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