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Morning with Golf

  • Transformation
    “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 theContinue reading “Transformation”
  • 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, ourContinue reading “Noisy Fellow”
  • Friends
    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 writingsContinue reading “Friends”
  • 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 humanityContinue reading “How Old Are You”
  • 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 theContinue reading “Golf in Empire State”
  • Dialect of Golf
    “Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.” Khalil Gibran While I was in Istanbul, I went to play golf at Kemer Golf & Country Club. It was not a short drive from my hotel at Bosphorus, but the trip was worthwhile. I felt reassured seeing that they had SIM rental clubs, since I was playing with those at home. The caddie knew no English, nor did I knowContinue reading “Dialect of Golf”
  • An Incomplete Birdie
    A passion, an obsession, a romance, a nice acquaintanceship with trees, sand and water” Bob Ryan Some thoughts in our minds come from far beyond our horizons and some grow inside our minds. Our deeds sometimes reap feelings of pride and at others, shame. We sow some seeds of good and sometimes we nourish evil. The contributions we make in this world sometimes satisfy us and other times haunt us. Tears sometimes represent joyContinue reading “An Incomplete Birdie”
  • Naked Roots
    “Whoever has seen a river doesn’t resent giving water to the thirsty.” Rumi A cool breeze dancing through the tall trees tries to win over the peeping sunlight in this dense forest. The River under these trees runs determined and confident. The strong rocks and pebbles are irrelevant to the flow of the water. They rather add to the ambiance of the River. A crowd of naked roots of the trees on both banksContinue reading “Naked Roots”
  • The Masters
    “The very center of your heart is where life begins. The most beautiful place on the earth.” Rumi While New York is known for Manhattan and its skyscrapers, the state has much more to offer than that. Most of us usually don’t get a chance to see the rest of the state. Golfers, however, tend to go deep into the countryside, where they are able to experience a different aspect of New York. TodayContinue reading “The Masters”
  • Drives in Daytona
    “Some human beings are safe havens. Be companions with them.” Rumi Although I don’t know the language of the birds yet, there is no better place than the LPGA International golf course to learn it. An orchestra of chirping followed by the hammering of woodpeckers entwines my heart and soul then and there. Waves of enlightening melody and currents of soothing rhythm invite my intellect to create lyrics for the environment. All of aContinue reading “Drives in Daytona”
  • Chasing the Wind
    A roaring wind blows through the tall trees. I stand on tee “one” waiting for the freeway to be free for my upcoming shot. One of the golfers ahead is still in my range, probably searching for his stray ball among the trees on the right. I wonder why on most golf courses in the world wind blows rightward? It’s not easy to play golf in the wind but a lighter one makes itContinue reading “Chasing the Wind”
  • Cry of a Current
    “Success is in the journey, but reward is the view from the top.” Larry Stevens In the wide world of a wild ocean a cunning current cherishes the openness of it all. A burning star in the bright sky invites the water of the current to evaporate and join a wider world up there. Melodious air runs in between and offers the vapor a ride on its wings. Intoxicated by the heat, fumes ofContinue reading “Cry of a Current”
  • The River
    It was a sunny day. A warm breeze was trying to announce the arrival of summer. I was lying in a hammock among tall pines on the bank of a melodious river. Sidney Sheldon’s Windmills of the Gods was open on my phone. where it read,  “Just remember, when someone has an accent, it means that he knows one more language than you do.” Of course there are many accents and dialects across theContinue reading “The River”
  • The Fall
    “When the world pushes you to your knees, you are in the perfect position to pray.” Rumi The rising stars, soaring birds, mountain climbers and growing trees, golfers seldom look downward. Their rise is what matters to them. The fact is! What goes up comes down. Most of world history is just a book of the rise and fall of races, religions, empires and historical figures. Kingdom formed and lost. In most stories ofContinue reading “The Fall”
  • The Leap Forward
    Near the historic vicinity of Garhi Shahu, Lahore, there stands a tall communication tower loaded with satellites linked to various companies. Close by, a glorious minaret of Shalimar Garden burns in anger. It objects to the presence of the ugly communication tower. The communication tower has no architectural value. Rather, it tries to undermine the articulation of the garden.   Although the distance between the aforementioned minaret of Shalimar Gardens and the communication tower isContinue reading “The Leap Forward”
  • I know
    “I am not a body with a soul, I am a soul that has a visible part called body.” Juvairiya Adam We are living in an era of information and communication. We know too much. They all carry encyclopedias in their palms and libraries in their pockets. You name it, they know it. Their high-tech life, infotech upbringing and extraterrestrial plans are a means to creating a host of innovations & endless creations. TheyContinue reading “I know”
  • Hometown
    “It is the possibility of having a dream come true that makes life interesting.” Paulo Coelho In the city of Gujranwala there are more bridges and underpasses than there are traffic lights. The city has both bypasses and overhead flyovers, yet the traffic moves here like the tangled knots of a thread. Crawling through the tide of vehicles, we finally arrive at Gujranwala Golf Club. Tucked away from the GT Road, it sits onContinue reading “Hometown”
  • Spider’s Tree
    On the 16th tee box of Lahore Gymkhana Golf Course, I noticed some tiny webs draped on a naked shrub. This tree is Capparis decidua, commonly known as karira. In the subcontinent its fruit is used to make pickles. Unfortunately the tree was totally winter ridden, and on top of that, a bunch of spider webs were mushrooming on its branches. In the absence of leaves, the webs were trying to fill the gaps.Continue reading “Spider’s Tree”
  • Beyond Fog Lies Lahore
    Weather conditions have a strange relationship of love and jealousy with me, yet I try to keep a positive attitude towards them. Through most of my trip to the states, temperatures remained at minus. On my wedding day a strong wind arrived uninvited, and a flood stalked me on my honeymoon. I have an eloped relationship with rain, but thunder keeps hunting the bounty. Golf, travel and shades strongly resent my love affair withContinue reading “Beyond Fog Lies Lahore”
  • New Year’s Eve
    Leaving Manhattan on New Year’s Eve can be depressing, but this year it turned out to be a great move———and I was looking forward to it. My son had made a reservation at a golf resort at Absecon near Atlantic City. The villa at Marriott Fairways was comfy and loaded. They claim to have seven affiliated golf courses. Despite it being December & January. the weather was touching double digits in degrees Celsius. IContinue reading “New Year’s Eve”
  • Tarrytown
    “When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” Rumi At a pandiculation from skyscrapers of New York City, under the shadow of the magnificent Mario Cuomo Bridge, on the eastern shoulder of the mighty Hudson River, sits a cute little town called “Tarrytown.” Today I happen to be in this area that was once the valley of Tappan Indians. This valley is known as Tappan Zee.Continue reading “Tarrytown”
  • Soil, Soul & Spoil
    “When I realized Joy and Gratitude were closely connected, I ramped up my gratitude. It made all the difference.” M. R. Dickinson   Smog to clog, environment to employment, social distances to marital separations, traffic jams to mental blocks, and a whole lot more create hurdles in our routine. Though we may encounter many speed breakers, curves, slopes, and rivers that slow us down on the highway of life, life goes on, and so doesContinue reading “Soil, Soul & Spoil”
  • The Flight Beyond
    “Mysticism is a possibility in every human being’s life. It just demands attention, involvement, dedication and commitment.” Sadhguru  Today we are on a flight of four. Two young, two seasoned. The youngsters are determined to beat the old. And the aged are strategizing to survive. The course is equally challenging for both. This flight takes off on time; meanwhile, a Boeing 777 is approaching the adjacent airport. Gliding over the golfer’s heads, the planesContinue reading “The Flight Beyond”
  • Coffee at the Veranda
    A cool breeze is pervading my sweater and a light mist is attempting to dominate the rising sun. The red globe is in no mood to oblige the fog. A beautiful pink rose has opened its petals wide to auspiciously receive the warmth of the rising star in full swing. Small dew drops on its petals glowing like little diamonds. They further invite the red star to help them evaporate once more, so theyContinue reading “Coffee at the Veranda”
  • Bunker to Bunker
    “Golf without bunkers & hazards would be tame and monotonous. So would life.” B. C. Forbes On a smoggy November morning I am heading towards P. A.F Skyview GCC at 6:30 am. My flight is already waiting at the first tee of front nine. The chauffeur, who is also my caddy, is jamming on Nusrat Fateh Ali’s tunes & my head is humming on the beats of Tabla & Sarangi. I am happy asContinue reading “Bunker to Bunker”
  • Bridges of the 9th Green
    “As you start to walk on the way, the way appears.” Rumi We enter tee No. 1 at P.A.F Skyview GCC Lahore via a wooden bridge. Once we cross this beautiful bridge, we are welcomed by a beautiful, yet narrow and difficult, course. Take my word for it! I would add that the round at this club is undoubtedly a steeplechase. The designer of this club must have been an equine and agile player.Continue reading “Bridges of the 9th Green”
  • Day Dreams
    In the lap of a velvet bed. In the comfort of a silky blanket. On the fluff of a feather pillow. Under the pale light of the night bulb. I am sleepless. My brain is working overtime. But in this sleepless state, how can I avoid disturbing others? I’m already done with ‘The Archer’ by Paulo Coelho. I have surfed the entire internet, and my eyes can no longer stand the virtual tour. ButContinue reading “Day Dreams”
  • The Great Pyramid
    “The moon stays bright when it doesn’t avoid the night.” -Rumi Since the beginning of their conscious life, Homo sapiens have been building monuments for different purposes. Most of the structures were built as the shrines or houses of the holy. Kings and queens lived in monumental palaces, and their armies built forts for their protection. Some structures were built for belief, some for materialistic reasons, and others on the grounds of superstition. AContinue reading “The Great Pyramid”
  • Tree Swing to Golf Swing
    “A golf swing is a collection of corrected mistakes.” Carol Mann I have been trying to improve my golf swing for years but to no avail. They say with practice our muscles remember the moves. I doubt it. Golf swings are moves that even the brain refuses to memorize, much less the muscles. Just like the twists of a blonde’s braids, the golf swing has its own strands. The world is constantly in motionContinue reading “Tree Swing to Golf Swing”
  • The Clandestine Gamblers
    Golf & Country clubs in Pakistan are mostly member based entities. The elite and privileged class utilize these facilities at their leisure, and they are a great source of employment as well. Many sorts of people walk on the fairways. Course maintenance staff, midway hut butlers, managerial wizards, course marshals, and more. They all keep the ship running to facilitate the golfers. Perhaps every entity is an engine, some comes as metal, but othersContinue reading “The Clandestine Gamblers”
  • The Flight
    “Once you learn to function at the peak of consciousness, everything will become a play.” Sadhguru I sent an invite on a WhatsApp group of golfers at PAF Skyview Golf Club Lahore last night. Within no time, a flight of early birds was formed for a post-dawn takeoff. I booked a caddy courtesy of the internet and allied services. Most things can be done on the phone and usually without speaking a single word.Continue reading “The Flight”
  • Tabla and Claps
    “We rarely hear the inward music, but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless.” Rumi There is no better beat than the heartbeat of a mother. Like the waves wrapping around you. There is no better song than the prayers of a father. His heart hugging you with his harmony. The mothers’ lullabies and fathers’ cradle songs that we grew up with are true music. They touch us in a way no other music can.Continue reading “Tabla and Claps”
  • Bridge May Ice
    “Once you conquer your selfish self, all your darkness Will change to light.” Rumi When the yawns of humidity and cooler heat of pre-winter, meet in the lap of a September morning, everyone can sense that autumn is just around the corner. When the lush green leaves begin to form a botanical rainbow, one instinctively knows they’re about to fall. When the moisture from the air begins to yield and dryness dominates, it’s understoodContinue reading “Bridge May Ice”
  • Mist or Mystic
    “Your whole idea about yourself is borrowed- – – – from those who have no idea who they are themselves.” Osho His name is Mike, and they call her Jasneet Kour. I am Ahsan, and the anchor on TV is Wolf Blitzer. Is this how it really is? Are all these people merely those names? Or is there something more than a name attached to every one of us?  Sometimes I wonder who IContinue reading “Mist or Mystic”
  • Dewy but Humid
    “The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart.” Rumi  On this humid and oppressive morning in August, breathing itself seems to require effort. The leaves are still and the birds are silent. There is no one at the green fee counter. The golf course is empty and the tees are waiting to be struck. I am strolling gently along the paved path leading towards tee box one. Only the dim overhead light,Continue reading “Dewy but Humid”
  • The Stones of Bagram
    “It is better to discuss things, to argue and engage in polemics than make perfidious plans of mutual destruction.” Gorbachev Stone is a vital ingredient in the making of planet earth. It adds to its glory and provides it peaks & heights. The unique Inhabitants of this magnificent star have strong ties with stones. They have been living in the shelter of stones forever. From stardust to Stonehenge, from caves to counties, the humanContinue reading “The Stones of Bagram”
  • Reshma
    “What a joy, to travel the way of the heart.” Rumi On a flight from Boston to Istanbul, I try to update my playlist on the Apple Music app. I am going through my music library to keep the deeper music and shed the temporary hits. I have already worked my way through Junoon’s ‘Sayonee,” Rabbi Shergill’s “Bulla ki Jana,” Hadiqa’s “Kamli,” Ali Sethi’s “Khabar- E-Tahayyur,” and a whole lot more, when all ofContinue reading “Reshma”
  • The Mewing of a Gray Catbird
    “Every morning starts a new page in your story. Make it a great one today.” By Doe Zantamata  Good morning to you all. I am writing this blog at 5:21 am, sitting before a wide window that opens to the whole wide road in front of the house where I’m staying. My eyes are treated to the lush lawns gracing this beautiful morning with their emerald hues and sweet scents. A cat meows byContinue reading “The Mewing of a Gray Catbird”
  • Gimme
    “A ‘gimme’ can best be defined as an agreement between two golfers, neither of whom can putt very well.” Anon  People from all walks of life seek relief through certain concessions. Golfers assume that any golfer can putt from a short distance, so they declare it a putt when the ball nears the hole. It is called a ‘gimme.’ It’s not always a concession; mostly, it’s used to pace up the flights. In otherContinue reading “Gimme”
  • 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 theContinue reading “Fairways”
  • 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 schemeContinue reading “No Caddies”
  • 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,Continue reading “Dream Chaser”
  • 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 mindContinue reading “That White Sand”
  • 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 andContinue reading “Till the Next Round”
  • 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’sContinue reading “The Tale of the Two Eagles”
  • 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 lookedContinue reading “One”
  • 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 keepContinue reading “The Shadows Are Taller”
  • 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.Continue reading “The Games”
  • 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 ofContinue reading “Sweethearts Seek Sweets”
  • Nest
    “Trees are poems that earth writes on the sky.” Khalil Gibran  When I saw a large beehive hanging from a tree at the ninth tee box at Gujranwala Golf Club, I felt a chill in my stance that the backswing might disturb bees in their home. My ears shivered to the slight buzz in the air, the wind whistling itself into me. And you know what bees do when they are angry, and justContinue reading “Nest”
  • A Parable of the Golf Ball
    “I am the dust in the sunlight, I am the ball of the sun . . . I am the mist of morning, the breath of evening . . . .  I am the spark in the stone,  the gleam of gold in the metal . . . .  The rose and the nightingale  drunk with its fragrance.  I am the chain of being,  the circle of the spheres,  The scale of creation,  theContinue reading “A Parable of the Golf Ball”
  • Birdies, Bogeys and Bunkers
    In the name of golf, I solemnly admit that I have cheated myself in recording my scores on the Golfshot app repeatedly. Despite such efforts, my handicap and my average score prefers to cling to the roof.  This wonderful game is really made for wonders. My bunker shots usually insist on keeping the ball sandy. In case the ball leaves the green side  bunker, it would wander like a zombie, leaving me with aContinue reading “Birdies, Bogeys and Bunkers”
  • Just The Two Of Them
    “Reason is powerless in the expression of love.” Rumi A couple of pigeons sat on the v shaped stem on the top of a tree. I guess they appreciated the warmth of an April morning. My tee shot landed behind that tree in the rough. I got there to plan my approach shot from the rough near that tree. The sun on the other hand tried to complement us all supportively. I didn’t wantContinue reading “Just The Two Of Them”
  • Rain Drops Keep Falling On My Head
    “Without the frown of clouds and lightning, the vines would be burned by the smiling sun.” Rumi  As the night began to sleep and morning was still yawning to wake, my crew mates started dropping out. WhatsApp is the most convenient way to announce the absence. I have done it many times, and it works well each time.  At the first tee of Lahore Garrison GCC, the flight was formed, and we took offContinue reading “Rain Drops Keep Falling On My Head”
  • Drowsy Dawns
    Of course! nothing beats sleeping through the morning. That’s the dreamiest part of the whole slumber. On the other hand being awake at dawn is much more satisfying. The first shot as the sunlight demarks the horizon is even more enchanting. What a beautiful spot on the canvas of the day, the dawn is? The disappearing darkness, drowsy dawn, and sleepy sparrows. The fresh golfer, even fresher ball and cold grip of the oneContinue reading “Drowsy Dawns”
  • Rocking on the High Rocks
    On a pleasant April morning, the traffic was virtually nonexistent on the Murree Expressway. The post-dawn air was crisp and the beauty of the weather was worth the uphill journey. I was quietly anticipating a great round at Chinar Golf Club. The road briskly snaked through the mountains crossing all hurdles smoothly. I cruised in my trusty SUV maintaining pace and performance. The spiritual genre of the morning music further soothed the shoofly ofContinue reading “Rocking on the High Rocks”
  • Short of Perfection
    “And still after all this time, the sun never says to earth,  “You owe me.” Look what happens with a love like that, It lights the whole sky.” Hafiz Everybody on this Earth looks for a purpose. Some seek wealth, others look for fame. Some are in search of glory, many are on the quest for knowledge. The clever look for wisdom, while lucky ones fall for love. Some stand steadfast, ready for sacrifice.Continue reading “Short of Perfection”
  • Lunch at Soan River
    On the first day of April a group of my business partners had planned a field trip for site selection for our upcoming housing project. Our cavalcade took off from Islamabad, Kenny Rogers was preaching to me, about manners of “Gambling” through my car stereo.  Cruising through the beautiful Pothohar plateau, the green and yellow landscape delivered a grand message to me. It said, “Green represented the youth, and old was represented by theContinue reading “Lunch at Soan River”
  • Mr, ABbott’s Abad
    Who can speed away from the scenery around M-1 when it takes off from Islamabad. An intersection at M-15 adds the flavor of Martian topography to the scene. The cliffs of clay make fun of the hills of stone in the area. Prior to the intersection, it crosses the mighty Indus River.  This river is known as the mother of civilizations. It reminds the modern engineers of the motorways about the architectural abilities ofContinue reading “Mr, ABbott’s Abad”
  • Dimples
    Golf balls illustrate artistic dimples that place them on the highest pedestals of beauty. There are golf balls of many colors but none beats the original white. The perfection with which it moves causes anyone to appreciate the physics behind it. But the story of dimples enters our lives much before our introduction to golf balls. Most of the babyfaces have dimples. Most get filled soon while a few do hold on to theirContinue reading “Dimples”
  • Saving The Beautiful Mornings
    Mornings are beginnings. Beginnings are births. Births are stories to be told by the future. The future is what follows the present. The present lives till the end of it all. We keep living for a tomorrow that never comes. Morning, noon, evening, night, tomorrow, and yesterday only live in the present. The past and future are pre and post-concepts of now. It is the constant thought of time moving, that makes me wonderContinue reading “Saving The Beautiful Mornings”
  • Flowers
    “An art, which has an aim to achieve beauty, is called a philosophy or in the absolute sense it is named wisdom.” Al Farabi Spring is a season when the soul of the universe smiles at us and flowers represent its beam on earth. Their unique fragrance is an epitome of paradisical inebriety. The colors of the flowers are the prayers of paradise inspiring us to make it there. The breeze that carries thatContinue reading “Flowers”
  • The Wise Old Man
    Spring is approaching fast and we have decided to take off half an hour earlier during a brief break, at the midway hut on a bright morning. It was very pleasant and we had abandoned the layers of winter clothing for a normal golf shirt. We were discussing how winter has left us for the season, when an old golfer, who still had his jacket on, intervened,  “Not before March.” he pauses before speakingContinue reading “The Wise Old Man”
  • The Fog
    February is a month that abandons the cold and welcomes the warmth, festivities and freshness into the Punjab air. Spring is a glowing season but amber dominates February. Yellow is a celebration color of this time of the year. Marigold, chrysanthemum, gutta-percha, the wild sodom apple, bindweed and the king of flowers, rose of all colors embellish the streets of the city of gardens, Lahore. Villages around here offer mustard flowers as far asContinue reading “The Fog”
  • The Floating Bubble
    Inspired by Soni Cool. A bubble may be a delicate little object but it symbolizes a mighty element: the existence. Like a bubble, life exists for a brief period. They gloat, bloat and float only to disappear in air to feed the blankness of nothingness: the nonexistence.   When one sets their eyes on a bubble, it is so tempting to hold it and preserve it forever. But alas, it is too delicate to beContinue reading “The Floating Bubble”
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  • Fast Fires
    Not all that burns is fire. Some burn in love and some burn in hate. Some burn in desire, while some burn in despair. Some burn in a relationship and some burn in separation. Some burn in success and some burn in failure. Some burn in jealousy, while some burn in flattery. Some burn in desolation and some burn in determination. The fire always breaks the routine. It creates commotion and remakes the world. Continue reading “Fast Fires”
  • A Long Trip Home
    Nothing beats great tunes, in a comfortable car, at an empty motorway, on a shining morning, under an open sunroof and a drive towards the home town. Especially when a chauffeur is driving and I am cuddled in the back seat with the remote of the car stereo in my hand. I am lost in a Punjabi folk song that shifts my mood and stirs my soul.  “Friends are losing friends” Arif Lohar  WeContinue reading “A Long Trip Home”
  • The Essence
    “Your own essence is your wealth.” Rumi.  If you look closely, you can see the intricacy of the world. In the great game of nature, everything has a purpose and we certainly have one of our own. Where the snow carries a cloud inside, and the sun burns in its own flame. The sea longs for drinking water, clouds cry to walk on the soil, gold loves a pretty neck, bread awaits the hungry.Continue reading “The Essence”
  • A Great Detour
    “We carry inside us the wonders we seek outside us.” Rumi As I fly across the Atlantic to reach a corner of the earth near Cape Cod, I think about the forefathers who migrated from Europe and made this point their home. They had no idea that they were sowing the seed of the world’s most scientific and advanced civilization. Then I think about my forefathers and what they would have thought about thisContinue reading “A Great Detour”
  • No Golf, Snow Golf
    The air this morning is sleety, ground is wet and visibility is low. Such mischievous conditions continue for the last three days. Then comes a sunny day but it is too windy to golf. Though the weather is not a dependable thing, the fact that it hinders my game is disappointing. The last few days I wasn’t doing much but playing the role of lazy bum with a sleepy head. Neither of those thingsContinue reading “No Golf, Snow Golf”
  • Roaming with the Stars
    “When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.” Rumi  One of the greatest pleasures of early marriage is early kids, they are grown up before you get old. On this sunny winter morning, I am grateful to have a round of golf with my sons. My eldest, Mr. K is a veteran golfer, playing since he was thirteen in the great company ofContinue reading “Roaming with the Stars”

Transformation

“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 andContinue reading “Transformation”

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,Continue reading “Noisy Fellow”

Friends

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 atContinue reading “Friends”

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 aContinue reading “Golf in Empire State”

Dialect of Golf

“Only when you drink from the river of silence shall you indeed sing.” Khalil Gibran While I was in Istanbul, I went to play golf at Kemer Golf & Country Club. It was not a short drive from my hotel at Bosphorus, but the trip was worthwhile. I felt reassured seeing that they had SIMContinue reading “Dialect of Golf”

An Incomplete Birdie

A passion, an obsession, a romance, a nice acquaintanceship with trees, sand and water” Bob Ryan Some thoughts in our minds come from far beyond our horizons and some grow inside our minds. Our deeds sometimes reap feelings of pride and at others, shame. We sow some seeds of good and sometimes we nourish evil.Continue reading “An Incomplete Birdie”

Naked Roots

“Whoever has seen a river doesn’t resent giving water to the thirsty.” Rumi A cool breeze dancing through the tall trees tries to win over the peeping sunlight in this dense forest. The River under these trees runs determined and confident. The strong rocks and pebbles are irrelevant to the flow of the water. TheyContinue reading “Naked Roots”

The Masters

“The very center of your heart is where life begins. The most beautiful place on the earth.” Rumi While New York is known for Manhattan and its skyscrapers, the state has much more to offer than that. Most of us usually don’t get a chance to see the rest of the state. Golfers, however, tendContinue reading “The Masters”

Drives in Daytona

“Some human beings are safe havens. Be companions with them.” Rumi Although I don’t know the language of the birds yet, there is no better place than the LPGA International golf course to learn it. An orchestra of chirping followed by the hammering of woodpeckers entwines my heart and soul then and there. Waves ofContinue reading “Drives in Daytona”

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