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 of the fairies and companion of lovers. 

The more we hear, the more we learn. We have all heard the famous quote, “think before you speak.” I assume it means that in case you don’t have something meaningful to say, keep quiet and do not disturb the sanctity of silence. The ones who have actual knowledge say nothing and people with no clue usually yell. A beautiful face is a silent announcement of the creator’s artistry. A blooming flower is the designer’s claim of noise free engineering. Greatness speaks through produce and wisdom answers by calmness. 

Silence is omnipresent and sound is sporadic. The loudest shouts, sharpest screams, biggest bangs, and mightiest movements merely break silence briefly. Silence is the ultimate reality of the utmost. It is the song of maturity and poem of the wise. Silently; saints worship, writers create, poets compose, diplomats abstain, politicians avoid, bureaucrats rule, and husbands survive. Quietly, sinners transgress, thieves steal, killers poison, and prisoners suffer. 

Philosophers explore unique cognition, scientists discover new realities and lovers find more angles of admiration in quietude. 

There are restrictions on thoughts and speech censorship in certain societies. Citizens have to opt silence in observation to the law of the land. Keeping quiet against our will is more than a punishment. Protests in many cases are made in silence. In some cases people choose to shut themselves up. Otherwise they keep quite involuntarily. One should always avoid silent curses. They bring downfalls of the mighty empires and gigantic oppressors. Silence should not be perceived as weakness. The wise make their moves quietly. 

Behind the veil of quietness hide volumes of tales and worlds of secrets. It holds oceans of quarrels and hurricanes of hatred. It dams floods of greed and storms of desires. It barricades wishfulness and it breeds patience. It offers peace and gives tranquility. 

Silence is a virtue that can spare us from troubles. We should know when to break silence with proper words at appropriate times. Silence protects us from revealing our weakness. I would say silence carries so much of what is unknown to us. We must be able to comprehend that before we make a move. 

I would like to rest my case in the words of Bertrand Russell,

“Everybody should be quiet near a little stream and listen.”

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Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, blogger, entrepreneur, author, poet, wanderer

Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

Website: golfaij.com

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 meditation leads to nirvana. Utmost reverence soars a believer to the herms of heavens. Deep philosophical quests introduce systems like communism and capitalism. Zealous science seekers unearth Newtonian laws. Determined sailors discover new continents.

The will to go to the stars, thrusts Neil Armstrong to walk on the moon making him the first man to land there. Consistent missionary nun becomes Mother Teresa. The  ascetic philanthropist gets pronounced to be Abdul Star Edhi. (Edhi Trust). Grand humanitarian social development entrepreneurship iconifies one to be Dr. Amjad Saqib.(Akhuwat).

 The work of these idealists is larger than life. They change the course of history and write new chapters in human heights. They see beyond themselves. They sacrifice personal gains and  prefer to give than to take. 

Such remarkable superhumans, at times faced persecution at the hands of the very society they intended to deliver good. Aristotle had to take poison for revealing the truth. Galileo Galileo was placed under house arrest for the rest of his life just for advocating the idea of a heliocentric model. Mohammad ibn Zakaria Razi, a great medical master of his times, who wrote a book that changed the concept of treatment. He was beaten over his head with his own manuscript. Consequently Razi was blinded and the world was deprived of knowledge of immense importance. Human fervor for norms and taboos is known to cause damage to their advances time and again. 

Our education, schooling and training teach us to attain more and more. The standard of success in our society is relevant to accumulation. Sometimes I wonder what this world would look like if we were raised to give than to take. What humanity could have achieved through such upbringing. The great ideas elevate us to selfless living and produce songs on unity and love. We normally disregard such noble ideas as utopian philosophy

We are the world 

Creativity is an essence of sapiens. We have reached where we are today through our ability to perceive and process. We have come far and we have universes to go. Our progress is undoubtedly phenomenal but it’s prime has yet to come. 

Good ideas will take you places.

Sometimes I just like to think,

And capture my ideas in ink.

When the pen begins to flow,

I leave my thoughts and let them go.

It’s when the mind starts to run free,

That we really do begin to see.

Our eyes are somehow opened wide,

And we are given a peek inside.

We see the place where ideas grow,

The one’s with passion we must sow.

Big ideas can give us power,

They bloom and grow just like a flower.

Tricky problems simply pop,

As great ideas take you to the top.

Don’t keep them locked up in dark spaces,

Good ideas will take you places.

-Debra Lynne Langley

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Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, blogger, entrepreneur, author, poet, wanderer,

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Website: golfaij.com

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 peculiar places. There often comes a time in golfing when we need to go back to the range, online coaching videos, and golf books to regain our swing and control. They introduce us to wonderful golf lessons, amazing techniques and marvelous formulas. We try to translate the attained knowledge at the range where it seems fine. We go home thinking, we are fit to play a resolute round. We try to mirror those lessons at the course only to lose another round again and we accept defeat shyly and shake hands with the winning player, wondering what went wrong. The next day we return to the range only to train for another failure . 

A golf shot is a coherent collaboration of the mind, body, the equipment, situation of the ball and geography of the course. Golf is more cerebral than it is somatic. It requires absolute precision, a flawless game plan and intricate course management. Carrying a range finder alone would not be of much use. 

Bobby Jones says, “Golf is a game that is played on a five-inch course – the distance between your ears.”

Contrary to popular notion, the club is not the only thing that we need to swing; we also need to swing our body. My game continually refuses to improve even though I played plenty of golf in the company of professional golfers and veteran caddies. I tried to learn the art of proper body movement but my tummy prevents me from dancing with that tune. We need to create a complete coordination between the body and the club to hit better. Body movement adds strength to the swing, giving the shot distance and speed. 

Talk of the swing and pouring rain outside of my window reminds me that July is the season of clouds and rains; the month of swings hanging from a tree and java plums in the area of the subcontinent, particularly in Punjab. 

Swing, song, romance and rain go hand in hand in these lands. The jambul is the greatest gift of the monsoon. The unique, bluest of the blue, small but mighty java plum. British call it an Indian blueberry. Unlike the evergreen jambul tree it’s java plums are short lived, but loved by all. It colors the tongue blue and makes the throat dry. Like the distinctive purple mesocarp, it’s got a taste of its own. Some of us strongly value it for health benefits. The similarity between jamun trees and golf is that their fruits are very short lived. The moments of joy in a round of golf are brief compared to the effort. 

While talking about the swings how can we leave out mood swings. 

My mood gets uplifted the moment I begin to think about golf. I am always in high spirits on the course. Bad swing, shank, landing in a bunker and hitting inside the water hazards – nothing disappoints me. There is a certain chemistry between me, the greenery and ambiance. 

Swings were a very important art in the age of the swords. Before the invention of the bullet; the world was shaped by the swinging sabers. 

We can not play any game if we don’t have courage to fail. Determination to come back and a strong will to resist failure is what sportsmanship is all about. Despair is the main ingredient of loss. Only those who wear the necklace of faith and hope do not surrender. Only they can make the comebacks. The stars with bigger stature face higher failings, many sink in the ditch of disappointment and disappear. A few face the problems head on and return to glory, thus climbing the ladder of the legend. Tiger Woods’s health failed him badly but he made a remarkable recovery both in his health and career. 

Take these broken wings and learn to fly again. As sung by Mr. Mister

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Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

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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. It is a lyric of a lover and partner of the poet, acapella of reverence and hymn of the choir. Music lives in a flute and dances on the drums. It dominates the opera and consolidates the plot of a movie. It is a mate of the dancer and language of a composer. It makes strings sing and gives melody to metal. It pronounces intimacy and energizes the audience. It brings the beat and roars the rhythm. It produces life in a word and turns a verse into a song. It unites millions and rides the air. 

It sometimes is a call of the holy or the hoot of a hip hopper. It satisfies the listener and it glooms the emotional ones.

It dwells in an artist and is an art itself. Music tunes the mind and soothes the soul. It is the inversion of notes and immersion of imagination. It is a conversation of the spirit and beem of the brain.

There are certain societies that believe in the healing properties of music. Many nations venerate music. Some attain nirvana and others achieve mystic heights through it. In other parts of the world music is a forbidden commodity, some consider it a devilish delusion to derail humanity.

Worship or sin aside, a majority of people love music. As for myself, I am a staunch music lover.

If you are looking for some gems here’s how I can help:

Peter Gabriel & Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan- Passion.

Yanni – Nostalgia

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Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, author, entrepreneur, blogger, poet, wanderer 

Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

Website: Golfaij.com

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 of us. An ever-changing working environment, unbelievable floods of inventions, and constant fear of health hazards regularly shatter minds even in the safest conditions and securest of jobs. Psychological pressure and continued anxiety breed unprecedented burdens on the already fragile social fabric. In these circumstances to remain on our feet is what matters.

We are trying to pull ourselves through these tough times, learning skills that otherwise seem out of our grasps. We trained in languages like Cobol, Python, and Java. And whatnot. Wearing weird, eating junk, singing abuses, hipsters language, and so on. Movement from jazz to pop to rock to hip hop. From uniformed and disciplinary schools to dressing half-naked with poor cleanliness. Playgrounds to PlayStations. A storm of rebellious attitude is disintegrating the culture of etiquette and manners. Staying home has become a noble gesture and looking for easy-going work is in fashion. In the old days, wise and hardworking people were those who spent their time laboriously. Workaholics that created remarkable institutions through their day and night efforts. The kind of people who were working overtime or having two or more jobs to meet their ends. And now idle and indolent who stay home are regarded as responsible citizens. See how the tables have turned.  

Anyway, this century belongs to sitters. People across the globe are working from their desks quite productively. Drones are flown from behind the bench. Cross continental meetings are held without stepping out of the room. Office work is done from homes. Can anybody comprehend where we are heading? Is this rapid change for better or worse? 

Our phones have replaced so many gadgets from our lives. The gadgets of our past lives have lost their individual identity to fit into our cell phones. 

A small pocket-sized device carries more science than the technology of the moon landing in the 60s. The mainframe computers began their journey of downsizing from room size to a desktop to laptops and into a sim card. The more computers shrink in size the more powerful they become. 

Although the pandemic has made us much more inactive and it has turned our lifestyles lifeless. Yet the idle and sluggish communities of our society are proving to be useful and trustworthy. The twenty-first century is taking us to unprecedented levels of stillness. This generation of sitters, on the other hand, is planning to reach, settle, and live on extraterrestrial destinations. It is developing hyperloop traveling tools and exploring extraordinary genetic possibilities. See how the meanings of everything are changing. 

Science and technology are already replacing our ill organs and damaged body parts with artificial instruments. Machines are almost ready to shift from our hands and pockets into our brains and underneath our skin. Technology is leaping forward at a much higher speed than our psychological, social, and legal systems. Governments all over the globe are unable to cope with miraculous and magical scientific advances. Our philosophers and clergy lack effective decrees on emerging questions like birth control and cloning. A confused common man has more mesmerizing options that are exploding around him. All of us sometimes get lost in the dilemma between right and wrong. In the end, we have no choice but to give in to new technologies eventually falling slave to new products like computers, cell phones, internet, and medicine.

Democracies that used to appease the public are now controlling them instead. The process of elections itself has fallen victim to scientific advances and gradually people are losing their faith in it. There is news of voting being hijacked from outside of borders. The fragile thread of rules, regulations, and laws is incapable to curb the hurricane of upcoming inventions. Human beings that are known to be social animals might have adapted to a new kind of socializing; one that is virtual instead of physical. 

The way to lead an ideal life is to create balance and equilibrium between stillness and motion. One way to achieve this is a physical activity that requires deep mental involvement, and what is better than golf? Golf is chess on the ground that we play on foot. 

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Golfer, author, entrepreneur, blogger, poet, wanderer 

Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

Website: Golfaij.com

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. When we have all the arrangements available to us in a much cooler atmosphere. I am already missing golf at Chinar GCC Murree. This golf course is eight thousand feet above sea level. What a unique place it is. One becomes ‘one with the universe’ in a place like that. 

It wasn’t easy to break the chains of the epidemic so the majority of our family decided to remain home. The wonderful idea of hanging on mountain tops and scenic valleys was sanitized away. This wishful plan was thrown to the dumpster like used face masks and discarded gloves. I have to settle on playing in the hot weather of the Punjab delta. 

In order to escape the heat we, the regular crew, have already come to the conclusion to begin the game early, by five in the morning. The weather app was predicting rain today. I called my caddie to begin the game by 4:30 am. So I can play a nine-hole round before the rain kicks in. A little before dawn we were at the tee. Of course, at that time it would be a solo flight since it was too late to discuss with the rest of the crew about the new take-off time. 

A refreshing cool breeze was assuasive to the soul. It was way better than man-made air conditioners. A jasmine-like fragrance was riding the zephyr adding to conforms of the special dawn. The umbrella of clouds was engulfing the morning, confiscating it’s right to shine. The moon also stayed on to welcome the monsoon rains while the sun shyly hid behind the dark clouds. Today clouds were the rhythm and drops were the dance. I was the voice, golf was the song and the course was the orchestra. The moon was the audience and the breeze was the spectator. What a morning it was. 

I could not go up the Nathiagli mountains to walk with the clouds, instead, they came to meet me. The arrival of wonderful weather opened the shut layers of my golfing mind and revealed all held back secrets to revitalize the game. I wonder how our surroundings can affect the outcome of our actions. On the same course where I was struggling with my swing for the last two weeks, I was playing fine overnight. As if that cool breeze carried golf lessons with it. 

We seek shadow in hot weather and on cold days we burn fires. A lush green tree knows autumn is coming and night waits for the day. Change is the melody of the universe and variation is its virtue. Evolution is the human understanding of nature and adaptability is their essence. Today’s rain is one of the exhibits that heat and cold are ornaments of the earth and golfer’s determination to be on the field in both cases is a display of human determination to live on it. 

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 Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, entrepreneur, blogger, author, poet, wanderer 

Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

Website: Golfaij.com

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 that the designer of the PAF Skyview golf course was in love with trees so he tried not to remove the few trees that existed there. He, on the other hand, was determined to test golfers’ patience with these gifts of nature. In the middle of the last fairway, to test the nerves of trudging golfers, he mischievously built these obstacles. Most of us are exhausted and fatigued by the time we reach up to this point. We fail miserably to meet that target. Young and veteran golfers sometimes fly their balls over it. Most of the golfers avoid playing through this trica of hurdles and aim on the left side of that combination of obstacles. I, however, foolishly am the one who keeps trying to hit over that junction of evil to no avail so far. It is beyond my driving range.

“A rolling stone gathers no moss.”

Publius Syrus 

An easy goer can’t break the status quo. No matter which ditch I land in, I will continue the hard paths. The events of the story of my life are evidence of my tough choices. 

At this stage of the game, our minds are already divided; our duty demands to finish the game and our heart desires to carry on. The idea of leaving an ambiance like the golf course to go and sit in an office capsule is daunting. But a man’s gotta do what a man’s got to do. 

Beginning a journey is the hardest part of it. It’s not easy to start something. It takes enormous effort to get up and take off. The round of golf is no different than any other journey. Usually, we get bad at the first shot that is why mulligan exists. Once we disembark the tee box, the other steps get easier, the confidence begins to add up and the beauty of the field also appears to play a role. Golf is a journey of choice and golfers love to take it time and time again. 

“What a joy, to travel the way of the heart.”

Rumi

It’s not this particular eighteenth tee where we see such challenges. It is the way the golf courses are made. The golf course is a collection of eighteen different gardens furnished with various levels of hurdles that are created by drenched ponds, sandpits, turns, difficult topography, rough areas, and tree lines. The level of difficulty of the arena is called the stroke index. The eighteen holes on a course are generally ranked according to how hard they are using the stroke index. Usually, this means that the hardest hole on a course will be index one and the easiest, index 18. But, as with many other things in golf, it is more complicated than that.

It strongly resembles our own life. Our childhood is usually in between index fifteen to eighteen, adolescence is from ten to fourteen, adulthood is five to ten, and old age is one to five, the hardest part. 

The design of a golf course is deliberately marked with interferences, hurdles, and obstacles providing players an opportunity to strategize, execute, and implement. Which is called the course management. It takes a lot of practice to comprehend and translate it into reality. That is why we claim that the sport of golf resembles the game of life. 

At this point, I will leave you with Mandy Moore “singing to the song of life.”

Have a great day.

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By Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, entrepreneur, blogger, author, poet, wanderer 

Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

Website: golfaij.com

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 adding more to this discontent. My swing was simply not there anymore. This happened for the first time since I began to play. The only source of solace I had is that I was not the only one struggling with my swing, other golfers were going through the same problem on my social media feeds. It means like the COVID-19, the issue of swing loss is also universal. 

Golf at times simply disappears on us. It hides within our thoughts and makes us wonder how much worse we can play on the field. There is no limit to how bad we can get at it. I read somewhere that, “Golf is a game where it doesn’t matter how bad you play, you still can do worse.”  

It dawns on me that it’s not my swing, but my mind that is lost. Golf, like girlfriends, doesn’t like to share us with someone or something else. It wants us to be occupied only with its affairs. Due to the pandemic, I made a habit to travel the world through my mind because I couldn’t do it on foot. Since I am a wanderer my mind often happens to be at multiple places at the same time. Thinking about writing, taking pictures, at the new golf course with new golf buddies, on top of that the stress of business and COVID -19 precautions. It kept diverting my attention recurrently. That led to my golf performance to fall in a ditch of disappointment and deterioration. I knew I had to pull myself back into the game to restore my glory at the fairways. 

Humans are a great invention; especially the human mind. It holds an unmeasurable capacity to adapt. It carries skills to compartmentalise different data and varieties of intakes. It can develop resources and resolutions as soon as you set it to the task. It only requires deep determination to resonate and resolve any issues. If you have the will to do it, your brain will make it happen. So I put my mind to the task and it quickly began to spring out results. Finding an answer is one thing and implementation is another. 

I am not a coach who can unfold scientific formulas to improve your game. I can only share my humble experience with you.In order to restore ourselves in a game, we should not yield to peer pressure and self degradation. I stopped caring where I was and who was with me in those rounds. I started to play with lower irons as soon as I realised that I had lost my swing. I only concentrated on the shot at hand, ignoring score cards and competition. The next area to pay attention was my posture, grip and placement of the club before the shot. I changed my caddie bringing in a professional one. My concentration and his assistance brought me back in the game. I am not a professional golfer. I play for the heck of it with a handicap of sixteen. I think getting back at that level is sufficient for me and I am happy with it. In short, when hard times strike in life we should align ourselves accordingly. In times of bad patches we can not hesitate to step backwards or downwards as per the demands of the hour. The adjustment according to the given circumstances is the first step towards success. 

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Ahsan Jamil 

Golfer, author, entrepreneur, blogger, poet, wanderer 

Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

Website: Golfaij.com

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 all about. 

The anecdote of the three musketeers, the sun, the earth, and the moon may be a simple family affair or they may be accommodating one another, like satellites. It might be a threefold love story or a star conference of some sort. They are always on the move. They follow set orbital routes and rotating patterns complimenting each other in a continuous game of hide and seek. Sometimes glowing their neighborhood in gleam or bright light, and sometimes making it dark like a dragon’s dungeon. The earth and the moon enjoy a variety of temperatures, both on a daily basis and annually through prolonged heat and extended cold. While the sun burns constantly to beam the universe on a wide range as far as it can reach. They dance in perfect harmony in uninterrupted speed and with total precision. The movement of the three balls: sun, earth, and moon come to an alignment once in a while. The moon in such alignment tries to steal  earth’s right to shine thus casting a shadow on it. Such an attempt by the moon is known as an eclipse. Today it is called the ring of fire, annular solar eclipse because its small size wouldn’t fully hide the larger sun. 

People have always been fascinated by the affairs of the stars. Historically people have related solar eclipses with omens in different mythologies. Some took it as a sign of death and destruction. Others celebrated it for positive purposes. Babylonian and Chinese have been predicting the solar eclipse as early as 2500 BCE. Ancient Egyptians had observed the eclipses 4500 years ago. They associated the fall and rise of the emperors and kings with it. In the era of astrological dependence, the value of such events used to multiply manifolds. The astrologers were rewarded and punished for their true and false predictions. Today’s people who travel through stars and whose voyagers are learning about the properties of these stars know that it’s nothing more than another proof of Newton’s theory of relativity. 

The first time I saw a ring of fire was in a circus, a clown crossed the circle back and forth repeatedly. Today while researching the topic I came across skaters on YouTube jumping through the ring of fire. I am avoiding writing about the scientific facts of the eclipse because all of that is already floating on the net in abundance. Rather I will stay close to the literary aspect of it.

It is not only the stars that eclipse each other. Sometimes our judgments are eclipsed with anger and greed. The other times our memories get eclipsed by amnesia. Most of the public opinion is eclipsed with propaganda and conspiracy theories. We should refrain from falling victims to all sorts of eclipses. Staying close to reality keeps our thoughts pure and clean. Just like eclipses cloud our minds, looking at the eclipse with naked eyes damages our retina causing blindness. 

All eclipses are not only lunar and solar, but they are also eclipses of heart and soul as well. Beyond the realms of science and facts, there is a certain magic about it. The sky always plays a mystical role in our lives and events up there cannot only be regarded as mere scientific facts. True or false, I would not deny my feelings about it. As James Richard Steinman

wrote, 

Every now and then I get a little bit lonely

And you’re never coming ’round

(Turn around) Every now and then I get a little bit tired

Of listening to the sound of my tears

(Turn around) Every now and then I get a little bit nervous

That the best of all the years have gone by

(Turn around) Every now and then I get a little bit terrified

And then I see the look in your eyes

(Turn around, bright eyes) Every now and then I fall apart

(Turn around, bright eyes) Every now and then I fall apart

And I need you now tonight

And I need you more than ever

And if you only hold me tight

We’ll be holding on forever

And we’ll only be making it right

‘Cause we’ll never be wrong

Together we can take it to the end of the line

Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time)

I don’t know what to do and I’m always in the dark

We’re living in a powder keg and giving off sparks

I really need you tonight

Forever’s gonna start tonight

Forever’s gonna start tonight

Once upon a time I was falling in love

But now I’m only falling apart

There’s nothing I can do

A total eclipse of the heart

Once upon a time there was light in my life

But now there’s only love in the dark

Nothing I can say

A total eclipse of the heart

Every now and then I fall apart

(Turn around, bright eyes) Every now and then I fall apart

And I need you now tonight (and I need you now)

And I need you more than ever

And if you only hold me tight (if you only)

We’ll be holding on forever

And we’ll only be making it right (and we’ll never)

‘Cause we’ll never be wrong

Together we can take it to the end of the line

Your love is like a shadow on me all of the time (all of the time)

I don’t know what to do, I’m always in the dark

We’re living in a powder keg and giving off sparks

I really need you tonight

Forever’s gonna start tonight

Forever’s gonna start tonight

Once upon a time I was falling in love

But now I’m only falling apart

Nothing I can say

A total eclipse of the heart

A total eclipse of the heart

A total eclipse of the heart

Turn around, bright eyes

We, the travelers of the stars and skies, and ancient cave dwellers, all are equally mesmerized by the beauty of the galaxies. It doesn’t matter what on what celestial body this multi-planetary explorer dwells. There will always be a sky for him or her to look at. 

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Golfer, author, entrepreneur, blogger, poet, wanderer 

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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 goodwill gesture. Courtesy demands that I should inform the gentlemen that I am an average golfer. It seemed they were not interested in playing with a professional level golfer and I would suffice. With the sun in the background, our flight took off together. We remained on the ground but the sun was ascending slowly as if it was trying to get away from the virus stricken planet. 

We developed comfortable coordination within no time. They were a nice bunch, full of laughter, open to differences and very well mannered. In response I matched their decency by impersonating a cultured golfer. The level of decency is always high in the initial flights. Gradually people uncover each other’s true colors. In most cases golf quickly nourishes workable relationships and tolerant acquaintances. While discussion during the round breeds new friendship. Golf brings people together and forms clubs within a club. The beauty of the game is that all handicappers (golfer’s numerical potential) can play against each other. This is the reason veterans and beginners play together. 

I was paired with a gentleman who liked to keep to himself. He rarely showed anxiety or excitement. He carried wits in his pocket and always kept the most relevant jokes handy. He spoke briefly in a mellow tone and was well-versed. I am also usually focused on my struggle with the swing. Given the size of my belly, body movement is an enormous effort for me at each shot. In many cases, my ballooned tummy completely disregards my attempt to make a move for a swing. It knows all this early morning exercise is intended to cut back its size. I can’t blame it because no one likes a demotion. So my golf, in true sense, is a match between myself and my enhanced stomach. 

Coming back to the game, my partner and I, both trailed along without paying much attention to the scorecard. I actually did not know the golfers in my flight well enough to judge what brought them to the golf course so early in the morning. All of them were in regular shape physically, so surely it was not their bellies that made them play, they were here for reasons undiscovered so far. It was not decent for me to be inquisitive about golfers on the course. I should’ve played my golf keeping the writer inside me in check. After all I was just a fill in the blank in the flight. The other two fellows paired together had a great combination of their own. One of them was the best golfer among us; the blind rules the sightless. The other was the youngest, he had youth and experience on his side and we on the other hand were loaded with disadvantages. I, being the deformed and oldest, got tired by the 7th hole. My partner being indifferent to the scorecard was playing at his leisure. I liked his calm and composed attitude towards golf and the golfers. It doesn’t matter who won or lost, it turned out to be a great game. The only uncomfortable aspect in that flight was the pandemic protocol. The fear of coronavirus kept us at bay. We were together but we were not. Group play is dangerous these days. 

The sun and that flight took off together, we disbanded in a couple of hours but the sun’s round would take twelve hours to complete. So long guys. I know I will meet this far away burning ball on this course tomorrow but I would like to come across these golfing stars again. 

(I conceal the identity of the three golfers in respect of their privacy.)

By 

Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, entrepreneur, blogger, author, poet, wanderer.

Email: golfaij@gmail.com

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