Errors That Are Meant To Be


Errors that are meant to be

Don’t cry over burnt toast!
Stop wondering at its blurred pic
Oops! For this weird lapse
In cooking and clicking.
Perfection gone missing
Dimmed before brightening
Life finished before living

Missed opportunities
All these could-have-beens
Simple phantasmagorias
Mere shadows of their real being
Imperfect clumsy wholes
Unimaginable new shapes
So enigmatic and puzzling!

Cheers to the unplanned blunders
That were meant to be!
Good or bad, let them be…



The above picture is that of a framed hologram that hangs on a wall, and when seen though my dresser’s mirror, this wall-hanging seems to throw all its glowing ingredients outwards as if it is a three-dimensional picture. I tried to capture it via my camera but see the result…

The one below somewhat shows the 3D effect but blurred still, though quaint and unique as it is.



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Now, this post about imperfections was my response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge prompt for this week:  “Oops! ‘Tis the season to revel in photographic (and/or photogenic) disasters.”

This morning…a burnt toast triggered this writing…

Forked Tongue (not mine)


I am hungry
what do I do?
Cook my food
and relish my meal
or sit watch others enjoy?

I wanna dance
my feet are tapping
Can I be happy
just looking at the crowd
go hyper mad and wild?

Words in my mind
run haywire
Do I pen them down
or just be content
to read what others write?

I‘ve decided!!!
I’ll wear my shoes
and go for a walk
Not sit near the window
while the joggers pass me by


My poem was in response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Morton’s Fork.”:

If you had to choose between being able to write a blog (but not read others’) and being able to read others’ blogs (but not write your own), which would you pick? Why?


What is Morton’s Fork?  Read here
Morton’s Fork is a logical dilemma in which a person faces two equally bad options.
Between devil and the deep sea.

But Reading vs Writing…aren’t both these supposed to be equally good options??

© Alka Girdhar 2015

Delightful Chains

 Brooding monkey..expressing herself via solemn gestures
express myself through my pictures, poems and words

Dancing Monkey

Dancer Monkey

She’s all posed up for her next public dance
Just waiting for her master’s next command
Her life is in chains, now the chains she enjoys
Because no other life she has ever known 

I encountered this monkey many years ago in my native country.

Monkey Dance Shows are almost banned now, thanks to animals rights activists. But having closely observed their gestures, the way these monkeys obediently follow their master’s  instructions and keep everyone, including themselves, amused…a thought came into my mind as I replied to this photo challenge.

That we all are like these monkeys…enslaved by other humans like us. Whether it is too much love for other humans that makes us weak…or it is our bias or contempt for anyone who is not one of ‘us’…both strong emotions bind and chain our hearts rather than liberating us for higher goals in life.

We are also slaves of our own bad habits – totally controlled by our addictions, laziness, lying, arrogance and what not.  A simple tea addiction often ruins my day.

Thirdly, we all have circumstances and environment beyond our control that restrict us, and define our behaviour and our personalities for so long that we lose our real identity…and we ourselves start believing in, even appreciating this half-life we are living.

So yes…in all the above three cases, we are unable to break off the shackles created by forces outside or inside us, and as a result we do not live the life we were supposed to live.
We can’t break the barriers as we are afraid of something…we don’t know what will happen if….say…we step out of our comfort zone.

Therefore, we are no different from monkeys dancing to the tune of others…

Like this monkey we too have been chained by one of the above factors for so long that we haven’t known any other life…so we pretend to be happy in our situation. It suits us to consider it a delightful chain…

Now that was a lot of sermonising for a photo challenge.
Relax!!!  Breathe in…

Let God be the only master, who makes us dance to His/Her tune.
For when He decides we can’t avoid….that’s for sure.

In response to The Daily Post’s weekly photo challenge: “Express Yourself.”

© All rights reserved 2015

Skill Search to Express Myself

I write often…more so lately.  But I hesitate to call myself a writer.

To me, writing comes as a way of expressing what I am thinking at a particular moment. And this random writing is not a skill, or is it? A planned organized writing of a book would be different thing.  Probably I was not born with writing skills but these developed accidentally by way of being good in various languages.

One type of skill would be some hidden ability that I was born with, that I remained more or less unaware of till some awkward moment when this talent just couldn’t contain itself, it burst out as it was dying to come out.

There is one such dormant skill that I have is – dancing.  Besides occasional dancing at family weddings, all I have ever danced is at my school functions long time ago.  But we never took it as a skill rather thought it all as merely a part of schooling.  Dancing thus ranks low in my long list of could-have-been-developed skills. And yet it keeps showing its face whenever and wherever it can. It is other people who remind me that I do have it in me.

I am reminded of one such occasion.  Long time ago after I just came to Australia I attended a short college course, doing very well in academics thus building a reputation of being a quiet and serious student.  At the end-of-year party, to everyone’s surprise I danced as if there was no one around me.  People were left open-mouthed in surprise and I ended up getting an award of ”Closet Party Girl – who dances very well”. I was embarrassed at this recognition as I had not done anything special from my side but others thought differently. It’s a different issue that soon my skill again went back to its closet.

Thus we see, discreet talents are like a diamond that cannot hide the shine that it is born with. Somebody or the other will notice it in us.

Till now I mentioned about skills that are hidden, skills that people themselves are more or less oblivious to.  Another kind of skill awareness (or lack of it) is when you do not have much inborn talent in a particular field but you think you have and are adamant to prove yourself – come what may.

We see this overconfidence in shows like “Australia’s got talent”  (replace with America, India and whatever country these are held in).   Participants come prepared, have possibly trained themselves for months after which they give their best shot in these competitive shows.  And yet, in their very first performance they are told by veteran judges, “Who told you to come here?”.  Participants start crying and even beg.  Amusing unrealistic misconceptions about their talents they have.  Not just in such shows but in real life we see performers in every field, who do what they want even if they just can’t.  But that’s the spirit!!!
Only thing is, each person is born with unique set of talents and skills. And it is essential to realistically identify those skills rather than chasing a rainbow.

Besides these two kinds, the third category of skills are neither the undiscovered talents nor self-delusionary non-existent non-skills.

The third skill type are the inborn authentic talents that we very much become aware of at an early age.  Our parents or teachers notice them as we grow up, and most of us do take care of these skills by training ourselves in some manner but gradually they become a hobby because our priorities are with the more serious career issues.
They are actually our inner calling but they take a back seat. They are our gifts from nature that are neglected.  But like in any other successful career goals, our talents and skills too need focus, hard work and mastering and covering the loop holes if any.

For me, singing as well as instrumental music falls in this third category.  I would like to catch up with my music skills. I heartily wish to begin practicing classical music notes that I learnt long time ago and move on from there towards some sort of perfection that I would have attained long time ago, had I not treated music as something secondary.

In these coming months, I want to see myself singing, standing on some stage in front of audience.
Ok, let it be coming years.
Gone again?  Not this time.
However, wonder if I got mixed up between a talent and a skill?

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As you can see from my writing style, I wrote this post soon after I joined WordPress. It was in response to The Daily Post’s previous prompt: “I Got Skills.” and later felt it is somewhat related to Practice Makes Perfect? 

Writing, music, dancing…these are my skills I regularly need to express myself

Thanks for reading!