this. Thanks to BeyondMadness’ grandpa, who had preserved this book – “Sermons in Solitary Confinement” by Richard Wurmbrand. You might have heard about, read about / of him, the pastor who started the Voice of the Martyrs.

Sermons in Solitary Confinement, Richard Wurmbrand

I chanced to read just a few sermons from the book and I need say, they were really deep.
This, in the preface, almost cut right through. Go ahead.

Accept your thoughts of despair and of faith, your doubts and their solution, your moments of madness and their passing away. Allow it all to happen to you. You might imagine that you are thinking. In fact, you are being thought. You may be an experiment for angels. You may be the object of a bet between God and satan, like Job. Be determined only to cling to God, even if He slays you, even if He slays your faith. If you lose your faith, then remain faithlessly His.
If all the fruits of the spirit disappear, and you remain a barren tree with only leaves, remember that leaves also have a purpose. Under their shadow, the fruitful ones may rest in the embrace of their divine lover. Leaves are used by the bride to make a garland for her beloved. Leaves are changed into healing medicines. And even when the leaves become yellow and fall withered to the ground, they can form a beautiful carpet on which He will walk toward those who, unlike you, have remained faithful to the end.