Fairways

“But in the end it’s still a game of golf, and if at the end of the day you can’t shake hands with your opponents and still be friends, then you’ve missed the point.”

Payne Stewart

Golfers all over the world are a bit off, but no other nation is more obsessed with golf than America. There are a series of golf courses spread across the country, and most are densely booked during the season. There are almost 576,534 golf holes in the world. The total number of golf courses across the globe is approximately 40,000, of which North America claims 51%. The USA, alone, commands approximately 43% of these courses. 

USA

Approx. population    320,583,000

Golf holes    261,324

Golf facilities    15,372

Population per golf hole    1,227

Swansea Country Club, Massachusetts 

There are some golf apps that book tee times. They further assist golfers, providing live on-course information with wonderful competence. It’s an interesting blend of nature’s bliss and technological ease. Golf courses operate very efficient tee time systems that make crowded fairways fun. I have witnessed wildness, typical American freestyle, mannerism, and courtesy working hand in hand on these fairways. People routinely watch for each other’s balls. Everyone on the flight volunteers to locate lost balls. The good, the bad, and the ugly make no difference. Friends, acquaintances, and strangers are paired by the clubs according to the seeker’s tee times. On the tee, the introduction melts into togetherness as one crew. Golfers usually count individual scores. Some make bets, while others play for the heck of it. These stylistic choices add a depth to the game, making it unique for each player.

Many Americans don’t like to tuck their shirts into their shorts or pants. People of the USA are known to do most formal things informally. Formal or informal, they love sport, and to talk about it even more. They have their own slang for golf terminology. When flying with an American crew, lingo is an added bit of fun. And they won’t spare any opportunity to comment. I enjoy funny, if not witty, commentary and am known for it. A display of good golf along with timely jokes doubles the fun. Alas, whatever stimulates multiple senses heightens the experience. Golf allows a lot of people to open up; even the most uptight begin to crack amazing jokes. I wonder how much talent shines behind the curtain of the non-introduction. Few steps together on a fairway brigade yet so much gap. How it brings people close that otherwise are skies apart. A simple ‘Hello!’ in a tee box leads to a day full of smiles and laughter. Metal may snow on the planet Venus, but the sunshine of decent interaction of its residents makes the earth unique, in the universe. Sometimes our lives are just like a golf course — the field may seem ever-expanding, but it all leads to the same distant, yet familiar, destination.

“Achievements on golf course are not what matters, decency and honesty are what matters.”

Tiger Woods

America, Asia, Antarctica, or maybe terraformed Mars in the future — golf is a nation in itself. It only needs a passport of friendliness, a visa of harmony, and a ticket of etiquette to enter into its borders. If the dignity of a golf course, decorum of the fairway, modesty of the golf ball, slimness of the tee, virtue of the golf stick, ambience of the golf club, and delicacy of the green doesn’t grab you, then what will?

“Sell your cleverness and buy bewilderment.”

Rumi 

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Ahsan Jamil 

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, photographer, Rebel. 

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No Caddies

I put a lot of emphasis on arranging my setup, just for a round of golf. I call it a semantic stylus of my attire. Some may call it overdoing. I don’t care. I try to follow

 Jack Nicholson’s here,

“I am who I am, your approval isn’t needed.”

My chauffeur is ready at 4 a.m. He sets the golf kit, trolley, and the Vego to go. He is already informed what color scheme I would be wearing. So he places matching sunglasses, twinning golf shoes, an Apple Watch, bug repellent and sun blocker ointments next to my seat. He makes sure a fully charged speaker, bottles of water, Gatorade, and nitroglycerin are stocked in my golf kit. He further adds a matching glove to the collection. He then waits for me. 

I am usually awake by 2 or 3 a.m. I read or write at that time. Waking up early also provides me an opportunity to submit to the Almighty. By 4:30 a.m, I step onto the porch in perfectly paired attire to go to the golf club. Socks to cap, belt to boots, and hand towel to sleeves, reverently stylish. On top of that, relevant shades and a smiling face. It’s those little pleasures that fill my day with great gratitude. My jubilation is apparent through my outlook, and so is the enthusiasm. Playing excellent golf is not solely in my hand but looking good at the course is. I appreciate each breath and am grateful for each second that I am living. Every day means another chance I get to try again, to be better. 

“If the foot of the trees were not tied to earth, they would be pursuing me. For I have blossomed so much, I am the envy of the gardens.”

Rumi 

A caddie awaits us at the golf course. He takes the kit and follows me to tee one. The crew is there. If someone were late, we would briefly wait for him. Everyone is dressed well as if heading for a fashion show. Our caddies are equally inspired to look and smell good in a competitive manner. There are halfway huts in all of the courses. We stop for a tea break after four or five holes. Such is a state of zealous flight we are accustomed to. A match of luxury, fashion, and etiquette runs along the birdies, pars, and bogeys in this flight. Golf is more than just a sport—it’s all the fine delicacies that come with it that make it worth relishing. The peaceful environment, jam-packed with veteran minds, all itching to tell their tales.

I am in the United States these days. Nature is so fond of the North American continent that it was quite spendthrift during its creation. 

It gave them everything in abundance, and they also tried to add more with their craze with machines and heights. Truly an abundance of riches. There are so many golf clubs everywhere. No caddies. Mostly golf carts attempt to be the replacement. They work well. Caddies only carry our bags. Carts carry us too. Nowadays, our phones, with the help of golf apps like Golfshot & SwingU, give us the course layout, distance, wind direction, speed, etc. More or less, golf is golf, caddie or no caddie. Performance of the human mind and hand has its advantages, and technology has its own. Golfers will play golf, with or without aids. 

You may have robotic or manual assistance, but a bunker shot is a bunker shot. Not all golfers acquire the perfect skill of a bunker shot. Pros, amateurs, and general players all have many stories of their bunker bunks. 

Well, they say there is no wind on the moon. A footstep there will stay forever. Well, I haven’t been to the moon, but no wind can rake a bunker had I been there. 

Course and golf gear aside, it’s the player’s mood at that moment that counts. Win or lose, good moods always make memorable moments. After all, it’s the story that comes with the game that enriches our lives.

Where do I begin by Andy Williams 

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Ahsan Jamil 

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, photographer, Rebel. 

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Dream Chaser

“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It would not lead you astray.”

Rumi

Some shots widen eyes, and some hits go shank. Some relations last longer, and some passions are temporary. Some tongues are meaningless, and some eyes say it all. Some truths fail you and lies become your guiding lighthouse. Some deserts live in hearts, and some flowers wither in gardens. Some sing lonely songs, and some dance in the streets. Some siblings are strangers, and the unknown eyes can capture hearts. Some roads never end, and some destinations follow us. Where there are hills there are ditches. Not all birds fly; some merely carry decorated wings. Neither all rocks roll nor all waters flow. All laughters don’t represent happiness, and all tears don’t shed grief. Some roots stay alive in drought, and all trunks don’t bloom in spring. Some words have no meaning, and some dreams drag themselves into reality. 

But some dreams don’t! Dreams are a virtual tour of a courtyard between the conscious and subconscious. A corridor between being and not being. A pause between asleep and awake. And a period between bud and bloom. 

Dreams are the wines of life.

I am neither a student of oneirology, nor I am an oenologist. Instead, the inebriation of all wines is both addictive and absorbing. Some stop sleeping in pursuit of their dreams and some live only to sleep. Some only walk in our lives to crash our dreams, and some come to teach us how to fulfill them. Dreams are our guides in life, those who understand that go ahead and realize them.

Dreams come to us in our sleep, but they are fulfilled when awake. There is no better time to wake up than early in the morning. Early risers usually are great dream chasers. Late sleepers would not count all galaxies since there are more stars in the sky than all grains of sand on earth. In perspective, we’ll never have enough time, but we have our present, our gift.

“For In the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.”

Khalil Gibran 

Not all wake up to chase their dreams, most only narrate them. I choose the middle path. I am a dreamer, both night and day dreamer. I chase them hard, and I do wake up early in the morning, not only to chase my dreams but to keep the dream of my golf going. I have formed a closer alliance with my health ever since I started making my dream of golf true. And golf itself graces me with great awakening. 

A golfer always dreams, day dreams to play better tomorrow. Although for some of us that tomorrow seldom comes. Golf is a game where we try to make the impossible possible. The hole is always beyond our sight. It’s only by aiming for success do we ever reach our destination. By the time we know, we’re already so far ahead. Sometimes we drink the wines of success, and sometimes we are blighted by sour regret. But every failure is a step towards success. Friends, keep dreaming and pursue your dreams wildly. 

“Any game where a man 60 can beat a man 30 ain’t no game.”

Burt

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Ahsan Jamil 

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, photographer, Rebel. 

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That White Sand

“A ball will always come to rest halfway down a hill, unless there is sand or water at the bottom.”

Henry Beard 

It was one of those rare mornings of June when the weather reminds us of spring. The cool breeze, cloudy sky, and fresh grass were making us forget that yesterday was the summer solstice. It coated around us, like it knew we were fed up with the heat. Nature has a mind unbeknownst to us, and definitely a kind one. A sweet scent jammed our noses with bliss. We had a full flight that took off at beautiful Bahria Golf City GC. 

I knew two of my crew mates were in much better form than I was these days. And one was a beginner with strokes. I have been losing rounds after rounds for the past few days, but everything is fair in sports and competition. I just have to remain patient, and my time will come. 

This is a story of my continuous bad spell in the game. It climaxed with a bad bunker experience at the green side bunker at the ninth hole of Bahria Golf City GC, Murree. My third shot unexpectedly fell in the left bunker on the last green. I have been scoring well so far. Very confidently I played the bunker shot, but the ball fell back in the bunker after landing on the edge. I replayed the shot only to repeat the first action. Third time, it rolled over into another bunker across the green. Man! It was the action replay of the earlier bunker. Humiliation hovered over me, but I had to keep calm. Golf is about integrity and patience. I must trust the wind and the ball. For the ninth shot, I neared the hole. It was a strange experience. Never been in a situation like that. This incident has ruined my round, as well as the game. Ever since, I had been trying to play better, but to no avail. The white sand in that course was one of the best in town. I was playing with SIM. I was not tired since I was riding a golf cart. Everything was perfect. My physical abilities to execute the bunker shot just died, and my confidence was drained. All of sudden my body stopped accepting the command of my mind. I know S- -t happens. I never imagined it would happen that much. I suppose there really is a first time for everything.

Such are the frustrating times that make us quitters. The feelings of despair immediately entangled me with the rope of embarrassment. It lurked by my neck, tightening for every step I took. A chain of anger locked me up in the prison of hatred. My heart burned, almost as much as when I first started playing, I wanted to win. I looked at my crew mates, obviously, it was a source of amusement for them. My face bubbled with anger, but I couldn’t let them see it. The best admit their defeat and carry on. That is how we grow stronger. Disappointed danced on my partner’s face, who had just performed a birdie on such a tricky green. His expression alone clawed at me, no words were needed when my shortcomings were this evident. Each fight has its losers. One side faces defeat in all battles. This time it was my turn to cause defeat.

The tables could turn. Defeated may reconquer. Golfers can make a comeback. Not merely by desires but with better planning & intense practice. All bunkers don’t carry white sand, and all players don’t act like I do. The winner lives within the loser; it just needs a wake up call. I can’t sit and wait for the winner inside me. I have to wake it up. I must flip that flame of embarrassment into one of enrichment. I must remember why  I began this journey. Definitely, my schedule would include visits to the practice range. Coach, here I come back, to where I started. 

We seek outside the wonders we carry inside us.

Rumi

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Ahsan Jamil 

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, photographer, Rebel. 

Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

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Till the Next Round

Especially when we face hard times, it is all the more important that we remain balanced and focused on what matters to us.

Sadhguru 

In the corridor of life, each breath is a blessing and in golf each shot is a test – test of temperament, of patience, the ability to plan, the skills of execution, the capability of reading the surroundings, of aiming at the target and of coordination between the body and mind. In all paths in life see hurdles and hardships and at all fairways in golf there are roughs, hazards and bunkers. It’s not unusual to fall into pits, in both games of life and golf. It’s our handling of those obstacles that defines what we are made of. Some avoid storms and others sail through them and storm the storm itself. Only those who do not care much about the shore and only live for sailing will pierce through the raging tempests and see the stars again.

“Columbus went around the world in 1492. That isn’t a lot of strokes when you consider the course.”

Lee Trevino

Neither is everyone on a voyage nor are all of us sailors. Yes, but no one escapes hazards and bunkers. Where there is breath there is difficulty. Golf teaches us how to maintain composure in difficult times. Science tells us to wear masks in a pandemic. The teacher trains us to pass hard exams. What matters is the fighting spirit. And what it takes is harsh training.

“Submit to a daily practice. Your loyalty to that is a ring at the door. Keep knocking, and the joy inside will eventually open a window and look out to see who’s there.”

Rumi

We can only make attempts to recover from a loss. The result is never guaranteed. The outcome means less but trying matters the most. We can only flip wings when someone else blows the wind.

In case one falls into the lap of failure, one should accept it honorably and begin preparing for the next round. Instead of living on the remains of defeat, one should move on to the practice range for better shots in future. Ben Hogan teaches us that, “The most important shot in golf is the next one.” Move on to prove yourself. Each new step takes us further from our place of defeat. Those who carry the ingredients of a victor always take defeat differently, like what Nelson Mandela said, “I never lose. I either win or learn.”

The labor we put in to train hard, the time we spend on practice, the sweat we drain in the gym would never go to waste. It will definitely reflect in the next fight. Your steps into the next round after intense training tell the ground underneath your feet that this hardworking and industrious player means business. Everything from grains of sand to hummingbirds begin to take your side. The wind blows in your favor and the sun shines to appease you. The glory of hard labor is reflected through each move of the player standing on tee. Nothing ever beats hard work. Good luck, destiny and blessings – everything – sides with the hard worker.

Only those who take defeats as lessons choose to rectify their mistakes. And errors are removed with practice. Prepare yourself for victory by hard practice.

Till the next round.

“Soon when all is well, you’re going to look back on this period of your life and be so glad that you never gave up.”

Brittney Burgunder

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Ahsan Jamil 

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, photographer, Rebel. 

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The Tale of the Two Eagles

“The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding.”

Leonardo Da Vinci 

On a sunny and heated morning, the sun shone in full glory and the month of June was at its full swing. So were we. I had challenged my sons to a round of golf since we happened to be in the capital city at the same time. Margalla Greens Golf & Country Club sits in the lap of famous Margalla Hills. It’s graciously scenic and breathtaking. Golf here includes the added privilege of hiking. Both of them were in beautiful gears and equally enthusiastic. We took off with glamorous drives and glaring smiles. I was overwhelmed since I was in the company of two roll of honor students. They are no less golfers. One of them was runner up at the Quaid-e-Azam junior’s tournament last year. 

What else one could ask for, magnetic Margalla Greens, magnificent views of Faisal Mosque, majestic crew, music by Weekend, and arsenal of SIM by Taylormade. Soothing Rayban shades, Pro-V1s balls and expert caddies. We stole the hour and style envied us. Pars, bogies, and doubles. began to pour from zealous shots and concentrated putts. At the second hole, a par three, my youngest son Qadir, who otherwise is the tallest, made a birdie. What a shot & putting it was. 

P wedge on Par 3, 116 yards

Sairam and I made bogies. Sairam was playing for the first time on this tricky course. 

He played exceptionally well despite the lack of orientation with the courses on hills. Hole three is a Par-5, 521 yards, 15 HCP. I try to stay within the fairway even if I had to compromise on distance. Usually happy with bogies. So I tried to maintain the pace. Both of them scored Pars while I made bogey. Boy! They strode that hole quite picturesquely and concluded exquisitely. Their putting resembled the first time kissing in a classroom.

We proceeded to next Par three for further display of our swings in a dire competitive disposition. In a completely revengeful mood I made a par there whereas both of them ended up with bogies. The next hole is par 4 HCP 5 and 409y. I made a par, further consolidating my position in this father and son trio. Sairam made a bogie while Qadir made a double. Sixth is 341 y, HCP 1. The tee is wildly elevated and located in the ribs of Margalla hills. Stairs would take their toll before you pin your tee to the ground. One can see most of the fairways from here. In the torso of the hills, the magnificent Faisal Mosque on the left pompously exhibits a unique design of a mighty Bedouin tent, surrounded by the skycathing minarets of white Marble. I took the lead, since it was my honor, and hit a flying saucer towards the middle of the edge of the fairway short of the OB. While Sairam sprung a blaster that dimmed the distance of my shot, and landed at the perfect spot. Then came Qadir, Keeping in view our shots, he hit over the long stretch of bordering trees. Flying over them his balls dropped on the edge of the green and began to taxi towards the pin, as our caddies described it. It stops short of pin again barely escaping hole in one. Most of us have been trying to take that route only to earn OBs in the adjacent fairway. In professional style he earnestly engineered that shot to it’s perfection. It was a grand eagle. What a moment of pride. How can dad resist bragging at times like that? It was one of those moments when golf touches one’s soul. My heart jumped in joy and my mind thought of nothing but gratitude. Sairam & I made bogies on that hole yet both of us celebrated his eagle proudly. 

Next hole was all a breath shortening climb. It’s no joke to reach the green of this hole. It’s a Par 5 HCP 3. I call the last three holes of the front nine, “mountaineering”. The green is at 2936 ft above the sea level. After the even lie nothing is more favorable than the uphill lie. It acts like a launching pad to lift the ball into the sky. The only problem is that the ball doesn’t roll much. Sometimes it begins to roll backwards. We stepped on the green panting and got wet in sweat. Man I am glad mine was the closest to the pin so I could catch my breath before putting it on. Only Qadir made a bogey while Sairam & I made doubles.

There’s a midway hut at this point of the course. Nothing is more soothing than a stop for some refreshment at this stage of the round. The scenes at this spot are truly satisfying. We had cold drinks and some snacks. A bit rested, still firm, we disembarked towards tee 8. It descends and again ascends. A small fig orchid adds a unique fragrance to stride on this fairway. It is a par 4 HCP 7 and 341 yards. In the beginning it is a  steep walk to a lush green valley like fairway then again a sharp hike to an astounding tee. Qadir again took a straight aerial route to drop directly at the green. That landed on the sloop a few yards to the green and concluded with a bogey. Sairam reached the top in a third shot and made three putts. After an average driver shot I began to descend with a heavy heart. Hit a second shot that initially faded to hit a big stone on the edge of the creek. To our surprise the ball bounced from the stone and took a flight to the green. That swaying ball eventually found the hole on the eighth hole. Thus awarding me my first eagle. That eagle brought me to the top of the scorecard. After the celebration of that eagle we headed towards the ninth tee. 

In excitement I messed up that hole and made a triple bogey there. Qadir and Sairam earned bogies. Qadir ended up 40, Sairam 47 and I made 43. My moss adventure at the ninth ruined the opportunity to defeat Mr. Qadir that the auspicious stone provided me. 

The story of the two Eagles will live on forever.  And golf with two sons is not an ordinary affair. I would love to do it again.

Know, son, that everything in the universe is a pitcher brimming with wisdom and beauty, the universe is a drop of the ‘Tigris of His beauty, this beauty was a Hidden Treasure so full it burst open and made the earth more radiant than the heavens.

Rumi

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Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

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One

“It was but yesterday I thought of myself as a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life.

Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.”

Khalil Gibran

The stardust was craving to reunite again, but the force of the bang kept it afloat, moving it toward directions unknown and dimensions unexplored. The wandering clouds and whirling winds of the celestial dirt constantly looked for a place to fall and to rest — but found no refuge. Running particles of that soot on the move decided to hold on to each other. One offered its body to the other so that it could rest. And thus, concepts like sacrifice and love were born in the barren cosmos. Two became one. Then joined the third, fourth, fifth, and so on. Gradually, many particles of the stardust began to stop and stick on them. The combination of particles became fat and strong. After some time, they became a full planet. Once together, the dust can become a moon, a planet, a star, or a sun.

“They are the chosen ones who have surrendered once they were particles of light now they are the radiant sun.”

Rumi

Once you become a celestial entity, you will certainly develop gravity. Once you create gravity, you form an orbit. Once you form an orbit, others will start dancing to the rhythm of your circle. Once movement finds a circle, the grand journey to oneness begins. One star blasts into infinite dust particles, and countless dots of dust again become one star. Those who claim that the Big Bang is the beginning of it all forget to tell the tale prior to the grand blast. If we let loose the zipper of presumptions, the reach of our imagination can take us beyond the wings of voyager-1. No physical attempt can surpass the reach of the eye of the mind.

This story of dusk and dawn is a recurring phenomenon in different forms and multiple frames. This song of being and not being goes on and on. The trumpet of birth blows again and again, only to put it back to sleep in the lap of silence. The twinkle of happening and not happening blinks on and off. One becomes many, and many become one. One seed carries the whole jungle. The whole jungle eventually makes seeds. One grows to breed many, and many live in one. On and on we see anecdotes of proliferation and absorption glittering around us.

‘They say to me in their awakening, “you and the world you live in are but a grain of sand upon the infinite shore of an infinite sea.”

And in my dream I say to them, “l am the infinite sea, and whole worlds are but grains of sand upon my shore.”

Khalil Gibran

The fingerprints prove each individual is unique. Yet, we are billions. Everyone is just one; but at the same time, one is a part of many. There is oneness in everything, and there is multiplication in each oneness. I wonder how it is? What does it mean? Where does it come from, and where does it go? It is a question and an answer at the same time.

Yes, suffering differentiates us all. But don’t all of us suffer? Yes, we call it a union. But doesn’t it begin with one to become one union?

“Within thousands I found my oneness…

In my oneness I found my world.”

Rumi 

Tum Ek Gorakh Dandha Ho

Nusrat Fateh Ali 

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Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

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The Shadows Are Taller

“Like a shadow,

I am and I am not.”

Rumi

Light creates shadows and trees love to provide them. A fusion of light and darkness makes our world come alive. Not all shadows are made by the light, some grow in our own minds without any light. A few shadows are smaller than the object and others are taller. It’s all a game of here-and-there by the sun. Some shadows make history, others keep the land barren. Some shadows are merely mirages while others become the shelters to new realities. Some shadows are cast on minds, others keep souls from the sun. Some shed blessings and a few become inauspicious. The true magic springs when we climb out of our shadows and rival the sun although it is easier said than done. 

I have seen people whose own shadow refuses to follow them.  And those who are smaller than their own images. Today, at the second green, I met my own shadow that was way taller than I was. It captured my imagination with hilarious hounds of hallucinations. I was blissfully scared, and I skillfully concealed it. Just like a hand covers the eyes in the sun. Perhaps, I had no reason to fear as it was nothing but an expression of my silent spear. Everything I am and could be, visualized as a mystery.

In the shadow of research, scientists have discovered a lot about the human brain and body as a whole. Surgical advances are miraculously astonishing. Singularity is almost at hand. Yet man’s moral character is deteriorating. We are getting smaller, even compared to our shadows. And our rapacity has already climbed over the capacity. The Information Age further fuels the craving of wealth and riches. The flow of media and availability of citizen journalism deeply explores  the lifestyle and eroded personalities of the celebrities and leaders in different walks of life. Our outlooks are perfumed and branded, but our inner sanctums are punctured and disoriented by greed and selfishness. Such is the deluded nature of man, nothing but a nice sheet over a piece of ice. The opulence becomes the only criteria of success. Our desires and methods of grubbing money finds its validity in Niccolò Machiavelli’s words, “the end justifies the means”. We should try to focus on the journey before the destination as it is a hurry where we find damnation while mercy is where we find emancipation.

Nice attire, designer homes, branded phones, high end cars are supposed to make a person ‘great’. Truthfulness, honesty, bravery, etc are of no value if you are poor.

Shadow of the affluence is much longer than the dents in character. The shade of money covers the blades of tyranny. The closet full of gold hides most misdeeds. In the shadow of progress, people wage wars for diamond mines and oil wells that make millions homeless. In the shadow of the aid, the same war mongers simultaneously fund peace rallies and support humanitarian organizations that work for victims of such wars. What a great moralistic world. In the vale of public interest companies vacate centuries old villages to put up modern housing plazas. In the shadow of progress the aim is profit, homes or homeless don’t matter. In the shadow of the government of the people, by the people and for the people, we elect people who raise millions for election campaigns. While thousands homeless sleep on the streets of the same cities. 

Among all the shadows, the shade of ignorance & illiteracy are the darkest ones. The combination of hunger and poverty breeds helplessness and ignored and ignorant invent slavery. That’s what we are becoming every day. Slaves to our own pursuits for more, if not to anyone else. 

“A shadow cannot ignore the sun that all day creates and moves it.”

Rumi

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PAF Skyview GCC 

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Ahsan Jamil 

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, photographer, Rebel. 

Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

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The Games

“Between the heart and mirror is this single difference, 

The heart conceals secrets while the mirror does not.”

Rumi

We see people hanging out together, playing in the same flight, and sitting on the same tables. Sometimes sleeping under the same roof or cuddling in the same bed. Still maintaining the distance wider than the Pacific Ocean and is colder than the Atlantic Ocean. No secret burns you more than envy, crush, and resentment. Jealousy is a game itself. A game that uses your blood as fuel and your mind as the arena. Some live oceans apart still they stay so close, right under each others’ eyebrows. 

Each sport has its merits and demerits, pros and cons, but the games of golf and the state of resentment have unique aspects in their folders. Golf is the only sport where you can drink, smoke, eat, swear and backbite about anyone and anything, while the game is in progress. You can make fun of your flight mate or you can crack jokes about your spouse and colleague. You can hit a ball out of bounds and lose it forever or you can sink it. You can land in the sandpit or you can drop it directly into the hole. You can meet a refreshment cart on a turn or you can sip hot tea at a midway hut. You can ride a motor cart or you can bring in your pushcart. One thing is sure that you have to bend your knees to play golf. Yes, golf is a strange game and it is played in such a manner. On the other hand, jealousy is a solo sport and it is played in silence. 

While the round of golf begins with a long strike, hit by a fat-headed club, that makes a loud sound and ends with a fragile touch of a small putter. In the meantime, you walk and talk. Then strike a middle shot with a different club. In the game of jealousy, the strike is soundless but it’s extremely excruciating. There is no partner but it tears you apart repeatedly. There is no victory in jealousy but an endless defeat. But they say that you don’t make it unless someone out there envies you. I will add, “you ain’t living if you don’t make people jealous.”

They say life is also a game. The game at the fairway and the game of breaths are different but it is better if they are both played fairly and frankly. Not all games are played to win. We sometimes lose some games purposely and the game of love is one of them. Losing to a loved one is no loss. And winning an argument from a stranger makes no difference. Playing patiently leads the way to the perfect drop. And slow and steady wins the race. Turtles live a lot longer than rabbits. Running fast doesn’t prolong a rabbit’s life. Maybe patience is the cradle of peace. 

It is said patience is a virtue but no one likes to wait these days. It seems that virtuosity is no longer the valid code. Drones have minimized valor to dust and the technology of bullets has marginalized bravery. Not all battles are fought with gunpowder and rockets, some rivalries are conducted in peace. Golf wars are the best example. Those relying on long shorts lose to the straight ones. The precision of the old pill Mickelson defeats the young, muscular & mighty. The other day it opened my eyes to what Bryson DeChambeau said to Brooks Koepka: “It’s nice to be living rent-free in your head.”

What a lesson I got from this simple line. Great chivalry. It is deep, meaningful, and thought-provoking. If only we were willing to live in each other’s hearts paying the rent through the currency of mutual respect and with the coins of affection. 

“If you could Unite your wings and free your soul of jealousy, you and everyone around you will fly like doves.” 

Rumi 

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PAF Skyview GCC 

By

Ahsan Jamil 

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, photographer, Rebel. YouTuber 

Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

Website: Golfaij.com 

YouTube: Morning with Golf

Sweethearts Seek Sweets

The main corridor at Defense Raya GCC hosts a number of sports, like squash court, gym, yoga studio, pro shop, and gateway to the golf course. This is a great avenue that accommodates its members’ quest for healthy activities. The irony is that a cute & tiny pastry shop also sits there, calling me with its sweet allure. Each time I pass through that passage, a parade of yellow lemon tots, smiling ques of phyllo pastries, and a congregation of croissants intimately invite me in. Oh, how sinfully sweet yet seductive. The decorative and esthetic placement of such beauties, on the shiny glass racks under the light of glittering roof bulbs, is impossible to ignore. One needs staunch discipline to let go of that instigation. I wonder if the designers of the club mischievously set it there to test the fondness of people like me who love sweets and allied products. What a blend of business and psychology. A bunch of us get inspiration for exercise just to remain loyal to sugar. My mouth swirls with saliva and my tummy growls at the sight of date cake. I’m consumed by confusions between diet and desserts. Well! So far, I have defied such temptations quite successfully during my voyages to the rounds of golf at that club. 

What is the fun in diet, avoidance and refraining when your heart starts trumping and mouth keeps flooding? Paleo Diet, Keto Diet, Vegan Diet, Low Carb Diet, Dukan Diet, and many more surplus the market! but eating sweets has its own charms. Just how long will we make our uncertain futures wait. I would promise myself to refrain from the sweets but they come in front of you in so many ways. They are present on birthdays, anniversaries, office promotions, dine outs, tea breaks, midway huts, and at so many other occasions. No doubt  people who go through diets and achieve their goals are people of determination and will. I do wonder where such magical resilience comes from. One should also not doubt the zeal of sweet lovers because, despite being highly diabetics they keep their cozy relationship with sweets intact. They would find fresh excuses to have their hands on it. I know some people who always keep nutra-sweets handy although it never fulfills their cravings, eventually waging on a cream full piece of cake or a benevolent baklava. 

I personally prefer Ladoo, Barfi, Kalakand, Cheese & Almond Cake, Raw brown sugar, and all kinds of ice creams and fruits, since I am neither diabetic nor bulky, except for a prominent tummy. And that doesn’t matter since I am not in showbiz. At times when a picture is taken I always wrench it in, for a few moments. My grandchildren also love to sit on it. They also bang it when they are in jubilant mode or in a drumming spirits. Ah, the blissful joys of children.

I do put on my part of the struggle to reduce my gut or to keep it where it is. I play golf almost everyday, walking three to six miles. Some people don’t regard golf as a sport. I don’t care since that’s all I can offer in this regard. The other day at a fundraiser I met a yoga instructor. She was quite convincing merely by looks. I did not speak to her but ever since I’ve been inclined to pursue evening yoga, in addition to morning golf. After all, a tummy should be tamed and put back to its place, for it is also that it breaks down our food and releases the energy, so that we can move onto the next meal and our next golf session.

“in the stomach’s emptiness. We are lutes, no more, no less. If the sound box is stuffed full of anything, no music. If the brain and the belly are burning clean with fasting, every moment a new song comes out of the fire.”

Rumi

Credits 

Google 

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Defense Raya GCC

Royal Palm GCC 

By

Ahsan Jamil 

Golfer, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Author, Poet, Wanderer, photographer, Rebel. 

Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

Website: Golfaij.com

YouTube: Morning with Golf