The Wise Old Man

Spring is approaching fast and we have decided to take off half an hour earlier during a brief break, at the midway hut on a bright morning. It was very pleasant and we had abandoned the layers of winter clothing for a normal golf shirt. We were discussing how winter has left us for the season, when an old golfer, who still had his jacket on, intervened, 

“Not before March.” he pauses before speaking again, 

“This is Punjab, boys. Any change in weather uphill can chill it here anytime.”  We got up laughing, cunningly thinking this old man had had it. 

The next morning I didn’t bother to check the weather app, dressed in beautiful spring attire, and stepped out to the porch. I was amazed to see a densely foggy and chilly morning waiting for me outside. I returned immediately to grab a pullover. I got my sunglasses off and started driving towards the golf club.  

The visibility was low, the fog was increasing as I was nearing the golf course. There was less than usual traffic on the road. And as I was traveling to my destination, I suddenly remembered the words of the old golfer at the midway hut yesterday. Of course weather, people, conditions, and moods are very undependable. They can change at any time. One should always keep a pullover of tolerance handy when dealing with such weather, people, conditions, and moods. 

The lesson here is that one should not laugh off the advice of the older generation. They have seen more of the world than we have. They are well-informed about the changes Earth goes through because they have taken the time to see it happen. They may not know how to deal with the ever-changing technology but they know much more about life and its wings. Not all wings are for flying, some of them are merely to protect and decorate. Life is a bird that needs those wings of wisdom more than anything else. Some wings help you fly your body, others help you in mental flight. Flapping both of these wings in coherence matters the most. 

The fogginess of ignorance is damaging to anyone it touches. One must take into account people who have already walked through that mystifying mist. This is such a mist that does not see the sun. It is a twilight that lasts with us till the grave. One must learn to acknowledge that the future is only sustainable when we learn from our past.  

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The Fog

February is a month that abandons the cold and welcomes the warmth, festivities and freshness into the Punjab air. Spring is a glowing season but amber dominates February. Yellow is a celebration color of this time of the year. Marigold, chrysanthemum, gutta-percha, the wild sodom apple, bindweed and the king of flowers, rose of all colors embellish the streets of the city of gardens, Lahore. Villages around here offer mustard flowers as far as the eye can see. 

The skies are adorned by the kites of Bassant and on the ground, streetside dining facilities become crowded. People love to sit in lawns and yellow oranges of all kinds hegemonize the outdoor tables. Yellow sunlight warms the atmosphere asking people to take off their winter clothings layer by layer. Though this month is usually yellow in this region, this time it’s different. This February is engulfed in haziness and mistiness. The fog persists on staying this winter, overstaying its welcome. 

The early birds, like me, are the serious casualties of fog. In visibility 100 yards or less, playing golf seems impossible. Some enthusiasts dare to venture through such conditions, we were one of them this morning. It was more mystic than my cloudy brain. I would call it double blind. Caddies at the Royal Palm GCC were quite trained to locate and follow golf balls in fog. They can point the pin through dense fog. Their skill is remarkable and I heartily applaud their efforts. They know Royal Palm Golf Course like they know the back of their hands. 

Misty morning by Bob Marley 

Playing in fog is hide and seek game. Members of your flight can become invisible any time and reappear at once from anywhere. It is like chasing ghosts, both thrilling and bewildering. But I enjoyed the challenge fog brought to this game I love. It became more of a mind game, a virtual round. I was playing on an imagined pin and towards an envisioned direction. I made two pars, four boggles and three doubles. Better than the usual. 

What is Trust (Tawakul)-(توکل)? It means to have blind faith. I discovered this conviction in the unseen through this foggy round of golf. I understood the workings of this kind of belief. How religions that believe in the unseen God function. How it feels to have faith in an unseeable divinity. If we are unable to see something, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. My inability to see through golf cannot deny the standing pin on the greens, the sitting bunkers, or the water hazards. 

So much more exists beyond the reach of the eye and approach of the mind. Just look at the universe; just because we haven’t discovered it all or understand it all, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. There are literally billions of worlds out there. Fog of illiteracy, avarice, myopia, and superstitions impair our vision. Once the sun of faith and moon of enlightenment shines, this fog disappears and we begin to see beyond our eyes. 

When we hit the ball in fog, we have trust in our swings. We believe that the ball will land at the proper place. The caddie has faith in his expertise and his mind sees the ball taking off to a certain direction. He knows where it will end up. This brings in faith, trust, and belief into this life-like game. The mist mystifies the sport but ultimately embraces it. 

The sunlight, fog, cloud, the flower, bush, jungle, the clay, ditch, and dunes, the sand, beach, and the river: all have a meaningful existence. It does not matter how insignificant it is, everything around us serves some purpose. Some things end up in plates and some things take bites. Some things provide and some things consume. Today, fog gives me a trip into the oasis of mysticism while most of the city is cursing it in frustration. If we learn to cherish our experience in this universe, everything begins to please us. Our heart begins to sing to the tunes of togetherness of the universe. 

“Love calls – everywhere and always. We are sky bound. Are you coming?

Rumi

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The Floating Bubble

Inspired by Soni Cool.

A bubble may be a delicate little object but it symbolizes a mighty element: the existence. Like a bubble, life exists for a brief period. They gloat, bloat and float only to disappear in air to feed the blankness of nothingness: the nonexistence.  

When one sets their eyes on a bubble, it is so tempting to hold it and preserve it forever. But alas, it is too delicate to be held. In fact, it can disintegrate at the slightest heavy hand. Bubbles can sit on palms but can not be held in them. Their brief existence is their essence and in their fragility lies their power. Existence is the proof of presence. The presence is the only evidence of absence. The void of the universe only glitters with the light of existence. And a bubble is one of the precious little pieces of presence. 

I got the picture above from WordPress. I am a follower of an account called Soni’s Thoughts, which posted this picture titled “A Thought”. These beautiful stanzas add a whole new chapter in my cerebral library. 

Inspired by those phrases, I hereby solemnly declare that I forgive all of them who have hurt me in any way. I forget all the mistreatment given to me by anyone. I let go all the grievances I hold and I throw all the grudges away. I want to blow the bubbles of my life with love and I don’t want to suffocate it with hate and sorrow. I set free my mind from chains of negativity. I want to drain the pool of all sorts of bad intentions. I will follow freedom and I will tread on the path of love. 

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”

Rumi 

We read hundreds of pages and try to accumulate all the knowledge that exists in the universe and hope that it moves us. But sometimes, one short stanza floods our soul with joy and fulfillment. There is no doubt that anything written with a pen of sincerity and ink of truth can walk straight into a heart. It can kindle a dark portion of the mind and illuminate it forever. The light of some words can change our way of thinking. Words sometimes guide us out from the ditches of despair and lead us to the highway of hope. The power of words makes some books sacred. Sanctity of some words make the narrators holy. Words inspire people to sacrifice their lives for a cause and they can cause a cowardly heart to surrender. A prayer is also words that soar to the skies and bring them down. Words are colorless but they can change colors of our destiny. Poetry is words spoken in sequence, so are the words in the above abstract. Soni’s words made me compare my life with a bubble flying over the lake of time, on the horizon of the cosmos. Wisdom can reside anywhere: at the Bibliotheca Alexandrina or in a soap and water mixture. It is up to us to find it. 

The universe has entrusted us with the gift of life temporarily, only to hand it over to representatives of death at a certain stage. Our stay on this earth is nothing but a bubble. Once this reality becomes clear to us, we can begin to tend to life tenderly. We can not keep on riding the horse of hatred and despair anymore. They say life is too short to live. Once we learn how we should live, it comes to an end. The sooner we come to terms with this temporary world, the better it is for our own welfare. 

Life is a highway. Rascal Flatts “Cars”

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Fast Fires

Not all that burns is fire. Some burn in love and some burn in hate. Some burn in desire, while some burn in despair. Some burn in a relationship and some burn in separation. Some burn in success and some burn in failure. Some burn in jealousy, while some burn in flattery. Some burn in desolation and some burn in determination. The fire always breaks the routine. It creates commotion and remakes the world. 

Oceans swim peacefully, sit idle, and freeze in time at different moments. It is the rhythm of the moon that invites them to dance. It is the fire of the sun that evaporates parts of them to become clouds. The breeze flies smoothly and makes melodies of harmony. It’s the scorching fireball above the skies that converts it into storms and tornadoes. The seed trunks out of the ground in search of the heat. Earth itself spins and rotates around the sun to keep warm. It is the touch of the fire that makes raw meat a steak. 

Fire of love Gabriela Anders

I wonder that while nature appreciates heat and warmth, what is happening to our hearts? They are getting colder and colder in the icy waters of greed and pragmatism. 

There is nothing wrong with the fire or the flame. Rather the lack of fire, absence of heat, and lightless hearts in our chests are a matter of serious concern. It is alarming that the glaciers of characterlessness are growing in size around us. Ironically while global warming is on the rise. We are seeing the world’s most advanced civilizations fighting over the color of their skin, ethnicity, and religion. People who intend to make other planets their home are unable to live in harmony on their own. Our trust in science has solved many mysteries of extreme importance yet it has failed us on  prime social issues. It is unweaving the fragile fabric of our society and resultantly nations are returning to the era of color and creed discrimination. The lessons that were learned from the two world wars in the recent past have dimmed now diminishing the slogans that ask for equality and human rights. 

The temperature of hate and abhorrence is again on the rise. People’s faith in the long term good is shrinking because they seek instant rewards. They want the immediate returns of empathy, goodwill, good deeds, and piety. In the age of quicker communication, instant coffee, and fast food they want skies to respond to an act of kindness immediately. They no longer have the patience to do things for life in the heavens. They want the heavens to descend into their bedrooms. Today’s human being is burning in the flame of instantness. The craze of becoming rich overnight, the craving for getting everything done at once is a common phenomenon. The thrust of newer models of their electric gadgets is unquenchable. They form lines before the Apple store and other such outlets to get a newer phone before anyone else gets to it.

No one believes in seasoning anymore. We want the most important life-saving drugs like vaccines here and now, without waiting for test trials. Such hurriedness is the main source of impatience, short tempers, stress, anxiety, insobriety, insomnia, etc. The people of today don’t speak to the person sitting next to them while they are glued to their phones to get more likes on their social media posts. They play football online sitting on a chair. They are trying to bury themselves in the grave of virtual reality in pursuit of their escape from the actual reality. 

“Virtual reality is a self-created form of chosen reality. Therefore it exists.”

Joan Lowery Nixon

In short, scientific progress has served humans in a lot of ways. It also has changed their lifestyle manifold. We must keep a balance between the comforts of progress and the stresses and burdens of modern society. All of us can desire to have elite homes, private jets, luxury yachts, and sports cars but cannot have them. In pursuit of such life, we should not become the fuel of the industrialized and advanced world. Everyone deserves to live in it with all human rights. Everyone has a right to the basic needs of life. A great society must provide that atmosphere. Maybe on our journey to take over the galaxies, we can stop and overcome the issues that plague our world. 

“Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.”

Rumi

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A Long Trip Home

Nothing beats great tunes, in a comfortable car, at an empty motorway, on a shining morning, under an open sunroof and a drive towards the home town. Especially when a chauffeur is driving and I am cuddled in the back seat with the remote of the car stereo in my hand. I am lost in a Punjabi folk song that shifts my mood and stirs my soul. 

“Friends are losing friends”

Arif Lohar 

We were raised in a culture where friendship was as dear as blood relations, sometimes even more than that. Friends shared happiness, sorrow, hardships, and victories. They fought the fights for one another. They offered shoulders for a friend’s burden. We made friends within the extended family, in neighborhoods, in schools, and in colleges. As we stepped into practical life, we started trading those friends with colleagues, acquaintances, and new relatives. Our preferences changed. We started using our time efficiently. Our schedule began to bend to our responsibilities, feathering away from our hearts and passions. And somewhere between all of that, we began to follow greed instead of love.

Unbeknownst to us, we had “matured”. We had replaced conversations of sweet nothings with our new business plans. I wonder, does maturity mean losing innocence and becoming self-centered? 

After leaving college, life gradually becomes like a tied horse that pulls the cart of family life. An existence bursting at the seams with bills, mortgages, feels, and other allied circus roles. We begin to live merely to make our ends meet. Those of us who go beyond that to achieve luxury-living further get lost in a pool of extensive hard work on the job and in their business. Poor, rich, or mediocre family life has its own demands and time is the biggest of all of them.  

No ceiling, Eddie Vedder

We find no time for ourselves and tend to stay away from true friends. When we occasionally see them here and there, we throw a stone-like “Hello” and dry “How are you?” on each other. Our meaningless replies, “I am good, and you?”, drift us apart even more. The days spent with belly-aching laughs and shenanigans seem so distant, almost as if they existed in another life. Then we begin to lose them in the circus of our daily routines. They say, “hidden from the eye is lost from the heart.”

The undeniable truth is that those who have once resided within the realm of your heart can never be erased. It doesn’t matter if that relationship ended on a sour note, hearts never forget their dwellers. You can hate them from the deep pit of your stomach, but their memories are locked in your cerebral matter. In the vast universe of your being, live all those you have loved and continue to love. And there are always days when the locked away memories sneak up on you, so crystal clear as if within reach. In such pictures, you see your hometown in the background. 

This song has stirred up a whole movie before my eyes. I could not resist such nostalgia for my first home and I decided to spend a night there. I have major business interests, a beautiful house, and an agriculture farm in my native town yet coronavirus and business activities in other cities have kept me away from my native soil. I asked my chauffeur to take me straight to the place my heart is leading. And what better than a cherished reunion with the homeboys over a round of golf?

“I knocked and the door opened, but I found that I’d been knocking from the inside.”

Rumi 

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The Essence

“Your own essence is your wealth.”

Rumi. 

If you look closely, you can see the intricacy of the world. In the great game of nature, everything has a purpose and we certainly have one of our own. Where the snow carries a cloud inside, and the sun burns in its own flame. The sea longs for drinking water, clouds cry to walk on the soil, gold loves a pretty neck, bread awaits the hungry. Where love searches for pure hearts and fragrances like sensational noses. Hay does not bear fruit. Plastic flowers have no scent and blank papers don’t make books, greed has no limits and time doesn’t stop. What stops is a heart and breath comes no more. Clouds drain out and a day reaches its end.  The sweet smells are brief and the odor lasts longer. Wind shifts directions and highways change routes. Paths take turns and birds make dives. Fish gulps fish and time devours life. Pilots fly planes and helms steer ships. Deers run fast and turtles crawl slow. The bells summon the faithful and the lighthouse guides marines. Ink is a liquid but a pen makes it meaningful. Deserts are dry and barren but they help form clouds. Is it all a great design? If so, what is in it for me? Why am I running the routine?

Fantasy is sketchy but it opens minds. The wish boat seldom floats. The berms of the river of reality are thin and thorny. They are sweaty and slippery. Its waves need flaps of determination and rowing with the will. Wishing alone isn’t enough. Dreams come true through hard work. I wonder if I am wishing or working?

I work hard to have money and to enjoy its perks. But I can’t help but wonder, am I here to feed my bank account? Am I here to fatten my wallet? Am I leading a life that makes a profit? Is that the real wealth that sits in my bank account or is love the true currency? I may be running after the wrong notes. I know money makes the mare go. But where is the filly going? Are we riding the right horse? 

I am a material girl

Madonna 

It is no secret that humans of the present era are completely galvanized by materialism. Our standards of success, glory, and nobility are measured by our finances and earnings. Commercialism has taken deep roots in our lives. We have daggered our souls and spirits with the respective regional currencies. Today’s humans gallop into gyms and beauty salons to shape their physical appearances. They have become fashion freaks. Nothing wrong with being healthy, toned, and looking presentable. But are good looks everything? Shouldn’t people divert their attention to character development and soul searching? Capitalism has done a great service to human progress. Logically, capital has transformed human behavior, converting it into an instrument of a great profit-making establishment. Nothing indecent about making some bucks. But when do we draw the line? 

No doubt we need money, but how much is enough? Humans are complicated beings that are assembled with many parts, material security being a prime one. Though is a fundamental right of each and every living being, is it everything? We are living in a world, where all essential material that we need for our basic survival is being manipulated by commercial entities that are designed to control and command us. It is clear beyond doubts that we must work, we must earn and we must contribute. Are we made to do that roped by the web of economic dragons? We aren’t machines, we are human beings. The best of all the other living beings. We are known for our critical and creative thinking, communication, chivalry, civility, caring, and collaboration. Decency, empathy, sharing, sacrifice, and responsibility are our true ingredients. Should we ignore and disregard our souls for petty material gains? Not at all. We have been nourishing our bodies without compromising our souls from the beginning. We will keep on doing so. The chain of today’s commerce is nothing but a modern cage. We will curb this materialism before it detains us. We have been enslaved before, we learn sooner or later how to untrap. Humans will sink even the most powerful Pharaohs in the Niles of their freedom, doesn’t matter whatever form they adopt. Ours is a free spirit and free it remains. Hope we can remember that when we look at the grand design of the world and the part we choose to play in it. 

“What’s ‘worldly stuff’ you ask?

Well, it’s not goods and merchandise, money, wife and children.

It’s rather being out of touch with our true nature.

Water inside the boat sinks it. Water underneath the boat supports it.”

Rumi 

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A Great Detour

“We carry inside us the wonders we seek outside us.”

Rumi

As I fly across the Atlantic to reach a corner of the earth near Cape Cod, I think about the forefathers who migrated from Europe and made this point their home. They had no idea that they were sowing the seed of the world’s most scientific and advanced civilization. Then I think about my forefathers and what they would have thought about this freezing town that I call my second home. Swansea is a small picturesque town on the mouth of Mount Hope Bay, an arm of Narragansett Bay. This land is a bistate junction of Rhode Island and Massachusetts shores. Taunton river offers a great length of its western bank to these intermingled villages. The spillover of this waterway is a favorite destination of many sorts of cold weather migratory birds like Anas ducks.

 It is home to wildlife like beavers, bobcats, coyotes, fish, foxes, bears, raccoons, skunks, woodchucks, and White-tailed deers. They roam here as an exemplary example of the peaceful coexistence with the human dwellers. Along with some kind people, my neighbors include swans, turkeys, squirrels, and rabbits. They paint this picturesque town beautifully and add to the ambiance of the neighborhood. 

On the eve of this New Year, a few lines from the book of my wandering destiny, bring me to this small village in Massachusetts. Which is like something out of a fairytale. Big Apple or other big cities like Lahore are having virtual celebrations because of the safe distance protocol. Plus seasoning in age has taught me subtle meanings of festivity. The crowd charms the pompous and show off attracts the arrogant. The mature prefer modesty. Humility provides calm. I think the invasion of coronavirus has helped most of us to sagacity.

The Christmas and New Year celebrations are angelic and decent in these towns. Just like the residents are sincere and simple, so are their festivities. They are sweeter than candy cane and warmer than New Year treats. They decorate their houses, churches, and shops with lights and season’s greetings banners. They open them for extended families, friends, and neighbors. In this individualistic society, it is a great illustration of communal care, love, and faith, in God and in each other. It seems as if residents of these country roads have discovered that living peacefully, in the countryside, matters much more than hasty urban lifestyles in cluster housings and multi-story buildings. Their driving etiquettes display their inner calm. The lawns, symmetry of picket fences, arrangements of flower beds, and decorated mailboxes tell a tale of their soulful lifestyle. 

The tranquility, patience, mellowness, stability, cleanliness, and unalloyed natural surroundings make this area seem like an Impressionist painting. The speed of time in this rural area is so aligned to the moon and stars that they seem like a choir performing on a Sunday morning. These towns sleep early to wake up with the rising sun. Although the sun itself emerges here at leisure. That’s why this territory is called New England. I am already a great fan of western urban development, but it cannot compete with the rural calm. Perhaps what impresses me most is that country folks are genuine and industrious. Their words have meanings and their walks have a purpose. Frankly speaking, I would love to spend the remainder of my trip to this planet at a place like this. 

I am taking a moment to be grateful for the serenity that surrounds me. The perfect alignment of the universe in this little part of the world reminds me of my wandering soul. I should be staying at home but I’ve been a traveler by birth, both physical and spiritual. My arrival at this planet may itself be a detour. Whatever it is, I am thankful for the fate that brought me to this beautiful partner of the solar system. It gave me a chance to be a humble member of the great species called Homospaiens. It provided me an opportunity to live with a loving family and walk with great friends. Though I know deep down that this life is not forever and I will one day move on to another place, I have been blessed. I have seen so much of the world and experienced even more. 

From the highlands of Lake Saiful Muluk to the floatable waters of the Dead Sea. From the Roman Colosseum to the daunting skyscrapers of New York City. From the Temple of Tooth in Sri Lanka to the Great Wall of China. From the Fox Studio at Hollywood to the cable car of Sentosa Island. From the London Eye to the Silver Carp, jumping fish at the Mississippi River. From Petronas Twin Towers of Kuala Lumpur to the Mardi Gras in the one and the only New Orleans. From the canals of Venice to the banks of the River of Love, Chenab River. From the courtyard of the Vatican City to the Temple of Heaven. From the Guru Janam Asthan to the cups of Zam Zam Well. From the concert of Bon Jovi at Memphis Pyramid to the street singers of Eiffel Tower. From the happiest city in the world Copenhagen to the Floating Market in Bangkok. From the square of Romerberg, Frankfurt to the halls of Hagia Sophia, this wanderer has heard the lyrics of hope and sighs of despair from the artistic lips in various dialects but the song remains the same. 

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No Golf, Snow Golf

The air this morning is sleety, ground is wet and visibility is low. Such mischievous conditions continue for the last three days. Then comes a sunny day but it is too windy to golf. Though the weather is not a dependable thing, the fact that it hinders my game is disappointing. The last few days I wasn’t doing much but playing the role of lazy bum with a sleepy head. Neither of those things attracts reading or writing. I either sleep or eat. What a rotten routine of raccoons. 

A trip to North America was never as boring as this one. COVID-19 is more to blame than anything else. No golf, no window shopping, no nightlife, no outdoor activity, and no boat cafes. Just Uber Eats, Netflix, Amazon, contactless deliveries, home cooking, and an occasional round of icy golf. How can one enjoy golf when most of the fairways are wet, bunkers are choked, water hazards are frozen and greens are bouncy. It makes it advantageous only in the sense that the ball doesn’t drown. Ponds pound the ball like Rojan Rondo. Sometimes it rebounds it back to the ground. Mostly it sits there on top of the iced hazards laughing at you comically. As a winter golfer, you are packed like a delivery item and wrapped like a USPS package. Your nose is running faster than your tee shot. Your ears shimmed like an Amazon box. You are wearing gloves on both hands while the mound is too frozen to tee. You till and till, till it tilts. 

Yet, for hardcore golfers, it is a great privilege to play in winter. Only a few clubs can afford to operate and fewer golfers can dare to challenge the freezing winds. I have had the advantage to play on frozen fairways of North America as well as in melting Middle Eastern heat. It takes some degree of derangement to find enjoyment in the freezing or burning points of a sport. And lunacy and craze are two major ingredients that make me who I am. A one-track-minded extremist. A fanatic golfer. 

“Be wild and crazy and drunk with love, if you’re too careful love will not find you.”

Rumi

It may be cold, it may be hot or it may be pleasant. Golf adds a lot to the hour, to the environment, and to the ambiance. It adds to the mood and to life. It pronounces pleasure and announces attraction. It grooms glamour and entices entertainment in your schedule. Golfers like me seek refuge in write-ups about golf at times that they can’t get to the golf course. I am tired of reading about golf techniques and how to swing and what stance is?  Everything written on golf out there is either coaching or marketing. Through my blog, I try to add a little literature, a story, an essay, and some light stuff. After all, a mind at peace stimulates.   

Stimulation ignites passion. Passion makes you practice. Practice increases your confidence. Confidence makes you perform. The performance breeds victory. And victory yields rewards. Success is the best source of fulfillment.  

I hope the rhythm of these lines will bring an inspired golfer to the course. Wishing you a great round in golf and life. Good luck!

“For this game you need, above all things, to be in a tranquil frame of mind.”

 -Harry Vardon

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