Morning with Golf
- A Cultural Odyssey through Marvelous Cuisine, Décor, and Hospitality“The heart is cooking a pot of food for you. Be patient until it is cooked.” – Rumi I write with my heart as with my pen, motivated not by rewards but by the inspiration that stirs my soul. Sometimes, the ambiance of a restaurant or other surroundings can ignite my creativity and lead me to write from a deeper place. These everyday experiences can be transformative, and I am grateful for the opportunityContinue reading “A Cultural Odyssey through Marvelous Cuisine, Décor, and Hospitality”
- The Dance of Petals: Embracing Cherry Blossoms’ Delicate SymphonyIn the realm of nature’s delicate embrace, Where spring whispers secrets with gentle grace, A spectacle unfolds, ephemeral and grand, The cherry blossom’s dance across the land. Awakening from winter’s tranquil sleep, The cherry blossom blooms, a treasure to keep, Its branches adorned with petals pure, Painting the world with beauty so sure. Like fleeting dreams on a gentle breeze, Cherry blossoms flutter, their essence to appease, Delicate petals, porcelain and fine, Carry talesContinue reading “The Dance of Petals: Embracing Cherry Blossoms’ Delicate Symphony”
- Hometown Friends“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It will not lead you astray.” Rumi Playing golf is always an entertaining and revitalizing way to spend time with friends. Recently, I had the pleasure of playing with my hometown buddies, Dr. Bhati came from Texas and Dr. Masood from Michigan, at the beautiful Glen Abbey Golf Club in Oakville, Ontario, Canada. It was a perfect day to hitContinue reading “Hometown Friends”
- Love“Only from the heart can you touch the sky?” Rumi Love, the most beautiful feeling in the world, can make you do things you never could. It can make you feel like you are on top of the world like you have found the missing piece of yourself that you never knew existed. Love can be many things – it can be comforting, it can be electrifying, it can be wild and passionate, andContinue reading “Love”
- Chip ShotPatience is not sitting and waiting, it is foreseeing. It is looking at the thorn and seeing rose, looking at the nightand seeing the day. Lovers are patient and know that the moon needs time to become full. Shams Tabrisi Golf is a sport that requires precision, accuracy, and a whole lot of patience. One of the most important shots in golf is the chip shot, which is used to get the ball closeContinue reading “Chip Shot”
- Hope“As you start to walk out on the way, the way appears.” — Rumi Very often, people give up just a few turns short of the destination, although they have already covered the more complex parts of the journey. That’s called quitting. As Vince Lombardi put it, “Winners never quit, and quitters never win.” Walking on the fairway, there will come times when continuing seems impossible. Some days, or I should say some rounds,Continue reading “Hope”
- Surfing“There is no need to control your mind. Your mind needs liberation.” Sadhguru Surfing through Facebook today, I came across this photo by Shahzeb Photography. It reminded me of a song by Led Zeppelin – Stairway to Heaven. “And as we wind on down the road Our shadows taller than our soul There walks a lady we all know Who shines white light and wants to show How everything still turns to gold AndContinue reading “Surfing”
- Wandering in Wayne“Not all those who wander are lost.” J. R. R. Tolkien Wind gusts were blowing at 26 mph. The temperature was 41°F. It was partly cloudy. The sun played hide and seek. There were no placards on the tee boxes. Nothing was clear, neither the weather nor the path. We had to guess everything. I was playing at the Preakness Valley Golf Course for the first time. It had two 18-hole golf courses: theContinue reading “Wandering in Wayne”
- Health is wealthIt was a great get-together at his house that evening. All his family and close friends were attending this party. Everyone was enjoying Kamran’s company. He was a dashing performer and amazing conversationalist. His entire family were around him. He was sharply dressed, and his hair was shimmering in gel. He was the center of attention. Kamran had been a brilliant student, created an exemplary start-up. Now he was a big story himself inContinue reading “Health is wealth”
- IdlenessWhat bores you? Sitting idle
- Spirituality Index“We do not inherit earth from our ancestors, we borrow it from our children.” Red Indian (Native American) Proverb We have many stages of growth in life, but nothing beats the season of adolescence. Like flora in spring, life at this age blooms fully. This is an age of activity, boldness, cheerfulness, dreams, dare, expectations, learning, surprises and so much more. This adorable span of growing up shines in all creations, whether flora orContinue reading “Spirituality Index”
- Golf – A winter Sport?The sun shone brightly. The temperature was 45°. I was in a sparkling mood. I set the time to 1:10 at Sunset Valley Golf Course, the only available off-season near me. I was in outdoor winter gear to challenge the steeps & slopes that were aided by the chilly winds of Pompton Plains. I had iced Americano, water, and chocolate in my hand cart. The green shades made the green valley even greener. TheContinue reading “Golf – A winter Sport?”
- Salt of the Earth“It’s not the mountains ahead to climb that wear you out; it’s the pebble in your shoe.” Mohammad Ali Logic does not live in hearts and the mind is no place for love. Passion asks no questions and reason looks for answers. A smile fills an eye and a hug doesn’t satisfy the hungry. Soil craves for seeds and the leaves don’t grow on the soul. Beauty is nothing without eyes and a fluteContinue reading “Salt of the Earth”
- In for the Moment“Only you can decide what happens in the next chapter.” Unknown Who knows what tomorrow may bring? Living in now and today is the greatest gift. A weather app can predict the temperature, a calendar can tell us tomorrow’s date, and a teacher can give homework for the next day. A boss can give us tasks and a lover can promise a future date, but everything still happens today. “Unless today is well lived,Continue reading “In for the Moment”
- Stimulation of the Simulation“Your goals, minus your doubts, equal your reality.” Ralph Marston Suitable weather is the utmost prerequisite for playing golf. This winter, I am stuck in New York. And the weather this year is unusually harsh here. That makes golfing out of the question. Although I am used to playing golf on almost frozen grounds, this year either I am feeling the effects of aging or the cold weather is more unfriendly. So the onlyContinue reading “Stimulation of the Simulation”
- Snow & SmogIt was the second Sunday of the last month of the year 2022. Without being predicted by the weather app, sleet began to fall. It gradually picked up the pace and turned into snow. From there, white flakes continued steadily for hours and hours. An unusual snowfall brings abrupt changes in activities and mood of the people. When it falls, snow comes scattered and fragile. On the ground, however, it displays enormous unity andContinue reading “Snow & Smog”
- Mystic Saturday“The work of the eyes is done. Go now and do the hard work on the images imprisoned within you.” Rilke 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, IContinue reading “Mystic Saturday”
- Changing WeathersIt’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 fiveContinue reading “Changing Weathers”
- 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 amateurContinue reading “November Golf”
- Botanical StanzaAlthough 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, multicoloredContinue reading “Botanical Stanza”
- 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 fairwaysContinue reading “Miracles in 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”
- FriendsIt 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 BirdieA 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 WindA 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 RiverIt 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 ForwardNear 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 TreeOn 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 LahoreWeather 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 EveLeaving 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 VerandaA 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 DreamsIn 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 GamblersGolf & 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 CaddiesI 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 RoundEspecially 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 SweetsThe 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 BunkersIn 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”
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