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Morning with Golf

  • In Golf We Trust
    The cool breeze makes the morning of an October a bit chilly yet my enthusiasm to play scratch today keeps me warm. The course is mystifying, dewdrops in the fairway are intoxicating and trees are already in a welcoming mood with open arms.  In a beautiful golf attire with an envying Taylormade M6 kit, in the presence of a credible caddie and sun ready to rise in the background, I am all set toContinue reading “In Golf We Trust”
  • Neighborhood of The Milky Way
    The night is dark, the moon is missing, stars rule the sky tonight, and the Milky Way glitters in full.  When I bring my eyes back to earth, another constellation sits in my neighborhood as well. As a matter of fact, I am a part of this twinkling world at the moment. This is a hilltop village of the world famous Bhurban valley at 6500 ft. above sea level, called “ Aliyot.” The spreadContinue reading “Neighborhood of The Milky Way”
  • Off to Golf
    It’s not easy to get up so early in the morning, especially on a darling day like Sunday. A day that is made to do things you wanted to do all week but you couldn’t or to do things that you wouldn’t do all week. Sleeping is a priority among them. All retirees who remind the sun to rise every day sleep late on Sundays. They leave the sun alone at the mercy ofContinue reading “Off to Golf”
  • Racing with the Dream Catcher
    The sun had dimmed, twilight unfurling, traffic was bumper to bumper and I was in no rush to reach Lahore; my hometown almost 400 km to the south. The Lahore-Islamabad motorway is a marvel of Pak- Korean engineering collaboration. That makes the cruise between the two cities a fun drive. Tonight, a beautiful traveler was in celestial pursuit of my cruiser; determined to smile and shine. It was a sky rider on the move.Continue reading “Racing with the Dream Catcher”
  • Routine
    All of us humans are in a hurry, even in our sleep. We sprint through the shower, get ready quickly, have instant breakfast, rush out of our home, and try to reach the office within no time. Spending each moment of our life to get to the next one. We deny the now, wishing for a better then. Are we leading a life or just hustling through it? Why are we always wasting theContinue reading “Routine”
  • I’d Love To Lose
    Of course I wanna win in all walks of life nonstop, repeatedly. Players play to win, to stand out, to shine and to attain the spotlight. The gloat of standing on the podium even for a few seconds, makes me exercise, practice and sweat. I do push ups when others sleep. I jog while friends gulp beer. I net practice and my roommate goes clubbing. I diet where siblings pounce on pizza. I sleepContinue reading “I’d Love To Lose”
  • Rain
    Rain ruins the golfers routine; but it is an unavoidable and pleasant reality. Rain in different cultures is associated with different taboos. In some societies it is regarded as a bad portent, as they call it ‘rainy days’. In others, it is revered as a blessing. In most countries located in warm weather hemispheres, especially the subcontinent, rain is ranked with romance and joy. The weather lady on the other hand, knows it asContinue reading “Rain”
  • Clash of the Cousins
    My youngest son Qadir and my youngest nephew Mr. Sairam both are high school students and golfers in the making. They decided to play some … Clash of… Clash of the Cousins
  • Clash of the Cousins
    My youngest son Qadir and my youngest nephew Mr. Sairam both are high school students and golfers in the making. They decided to play some … Clash of the Cousins
  • Clash of the Cousins
    My youngest son Qadir and my youngest nephew Mr. Sairam both are high school students and golfers in the making. They decided to play some competitive golf, they paired with their respective coaches and announced a match. Both veterans and their students began to train at the range day and night. They exchanged idioms and traded braggings. Their excitement touched skies and their eagerness over boarded. The whole crowd in the club got involvedContinue reading “Clash of the Cousins”
  • Chinar Golf Club
    Turn after turn the hills keep appearing, ascent after ascent, heights approach one after another. Eagerness of reaching the final peak increasing by the minute and enthusiasm to step on the 11th highest golf course in the world, is very consuming. I cannot wait to hit from a tee at 6350 ft above sea level. In this round the score is no longer a priority. We just want to be there for a casualContinue reading “Chinar Golf Club”
  • Hill of the Dead
    She was still wearing stone carved bangles on her left arm although nothing remained of her but those bones. Ladies really hang on to their jewelry. Those man made rings of stone can out last many more wearers like her. What a journey of this stone. Still on display catering the same charm, performing the same duty. Making her beautiful, dead or alive or even when she is merely a skeleton.  He had aContinue reading “Hill of the Dead”
  • Unfulfilled Dreams
    In the lap of mighty mountains, among the plantations of bristlecone pine and flower beds of chiltern gentian, yellow pond lily, pyrenean buttercup, Fiordaliso, and the dominant white lily; sits a cute locality at eight thousand feet above sea level. It is called Ayubia.  It is famous for its weather, natural beauty, chairlifts, summer resorts and a cute little satellite village, Khanspur. The lush green valley is known for its unique scenery and picturesqueContinue reading “Unfulfilled Dreams”
  • Beautiful
    While I began to write on a golf tour to the textile capital of Pakistan, Faisalabad; my chauffeur’s phone rang and the tune of a folk song broke the silence in our SUV. That was his ringtone. It touched my heart. I asked him to play that song in the car via Bluetooth and YouTube.  The lyrics of Mian Mohammed Buksh a renowned Sufi poet, were sung by Sami Kanwal. It was thought provokingContinue reading “Beautiful”
  • Lahore to Lyallpur
    The veranda at Gymkhana Golf Club is where we often congregate to appreciate humor, boiled eggs, and French toasts. We flock there with full fervor to crack jokes, enjoy mockery and satire. It is where we plan the extracurricular activities of our golfing cult. The group decided to take the game to another city, through a golfing tour to Faisalabad.  We made it to Serena Hotel on the dot where a grand dinner awaitedContinue reading “Lahore to Lyallpur”
  • Royal Palm Golf & Country Club
    A beautiful canal floats through the middle of the historic city of Lahore; it is formed on the delta of Ravi. Its residents know the value of this water channel. Ornamental plantation, decorative lights, immaculately manicured green belts, and chains of flowerbeds, all add to its grandeur.  The signal-free roads on both banks of the canal take you from north to south nonstop. A herd of never-ending traffic flows there as blood flows throughContinue reading “Royal Palm Golf & Country Club”
  • Love Scares
    Whenever Dorothy comes across scorching heat, he provides a cover. She knows he cares for her, he is always present like a shadow. She wants to reveal her feelings to him and is bewildered if he will reciprocate or not. While his eyes glitter when he sees her, his lips never release the magic words she is waiting for. One day, she musters up the courage to let him know how she feels.  “EvenContinue reading “Love Scares”
  • Memory
    Today on the golf course, something was distracting me.  Once I concentrated, I realised it was the memory of a friend who has fallen ill to coronavirus and was unable to join me. This led me down a spiral of memories and I wondered what this human function is? I am pondering what is a memory and what role it plays in our lives. Memories are realities recorded in our heads. Life’s moments are fleeting,Continue reading “Memory”
  • Those Who Lose It
    Success is the most sought after commodity in all ages. It is a part of everyone who walks through the path of life. People live and die for it. Most of the hands that are held up for prayers, most of the eyes that rise towards skies, most of the hearts that beat for a wish, most minds that tabolate neurons, and most of the physical practice in the arena of struggle, seek success.Continue reading “Those Who Lose It”
  • Fall
    Golf is a great game, a wonderful ritual, and an excellent way to lead an active life. It is played in a series of beautiful gardens, in an immaculate ambiance, in sophisticated attire and with marvelous gear. However, a golfer sporadically encounters uneven roughs and unexpected injuries.  Today after the round, I proceeded towards the shoe cleaning platform to blow away grass & dust off my shoes and ankles. I had been avoiding goingContinue reading “Fall”
  • Real Estate in Heaven
    On the lap of the dark night there might sleep a bright sun. Behind the bright day there might be a moon waiting. The evening might hide a crescent in twilight. There may be worlds within tiny twinkles in the sky. A branch may hold a flower inside. A kiss may carry a disease on the lips. A hug may eradicate all the pain. Our dearest one may have the potential to hurt usContinue reading “Real Estate in Heaven”
  • What It Is And What It Could Be
    Who am I? Why am I here? Where do I come from? What is my purpose? When will I return? Whom I am to meet? How do I define myself? My mind carries these questions along, unsolved and unanswered, wherever I go. I seek answers in the bracket of faith, in the bucket of secularism, in the alleys of literature, in the court of science, in the closet of tradition, in the herm ofContinue reading “What It Is And What It Could Be”
  • Wake Up Call
    I golf daily, starting my day at dawn and I am frequently done with nine holes of golf around six o’clock in the morning. There are other early birds out there who leave their tracks on the dew and sing along the morning chirpers. I call them mist miners. How can I invocate the consecration of early morning to the sleep lovers? Its graces are countless and it has  enormous rewards.  This week IContinue reading “Wake Up Call”
  • Killer Waves
    What is more overriding, love, lover or the loved? Love is a common aspiration cherished by the most but tolerated by few. Some of us are lovers and a few are loved. The strongest argument of love is patience and the best witness of patience is a smile. Love seeks sincerity, lover looks for rendezvous and the loved prides attention.  Not all ages and lands allowed love to roam free like today’s free world.Continue reading “Killer Waves”
  • Faith and Reason
    The morning today is hot and humid. Air is thick and heavy. Weather in the nineties Fahrenheit and pollution in a city of more than fifteen million further contaminates the environment representing the trailer of hell that provides a taste of perdition. On a break of dawn like that I am headed towards the golf course, sentenced to scorch in pursuit of inebriety of the sport. Intoxication of all sorts is harmful to humanContinue reading “Faith and Reason”
  • The Grand Affair
    There is no flag to flap, no wind chime to tinkle, and no light house to point out the shore. It arrives unannounced; roars in silence, radiates in the eyes, and resides in a heartbeat. It springs smiles and it adores laughter. From writing songs to forming melodies, from speaking through flowers to glittering in the iris, it is a path camouflaged as a destination. It descends hilariously and leaves us in melancholia. ItContinue reading “The Grand Affair”
  • Piece of Peace
    Trees are tall, mountains are steep, roads are curvy, temperature is 11°c, altitude is 8630.00 ft, rain is recurrent, clouds assemble here and people are friendly. It is the one and only Changla Gali. It is the summer mansion of a very dear friend of mine Mr. Shahid Mahmood. Although it is a ritual for me to make an annual journey here, just like a bee visits a flower. I was going to skipContinue reading “Piece of Peace”
  • Golf at the Capital Hills
    Doves, Lotus, white roses, Bogan Bail, clouds, fresh breeze, singing birds, Taylormade M6 and the beautiful Islamabad Club Golf Course, what a privileged beginning of a Monday morning. In the vast valley of Margalla hills I take off on back nine at this twenty seven hole golf course. The dog leg hole number ten is a driving test. The golfer ought to hit straight, ensuring command as well as control on distance and directionContinue reading “Golf at the Capital Hills”
  • Behind the Silence
    Silence is pre-existent and eternal, all sounds are temporary and eventually end up dead. Silence is the language of the universe and the painting of eternity. It engulfs everything and speaks through time. It respects the light and loves the night. It articulates itself through flowers and smiles via fragrance, moves with colors and lives among stars. It’s a mischief of the eyes and the sparkle of the brain. It is a friend ofContinue reading “Behind the Silence”
  • In Through The Heart
    I sail with you on the ocean of my dreams  to a far away distant place of great beauty and tranquility.  where suffering and pain do not exist,  where we give praises for our joy and happiness,  where our Love interwines with Love for all things. Rumi The quality of sentimental observation grafts a poet. Narrative instinct creates a writer. Strong commitment raises a leader amongst us. Ultimate devotion buds a saint. Absolute meditationContinue reading “In Through The Heart”
  • Swing and the Java Plum
    There are days when success follows us and times when it leaves us without a prior notice. Life is a race for victory, and sometimes life runs from the winners. No one runs this marathon better than a sports man. Among sports, golf is nothing but a regular punishment with brief intervals. The golf ball is known for its willfulness, it reacts in the strangest of styles and ends up at the most peculiarContinue reading “Swing and the Java Plum”
  • The Magic of Music II
    This is the second part of my previous article: “The Magic of Music” Music is an energy that touches the soul. It’s a frisson of excitement that runs through the heart and comforts the mind. It enriches the surroundings and flourishes the atmosphere. Breads the dance and expresses the unsaid. Music translates joy and defines grief. It is a breath of beauty and praise of the beautiful. It expresses love and exhausts hate. ItContinue reading “The Magic of Music II”
  • New Social Animal
    In these unique, uncertain, and unseen times, a sense of stability is very important to maintain balance in life. It’s easier said than done. The traditional rich are falling like dry leaves and old jobs are shedding like broken feathers. Usual businesses are sinking and new complicated and strange trades are emerging. It is becoming nearly impossible to cope with changes in economic affairs and the fast pace of progress for the majority ofContinue reading “New Social Animal”
  • Moon and Monsoon
    The scorching heat of June in Lahore is driving me to make my way to the northern hills. The pandemic, however, pulls me back home. Within the family, we were divided about the decision to stay home or to go to Bhurban. In the end, logic triumphs emotion. I know clouds roam in the streets of Nathiagali and dance with pines at Bhurban slopes. What a pity to be stuck in the heat. WhenContinue reading “Moon and Monsoon”
  • Hurdles on the Course
    The poplar tree stands there alone in the midst of the eighteenth hole and invites golfers to hit it if that’s possible. Underneath it sits a wide bunker and lies a taunting moat on its right. This conifer is in straight alignment with the pin. Either we go over it or target away. The stroke index of this hole is only sixteen but this tree hides the pin and green completely. It seems thatContinue reading “Hurdles on the Course”
  • Recovery of the Swing
    I was ecstatic to resume golf as the clubs reopened after lockdown. This happiness came at a price, my game wasn’t the same anymore.  Contrary to my expectations, I returned back to the course with a beginners game, and sometimes, it was even worse than that. I believed that being back there would exhaust the frustration I had compiled within me while being stuck at home. My poor performance as a golfer was addingContinue reading “Recovery of the Swing”
  • Ring of Fire
    The Milky Way is my home while the sky is my destination. Sun oversees my day, the moon shares my pains and earth holds me tight. Mercury blinks at me from afar and Mars cordially invites me on a tour. Venus is my neighbor and Jupiter twinkles on me. We live in an exemplary harmony and in perfect peace. Some of us get mischievous at times and that is what today’s tale is allContinue reading “Ring of Fire”
  • Formation of a Flight
    The exhilarating breeze, lush green fairways and rising sun in the background form a blend of blessings in a morning already glowed with grace. As I approached the tee box, a flight (group of golf players) of three was preparing to take off. I stood there waiting for my turn. One of them innocently invited me to join them in order to complete the flight of four. I agreed in response to his goodwillContinue reading “Formation of a Flight”
  • On The Move
    This morning was fresh and warm, I enjoyed the after dawn golf in full swing. The PAF course is well manicured; it is a testimony to the zeal of the management’s neatness. Golfers don’t lose balls here unless they drop it in water or hit out of bound over the wall. On the other side of the fence is Lahore’s bustling international airport. Playing under recurring inbound flights instigate wanderers like me to getContinue reading “On The Move”
  • Responsible Resident
    I have survived many fights, both external and internal. I have been through plenty of ups and downs. I have failed and passed quite a few tests. But I have never come across anything like it. They have declared it a pandemic but many are suspicious. Doctors are dying, nurses are vulnerable, and protectors are unprotected. All precautions in the laboratories are insufficient. The plasma of the affected is more valuable than the normalContinue reading “Responsible Resident”
  • Golf Under A Scorching Sun
    I stepped on the weight machine and the increase in pounds was out of proportion. I decided to resume golf ASAP. The Golf management Committee at my regular golf club had closed the club taking a precaution in lieu of out of control virus proliferation.  My weight and coronavirus both are multiplying phenomenally.  Before nightfall I had arranged to play at PAF Sky-view Golf & country club 5:30 the next morning. I chose aContinue reading “Golf Under A Scorching Sun”
  • Ode To You
    You are in my heart, you are in my soul, you are the light in my eyes and you are music in my mind. Time stands still to peek at you and the sun burns deep inside your love. Moon weeps to come back to you and the stars shine in hopes of meeting you. Flowers bloom to make you laugh and trees twirl to appease you. Songbirds sing for your ears and peacocksContinue reading “Ode To You”
  • The Curiosity To Change
    Golf courses are open, but the aura of the game has dimmed. The weather is pleasant this June, however the pandemic seems endless. Golfers have abundant time; on the other hand they are reluctant to tee off. Gas prices have fallen to unprecedented lows still no one wants to drive. All of us have nothing to do, even so we refrain from going out. Restaurants are open nevertheless most of us are unresponsive. AsContinue reading “The Curiosity To Change”
  • Golf On The Clouds
    I am one golf junky for sure and if I call myself a golf enthusiast, it won’t do justice to my attachment for the sport. Be it junky golfers or sober souls, everyone is confined to their homes. Coronavirus pandemic has domesticated us forcibly. Once I realized that COVID-19 lockdown is not a sprint but a marathon, I decided to develop a method to golf at home. I converted my front yard into aContinue reading “Golf On The Clouds”
  • A Morning With Farmers
    It’s a great morning today, clouds have surprised us all. Dark skies and the temperature in the twenties on 6th of June in Lahore is a blessing. Super hot Jeth is covered by the roof of darkening shadows. The cool weather seems persistent this week denying the usual summer heat.  Without a roar, clouds begin to seep little rain drops in my front lawn. Trees dance in the rainfall and grass absorbs all ofContinue reading “A Morning With Farmers”
  • Sultans Of Swing
    The inspiration of today’s title is from Dire Strait’s track: ‘Sultans of swing.’ Yes we all desire to swing impressively but there is only one that can be called the sultan of swing, he is none other than the GOAT (greatest of all time), Tiger Woods.  A child called Eldrick Tont Woods aka (also known as) Tiger Woods was born on December 30th, 1975 in Cyprus California. He descends from a hoard of differentContinue reading “Sultans Of Swing”
  • Movement
    On the move is all of existence, the universes, the galaxies, the stars, the planets, the moons, the asteroids, the stones, and the dust. So is time, the millennium, the century, the year, the day, the hour, the minute, and the second. And life too is on the go, the kingdom, the phylum, the classes, the order, the families, the genus, and the species. Water is also running, the ocean, the cloud, the precipitation,Continue reading “Movement”
  • Walk Like An Egyptian
    I am the second golfer to reach the golf course this morning. While the first golfer opts to take off from the tenth tee, I choose to start from tee one. These two tees are twins sitting parallel to each other. The fellow sportsman doesn’t waste any time on warm-up and off he goes.  I, on the other hand, begin to warm up by standing on the tee while my caddie makes adjustments forContinue reading “Walk Like An Egyptian”
  • Beginning of Birth
    ‘A pretty little fairy climbing up the stem I asked, “which one is the prettiest?” She replied,  “All of them!”’ Zaria I. Jamil I am present at an orb where the orchards crave for clouds and roofs desire drops. Soil longs for thunders and deserts lust for wind. Oceans blurt storms and glaciers aspire heat. Mountains look for nimbostratus and rivers anticipate streams. The seed wishes to imbibe and buds dream for the spreadContinue reading “Beginning of Birth”
  • Golf’s Back
    This is a story of resuming golf after weeks of pause because of COVID-19.  I was the first to begin a game at 5:30AM on the day Lahore Gymkhana Club opened its doors after a long break. Playing solo on a golf course is like flying boeing 777 alone. Thanks to my co-pilot, the caddie, my speaker and iTunes I wasn’t alone at the serene, vast, and narrow series of the fairways. There wasContinue reading “Golf’s Back”
  • Memory
    Today on the golf course, something was distracting me.  Once I concentrated, I realised it was the memory of a friend who has fallen ill to coronavirus and was unable to join me. This led me down a spiral of memories and I wondered what this human function is? I am pondering what is a memory and what role it plays in our lives.  Memories are realities recorded in our heads. Life’s moments areContinue reading “Memory”
  • Effort
    We have got two shadows, one made by the light, the other by our memories. The later stays on even in dark.

In Golf We Trust

The cool breeze makes the morning of an October a bit chilly yet my enthusiasm to play scratch today keeps me warm. The course is mystifying, dewdrops in the fairway are intoxicating and trees are already in a welcoming mood with open arms.  In a beautiful golf attire with an envying Taylormade M6 kit, inContinue reading “In Golf We Trust”

Off to Golf

It’s not easy to get up so early in the morning, especially on a darling day like Sunday. A day that is made to do things you wanted to do all week but you couldn’t or to do things that you wouldn’t do all week. Sleeping is a priority among them. All retirees who remindContinue reading “Off to Golf”

Routine

All of us humans are in a hurry, even in our sleep. We sprint through the shower, get ready quickly, have instant breakfast, rush out of our home, and try to reach the office within no time. Spending each moment of our life to get to the next one. We deny the now, wishing forContinue reading “Routine”

I’d Love To Lose

Of course I wanna win in all walks of life nonstop, repeatedly. Players play to win, to stand out, to shine and to attain the spotlight. The gloat of standing on the podium even for a few seconds, makes me exercise, practice and sweat. I do push ups when others sleep. I jog while friendsContinue reading “I’d Love To Lose”

Rain

Rain ruins the golfers routine; but it is an unavoidable and pleasant reality. Rain in different cultures is associated with different taboos. In some societies it is regarded as a bad portent, as they call it ‘rainy days’. In others, it is revered as a blessing. In most countries located in warm weather hemispheres, especiallyContinue reading “Rain”

Clash of the Cousins

My youngest son Qadir and my youngest nephew Mr. Sairam both are high school students and golfers in the making. They decided to play some … Clash of… Clash of the Cousins

Clash of the Cousins

My youngest son Qadir and my youngest nephew Mr. Sairam both are high school students and golfers in the making. They decided to play some … Clash of the Cousins

Clash of the Cousins

My youngest son Qadir and my youngest nephew Mr. Sairam both are high school students and golfers in the making. They decided to play some competitive golf, they paired with their respective coaches and announced a match. Both veterans and their students began to train at the range day and night. They exchanged idioms andContinue reading “Clash of the Cousins”

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