Mystic Saturday

“The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the hard work on the images imprisoned within you.”


Today the weather was relievingly better, touching 50° F. I browsed for tee times, and GolfNow led me to the Spook Rock Golf Course in Suffern, NY, at 1:30 p.m. I was ready to tee off. There was no one else golfing at that time, despite it being a sunny Saturday. Finally, I had the privilege of playing alone. Although a few flights were already gone, at my tee time, I was taking off solo. 

The first tee was a dogleg. I played a required shot to perfection. A chilly wind was blowing toward me, but my first shot thoroughly warmed me up. I made a comfortable boogie. Since the golf course was preparing for a winter shutdown, the sign boards were taken off from all tees. There were no permanent sign stones on that course, which most courses do have. However, we technically don’t need those signs any more, because GolfShot caddies best. 

When God is the only fan present, and you have the fairway all to yourself, you perform so well. 

My shots and putting were surprising, even for me. I loved playing solo. 

Autumn is a sad season. The more naked the trees become, the more layers of clothing we have to put on. Happily, this was an unusually sunny Saturday. The green shades of vast fairways were uniquely conspicuous under the lines of shadeless trees, as if it was the striptease show of the once-green trees. My eyes were receiving millions of rays, while my brain was conceiving images from mystic dimensions.

I am a regular golfer, yet today’s round was much more than a routine. This solo flight was so revealing and mystifying. I can hear the rhythmic sounds of naked trees praying for a tolerable winter. The poetic alliteration of dry shrubs and the humming of yellowing grass appealed to the mercy and grace of the Lord. It is frightening entering into the North American winter!

The shining sun in the blue sky, however, spread the news of warmth. Sending out heat and light, it conveyed that the Lord loves the world, and he is the most merciful of all. 

The water in the ponds was already singing songs of gratitude. It had been frozen last night, and the next morning it was liquid again. The golf ball and I were also enjoying our journey of joy under the bright sun. 

I wanted to sing aloud the song of indebtedness in unison with the rest of nature at the golf course. This blog is one way of doing so. 

The walk on the course was so fulfilling. How could one shank or miss a putt when body, soul, soil, time, and weather were synchronized so well. 

No doubt, it was a soulful round on a sunny Saturday. Let’s hope we have a peaceful and sunny winter. 

“In winter the bare boughs that seem to sleep work covertly, preparing for their spring.”





Darlington Golf Course 



Ahsan Jamil 

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



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Changing Weathers

It’s getting very cold. Chilly winds, lower temperatures and frosted grounds rule the golf courses. Many of them are already closed. Some are about to do so. Golfers, who play with conviction, or maybe with addiction, are really in limbo between weather & golf. Doesn’t matter what we wear, it gets chillier. 

It finally began to snow, the first of the season. Although only a trailer here near the NYC area, it was five inches or more upstate near Buffalo, where all the golf courses got buried under snow.

“Be Melting snow, wash yourself of yourself.”


A few years back an unusual snowfall of such magnitude also hit Murree, Rawalpindi, Pakistan. This summer, Europe faced fierce heat waves which caused  multiple fires. South East Asia also faced unusually heavy rainfall last monsoon that led to unprecedented floods. These are only trailers of what nature has in store for us in times to come. Global warming is on the rise.

The COP27 annual UN talks on environment this year were held at Sharm Ul-Shaikh, Egypt. The summit there was grumpy and shambolic, despite knowing that the southern Pacific Ocean’s La Niña that usually ends in a year or so strangely and worryingly stretches into the third year. Supposedly that will cause havoc — floods, droughts and fires, in many continents.    

The world’s sluggish and feverish behavior towards climate change continues. In the meantime, some regional, provincial & local governments are trying for clean energy. Free solar panels program in Massachusetts and Roof Replacement in New Jersey are good examples.

On the other hand, we must admire the enthusiasm of technology companies. Tesla is a great example. PepsiCo Australia, the local arm of the world’s biggest supplier of snacks and drinks, will test a new sort of vehicle powered not by a dirty diesel engine but by fuel cells, devices that convert hydrogen to electricity while emitting only water vapor.

Another example of good news is the “UN fund for loss and damage.” This week, some  wealthy countries are coming around to the idea of compensating poorer ones for climate change. 

At COP27 UN climate Summit, G20 Bali Leaders Declaration 2022, narrated again the importance of a collective response to food security and environment protection. Yet mere addresses at summits alone would not help. The sooner the world translates its leaders’ speeches into action, the better the environment protection gets.





Image: The Economist

National Oceanic & Atmospheric Administration.

World Meteorological Organization.


Ahsan Jamil 

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November Golf

“Don’t be in such a hurry. That little white ball isn’t going to run away from you.”

— Patty Berg

Calm, composure, collectedness, and cool are a few of the ingredients of a correct golf shot. Posture, positioning, preparation, and practice are some flavors that help in hitting a perfect one. 

Focusing on these elements has improved not only my golf game but my performance in all areas of life. I am an amateur golfer, yet playing golf has matured me a lot in life. 

For me, walking for golf is an opportunity to be one with nature. I have learned so much about the world around me, such as the names of so many flowers, plants, birds, and other species. I have discovered my physical capabilities and limitations. 

I know my mind doesn’t like to concentrate on one thing. I naturally begin to belong to things that come across my path. My heart owns so many spots at so many courses in so many cities. Here are a few:I love the green at hole number 3 at PAF Skyview Lahore. I crave the fairway at hole number 7 at Lahore Gymkhana. I can sit for hours without a blink at the chairs at the midway hut at the end of hole number 7 of Margalla Greens Islamabad. I love to play at Swansea Country Club in Massachusetts. The grand, distant looks of Manhattan from the veranda of New York Country Club and the long, curvy lakeside fifth fairway of the LPGA International Hills course in Daytona, Florida, leave me stunned every time. Overall, I am in love with golf. The fun and learning goes on. 

“If the light is in your heart, you will find your way home.”

— Rumi

Today while I was playing at the third hole, a par three, at Valley Brook Golf Course, I saw a blue jay whistling hard. I know blue jays often warn other birds of a predator, so I thought there must be a hawk nearby. The players I was paired with were no less than a hawk themselves. They were so absorbed in their golf game that they paid no heed to the blue jay’s warnings. 

I was trying to look upward to spot an accipiter. All of a sudden one of the golfers jumped, shouting, “Snake, snake!” I stopped right there. I heard a movement in the cluster of fallen autumn leaves but never saw a snake. I was wondering, ‘How could there be a snake in New Jersey in November?’ Yet I was wondering if the blue jay’s warning was for us and not for fellow birds. Later on at home I googled and found out that snakes could come out of their hibernation in above 60° temperatures. Amazing!



LPGA International 

Valley Brook Golf Course 

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Botanical Stanza

Although Hudson Valley has its own reputation in terms of its scenery and landscape, the colors of October are uniquely magical and mesmerizing. With green trees turning red, pink, maroon, yellow, and off-white, the valley resembles an Indian bride. Where the river, lakes, and the sky add blue to the scene. Black curvy country roads, along with the yellow stripes, snake through the hills around the Hudson. It seems as if purple asters, multicolored dahlia, yellow mums, and dominating stonecrop sedums are the actual dwellers in the front yards of the country homes. Butterflies, usually monarchs, add another version to the driveways of these beautiful homes. Deep under such colorful transitions of the weather, the sad story of separation and withdrawal goes on in full swing. 

Seven Lakes Road, a parkway in Hudson Valley is place to visit in all seasons yet drive in October is one of its kind. In my SUV, the idiocentric melody of Jagjit Singh, ہاتھ چھوٹے بھی تو رشت نہیں چھوڑا کرتے, plays, which inspires me to write this piece: “Separation shouldn’t end the relationship.”

Autumn is the season of separation. The detachment between trees and leaves. Migration of the seasonal birds, and hibernation of obligate hibernators. Dormancy of so many species. No one else celebrates departure as trees and leaves do. They try to form a colorful landscape, as does the rainbow in the sky. 

“Autumn is the second spring when every leaf is a flower.”

Albert Camus 

Trees tell us that on the grounds of mutual respect, how beautiful letting go can become. The journey of the falling leaf is another life it lives and that is the life of freedom and wonder. 

“Autumn leaves shower like gold, like rainbows, as the winds of change begin to blow.”

Dan Millman

A leaf lives through another life of service after it departs the stem. It hugs the soil that fed it for months. It lets go of the sun that it always pursued and persuaded. 

Yet it never stops serving its family. From dust, it comes and to dust, it goes. It eventually becomes fertilizer

to add flavor to the soil, to the roots, and to the seeds. It rides the air experiencing flying. It tries to learn dance. It spends the nights on pavements, on benches, and on the windshields of cars.  

“Fall is my favorite time of the year. To me, it exemplifies the victory of the spirit over matter.”

Stephen King

The tree on the other hand sheds its cover and tries to stand naked, fearlessly. As if it didn’t sin. It proves that it stands on its roots. When we long for warm clothes, it dares to take them off. It accepts to face the freezing winter with its open branches. The tale of an autumn tree is a beautiful story of shades, stripes and stripping. Autumn is a beautiful stanza of botanic poetry. The fall season is a melody of color and closure. And Hudson Valley is a great stage of nature to launch the equinox in October. 

“Inside of us, there’s a continual autumn. Our leaves fall and are blown over the water.”



Seven Lakes Drive Harriman & Bear Mountain 



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Miracles in Golf

“A perfectly straight shot with a big club is a fluke.”

Jack Nicklaus 

It’s a great feeling to hit a straight shot. Usually, feelings need a face or a dialect to express themselves. In golf, however, a strong vocal cord will do. A round of golf often is a chess board of multiple miracles and mistakes. This game is all about taking chances. It is about being there on the tee on the fairways and on the green. 

“In any situation, the best you can do is the right thing; the next best thing you can do is the wrong thing; the worst thing you can do is nothing.”

Theodore Roosevelt 

Although golf is a game of perfection, those who seek perfection in golf or in life mostly end up in the rough. Where disappointment, depression, and desperation await them. The perfectionist starts with high expectations, as an over-ambitious zealot. Soon, these expectations begin to wear out on the terrain of errors. Any overemphasized effort rarely tolerates the unexpected. Mistakes are bound to happen in all human efforts. Attempting again is all that matters. 

A metal never becomes an ornament without strikes. Neither mere strikes make it so. Current only runs through a combination of negative and positive. A seed becomes a tree through seasoning. Shining, not twinkling, makes a day. 

I once read somewhere — “From the thorn bush comes forth the rose.”

Traffic jams can’t keep us home and empty roads won’t make us travel. We can’t fly on our desires and being on a flight can’t make us scholars. Neither a great shot guarantees another nor a bad shot keeps us from good ones. Golf and life are processes that involve love and hate, with success and flops with errors and flaws. 

A ping pong ball seeks no hole and a golf ball can’t stop looking for it. 

Eyes will catch beauty and hearts will pound for it. The tongue will crave taste and the nose can’t ignore a fragrance. 

The first thing golf teaches is humility, the second; empathy, and the third patience.”

Kris E Wilson 

Life and golf are both a combination of hard and easy, laughter and tears, fails and success, headaches and heartache, love and infidelity, loss and gains. 

Surprise is the major attraction in both of these games. Such a cool ingredient makes the sport and its existence worthwhile. 

Unpredictability in life leads us to prayers, practice, and patience. 

Neither all days are pleasant nor all ghosts are holy. Not all dreams are nightmares. Not all emails are love messages — some are bills. But we should cherish each breath and we should enjoy each moment on the golf course. You only live once and golf is an infinite craving.


New York Country Club 



Ahsan Jamil 

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“There is nothing more powerful than a changed mind.”

Les Brown 

September is in its last chapter. The sky is blue. The sun is shining. A pleasant breeze is flapping the tree leaves and daisies are still smiling. Tall trees are swaying in slow motion and the river is continuously flowing. Grass is green and leaves are still hanging on the branches. Only the temperature outside and on my iPhone are dropping by the day. 

Eighty degrees Fahrenheit is changing into the 70a, and then further into the 60s. On some nights it even touches the 40s. As the temperature drops, the daisies are diminishing in number, and the color of the leaves is changing gradually. Deer are seen less frequently, and chirping birds are also migrating. 

Only the river, and the stone benches on its banks, are unbothered and indifferent to the weather and its changes. Not all changes are occurring in the field of weather, however; rather, the universe goes through changes every moment. 

Transformation is proof that the creator of everything is satisfied with its creation, and that the process of creation is still alive and ever-present.

Everything you see has its roots

in the unseen world.

The forms may change,

yet the essence remains the same.

Every wondrous sight will vanish,

every sweet word will fade.

But do not be disheartened,

The Source they come from is eternal–

growing, branching out,

giving new life and new joy.

Why do you weep?–

That Source is within you,

and this whole world

is springing up from it.

The Source is full,

its waters are ever-flowing;

Do not grieve,

drink your fill!

Don’t think it will ever run dry–

This is the endless Ocean!

From the moment you came into this world,

a ladder was placed in front of you

that you might transcend it.

From earth, you became plant,

from plant you became animal.

Afterwards you became a human being,

endowed with knowledge, intellect and faith.

Behold the body, born of dust–

how perfect it has become!

Why should you fear its end?

When were you ever made less by dying?

When you pass beyond this human form,

no doubt you will become an angel

and soar through the heavens!

But don’t stop there.

Even heavenly bodies grow old.

Pass again from the heavenly realm

and plunge into the ocean of Consciousness.

Let the drop of water that is you

become a hundred mighty seas.

But do not think that the drop alone

becomes the Ocean

the Ocean, too, becomes the drop!”






Ahsan Jamil 

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Noisy Fellow

“Saying nothing sometimes says the most.”

Emily Dickinson

Look around you, everyone is talking, either face to face or on the phone. You go to any restaurant and it will be noisy. In trains, buses, offices, streets, people are buzzing. Most of this talk is useless and a waste of time. Mostly gossiping, bragging, exaggerating, if ever people are silent, television, stereo, or radio would be filling the blanks. Notifications on our phones, our computers or other gadgets will be making noise. Even in the empty alleys we can hear the air conditioner, heating or exhaust fizzing. In short we live in noise.

There are three types of noise: one you hear through your ears and the second that exists in your mind. And that is the noise your conscience makes.

“Your noise is my silence.”


The third noise is that of your heart. That noise means you are alive.

Some hearts beat with the tunes of the universe and others beat with the rhythm of existence. When the tune of the universe, rhythm of time and your heart beat united, you become one with it all. That’s when you become spiritual.

“In things spiritual, there is no partition, no number, no individuals. How sweet is the oneness – unearth the treasure of unity.”


Not all sounds are heard by the ears. Some soothe our souls, others cloud our intentions, more pollute our sleep. Such clamors are mostly soporific and sometimes sore.

It is the absence of devoutness and our over-ambitious chattel that throw us into the inferno of voracity. We need to look beyond this ravenous race of gain and grant! Just to spend a few moments with ourselves and look inward.

“Spirituality has nothing to do with the atmosphere you live in. It is about the atmosphere you created within yourself.”


In the fast lane on the highway of life, we want to cross them all. At the office we try to outperform all of our colleagues. On the golf course we try to birdie every hole. The desire of being on the top lives in all of us. The size of the wish list itself produces a considerable noise. Noise of dreams, nightmares and reveries is another chapter in the anecdote of noise.

In the universe that was made out of nothing, noise is the proof of existence. In the stillness of death, the noise of breath is a reference to life.

Haider Ali Atish a legendary poet in Urdu,

“بڑا شور سُنتے تھے پہلو میں دل کا

جو چیرا تو اک قطرہِ خوں نہ نکلا”

“My heart made a lot of noise while in my chest, there was not even a drop of blood in there upon opening.”

Sound, the basic ingredient of noise, is not always unpleasant. Mostly it represents greetings, joy, hilariousness, like in concerts and gospels. Let’s arrange a party, a seance, or a karaoke.

Let’s make noise that our hearts stir. Noise is not what you make; noise is what you are. May be the most noisy fellows across universes.

“Feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and begin the noise.”






Ahsan Jamil 

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



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It was Sunday, the roads were empty and George Washington Bridge was enjoying the rarity of less traffic. We cruised so smoothly all through the journey to reach at Trump Golf Links at Ferry Point within no time. Having empty roads in the New York City area is a luxury so is playing golf at Trump links. We enjoyed it all. In the crew were two dear friends from childhood. Instead of my writings today I am presenting lyrics of Rumi that are about friendship. 

“Give the beautiful ones mirrors, 

and let them fall in love with 


That way they polish their souls 

and kindle remembering in others. 

A close childhood friend once came 

to visit Joseph. They had shared the 

secrets that children tell each other 

when they’re lying on their pillows 

at night before they go to sleep. 

These two were completely truthful 

with each other. 

The friend asked, “What was it like 

when you realized your brothers were 

jealous and what they planned to do?” 

“I felt like a lion with a chain around 

its neck. Not degraded by the chain, and 

not complaining, but just waiting for my 

power to be recognized.” 

“How about down in the well, and in 

prison? How was it then?” 

“Like the moon when it’s getting 

smaller, yet knowing the fullness to 

come. Like a seed pearl ground in the 

mortar for medicine, that knows it will 

now be the light of the human eye. 

Like a wheat grain that breaks open in 

the ground, then grows, then gets 

harvested, then crushed in the mill for 

flour, then baked, then crushed again 

between teeth to become a person’s 

deepest understanding. 

Lost in Love, like songs the planters 

sing the night after they sow the seed.” 

There is no end to any of this. 

Back to something else the good man 

and Joseph talked about. 

“Ah my friend, what have you brought me? 

You know a traveler should not arrive 

empty handed at the door of a friend 

like me. That’s going to the grinding 

stone without your wheat. God will ask 

at the Resurrection, ‘Did you bring Me 

a present? Did you forget? Did you think 

you wouldn’t see Me?’ 

Joseph kept teasing, 

“Lets have it. I want my gift!” 

The guest began, “You can’t imagine how 

I’ve looked for something for you. 

Nothing seemed appropriate. You don’t 

take gold down into a goldmine, or a 

drop of water to the Sea of Oman! 

Everything I thought of was like 

bringing cumin seed to Kirmanshah where 

cumin comes from. 

You have all seeds in your barn. You 

even have my love and my soul, so I 

can’t even bring those. 

I’ve brought you a mirror. Look at 

yourself, and remember me.” 

He took the mirror out from his robe 

where he was hiding it. 

What is the mirror of being? 


Always bring a mirror of non-existence 

as a gift. Any other present is foolish. 

Let the poor man look deep intogenerosity. Let the bread see a hungry 

man. Let kindling behold a spark from 

the flint. 

An empty mirror and your worst 

destructive habits, when they are held 

up to each other, 

that’s when the real making begins. 

That’s what art and crafting are. 

A tailor needs a torn garment to 

practice his expertise. The trunks of 

trees must be cut and cut again 

so they can be used for fine carpentry. 

Your doctor must have a broken leg to 

doctor. Your defects are the ways that 

glory gets manifested. Whoever sees 

clearly what’s diseased in himself 

begins to gallop on the Way. 

There is nothing worse 

than thinking you are well enough. 

More than anything, self-complacency 

blocks the workmanship. 

Put your vileness up to a mirror and 

weep. Get that self-satisfaction flowing 

out of you! Satan thought, “I am better 

than Adam,” and that *better than* is 

still strongly in us. 

Your stream-water may look clean, 

but there’s unstirred matter on the 

bottom. Your Sheikh can dig a side 

channel that will drain that waste off. 

Trust your wound to a Teacher’s surgery. 

Flies collect on a wound. They cover it, 

those flies of your self-protecting 

feelings, your love for what you think 

is yours. 

Let a teacher wave away the flies 

and put a plaster on the wound. 

Don’t turn your head. Keep looking at 

the bandaged place. That’s where the 

light enters you. 

And don’t believe for a moment 

that you’re healing yourself.”


— Mathnawi, I, 3150-3175, 3192-3227 

Version by Coleman Barks 

(Developed from the translation by Nicholson) 

“The Essential Rumi”

Trump Links Golf @ Ferry Point



Ahsan Jamil 

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



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How Old Are You

“My place is the Placeless; my trace is the Traceless:

This is neither body nor soul, for I belong to the soul of

the Beloved. I have put duality away, I have seen that

the two worlds are one: One I seek, one I know, one I see, one I call.”

— Rumi

The James Webb Space Telescope recently has opened doors to the possibility of answering questions that are as old as humanity itself—if not even more ancient. The telescope is trying to observe an unimaginable phenomenon, almost going back to the beginning of the universe. Scientists are anxious to see as far back as the Big Bang and beyond. They are getting more impatient by the hour, as Webb’s observations have revealed pictures of the galaxies that are almost thirteen billion years old.

Time travel is a lingering romance of the scientific community, and scientists have developed a way to peek into the distant past and more. Man’s belief and imagination have gone through these distances and even further, time after time. Humans have claimed to have revelations from the skies and outer worlds. 

Those messages came through holy persons. Part of those messages narrates that everything was created from nothing. Some holy people have claimed the universe was made in seven days and seven nights, and that, ever since then, the universe has been expanding. 

They already claim that the angels come to the earth from extraterrestrial horizons. Their holy books witness the presence of worlds like heavens and hells. They already believe in the soul and in spiritual journeys. They also accept the existence of spirits, giants, witches, and fairies.  

“In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth” (Gen. 1:1, NRSV alternate reading). God speaks, and things come into being that were not there before, beginning with the universe itself. Creation is solely an act of God. It is not an accident, a mistake, or the product of an inferior deity, but the self-expression of God.

They believe their souls were present in some outer world before they were injected into their bodies. They believe that their forefather and mother—namely, Adam and Eve—were sent to the earth from another world. 

“You are as old as the universe, because matter can not be created or destroyed. In the deepest level, you are the universe experiencing itself.”

— Astrovia 1 @ instagram 

They further believe that their souls travel to somewhere in the skies after their deaths. They think their stay on earth is a stopover in the grand arrangement of the journey of their souls. 

بلھے شاہ اساں مرنا نہ ہی گور پیا کوئی ہور

“I am not dead, it is merely my body that rests in my grave.”

They believe angels can travel faster than light and black holes. Yes, science is trying to see the universe and its dwellers physically. Scientists are trying to find worlds like earth containing life as it exists on earth. 

The extraterrestrial horizons and their residents may not need oxygen or water. They may not need to feed themselves with carbs and proteins. 

The capacities of the JWST and of similar inventions might find something that initially existed in our holy scriptures or in our beliefs. In the meantime, we can read more about physics, astronomy, and math. We can be patient and make each other’s lives peaceful and prosperous. And there’s no better way to begin than by sharing smiles with each other. 

“Smile is a moment when the soul and body are in complete harmony.”

Ahsan Jamil 


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Golf in Empire State

“Give me golf clubs, fresh air and a beautiful partner, and you can keep the clubs and fresh air.”

Jack Benny

The blue sky, dense and leafy trees, lush green grass, the breathtaking duet of the perennial and yarrow, and the recurring appearance of the purple admiral make walking on the fairways equal to a Babylonian stroll. The melodies of the blue jays and northern cardinals, as well as the guest appearances of the white tailed deer, add more to the summer greetings of the golf avenues of the Empire State. Oh! how can I forget to mention the repercussions of the invites and smiles of the cart girls. The greasy aroma of the Corona and thirsty burbling of colorful Gatorade add another level to North American golfers’ experience. There are very few golf courses where golfers can escape the white fleet of swans. Many golf courses hire dogs to clear swan poop. Turkey also ambulate on the fairways every now and then. Sometimes a peeking fox or a determined turtle also graces the occasion. Rabbits, raccoons and squirrels are frequent spectators, and rarely snakes would appear to warn the golfers to stay on the fairways. I am sure there’s much more in those woods, but I wouldn’t follow them there.

“When you feel a peaceful joy,

That’s when you are near the truth.”


Branded attire, fashionable shades, bot carts, expensive rangefinders, DMDs, smartphone apps, and golf watches are more essential than the wedges. Some even smoke cigars to give their shots more executive looks. Like most other things, golf in New York is also by appointment. You just can’t walk in with your bag on your shoulders. Caddies are a rare luxury, and cart rates are no less than Uber. 

Shanks and slices are an international phenomenon that knows no geography. Miss hits, overthinking, and bad tempo are common in all continents. The mistakes of golf are beyond racial discrimination. All of these things don’t matter if you would pay attention to what else is going on at the golf course. 

New Yorkers spend more time looking for each other’s stray balls than on the fairways. Music in the carts, laughter at the fellow golfers’ mistakes. The sweet and sour four-letter words “f—k” and “s—t” are widely administered on the course. The off-course utilization of these two words is also welcomed. 

A few other four-letter words—“well done,” and “good shot”—are also used frequently. The flights in North America mostly form the perfect rainbow of multiculturalism. If New York was a melting bowl of difference, its golfers were the stew it made. The acceptance of all genders and of transgender people is admirable. Blacks, whites, browns and yellows! Chirstians, Jews, Muslims, Hindus, Buddhists, atheists, all in the pursuit of pars and birdies, playing in complete harmony.  

“We are the world, oh,

There’s a choice we’re making

We’re serving our own lives

It’s true we are making a better day

Just you and me.”

Lionel Richie / Micheal Jackson


Ahsan Jamil

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