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. 

Credits

Instagram 

By 

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. 

Credits 

Google 

YouTube 

Wikipedia 

Pinterest 

By

Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, author, entrepreneur, blogger, poet, wanderer 

Email: Golfaij.com

Website: golfaij.com

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

Website: golfaij.com

On The Move

This morning was fresh and warm, I enjoyed the after dawn golf in full swing. The PAF course is well manicured; it is a testimony to the zeal of the management’s neatness. Golfers don’t lose balls here unless they drop it in water or hit out of bound over the wall. On the other side of the fence is Lahore’s bustling international airport. Playing under recurring inbound flights instigate wanderers like me to get into one and fly away from home. Like the migratory birds, I used to go to North America each summer but this year I am caged behind the invisible bars of COVID-19. I miss playing on the New England courses where summers are milder than Lahore. 

These days, this course is missing the descent of international airliners that used to fly over the golfers’ heads while trying to land at the adjacent airport. Since most of foriegn air traffic is on hold because of the pandemic, the skies are emptier than usual. Today I only saw one airbus inclining by. The roar of the landing aircraft untapped a sprinkler of old memories and new dreams in my mind. I am a compulsive tourist, wanderer of the world, and a traveler of the globe. A restless drifter of the continents, a backpacker by choice and rover like me can’t be stuck in one place for long. The urge to go somewhere takes over the rest of my desires. 

I came home after a good round of golf, still a part of me was looking for something more. I believe that we will overpower this virus and I will be roaming around the streets of far away cities soon. In the meantime a stanza sparkles in my mind, “not all those who wander are lost.”  I open safari to search for the rest of it;

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all those who wander are lost;

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the shadows shall spring;

Renewed shall be blade that was broken,

The crownless again shall be king.

― J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

After a great session of golf, a hot shower combined with tunes of Guns & Roses “Sweet child of mine”  makes my morning even more mesmerizing. The only thing missing now is the hot and healthy breakfast. As I entered the dining room, I saw my sunny-side up eggs glaring at me. They could see their demise coming towards them. Before I had the chance to devour them, I got a call from my office. I was informed of an urgent meeting to be attended in Islamabad, I agreed even before they finished their sentence. My excitement of traveling even to the nearest of places could not be hidden. As if, I was already waiting for the inevitability to come across my way. There it was knocking at my door, eager to fall into my lap. I didn’t get on a plane like I wished this morning, still I was on the road, on the move. 

Paulo Coelho describes this situation best, “When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you achieve it.” 

Journeys are not sheer travels, sometimes they are spiritual and internal. A journey of the soul is a walk you take alone, to find who you are, what your problems are, and to become one with the universe. This is an adventure that you go through by yourself. It’s purpose is not to find answers, rather it is about asking questions. It sometimes is like a cacti’s journey; without water, without fertile soil in vast meaningless sand, it grows, survives and flourishes. Other times it resembles the life of lichen that sprouts from snow and ice. 

We cannot lead our lives merely on wishes and comforts. There are times when the going gets tough. People who remain composed in the face of failures or victories alike are the actual winners. Those who stay grateful even in scarcity or in affluence are the true travelers of life. 

Some travels are made from inside of a prison cell like Nelson Mandela’sMother Teresa took her selfless tour of passion and presence. Abdul Satar Edhi created a world’s largest web of ambulances to protect life. Forrest Gump ran in search of the soul. Christopher Columbus sailed to discover new continents. Neil Armstrong rocketed to reach the moon. Malala Yosafzai made a fatal journey for females’ right to education and Greta Thunberg’s voyage to save the earth are a few expeditions to consider. Life itself is a journey, we keep going nonstop to destinations unknown. A seed also begins its growth from under the soil, where it’s sowed, to transform into a grand tree only to fall back on the earth to be buried again. No matter what form of a journey we choose to take, we ought to go somewhere. Idleness is lifelessness. Movement itself is the sign of life. 

Credits 

Google  

By

Ahsan Jamil 

Golfer, entrepreneur, blogger, poet, author, wanderer 

Email: golfaij@gmail.com

Website: golfaij.com

Responsible Resident

I have survived many fights, both external and internal. I have been through plenty of ups and downs. I have failed and passed quite a few tests. But I have never come across anything like it. They have declared it a pandemic but many are suspicious. Doctors are dying, nurses are vulnerable, and protectors are unprotected. All precautions in the laboratories are insufficient. The plasma of the affected is more valuable than the normal blood. No place is safe and no one is immune. Homes, localities, towns, cities, countries, continents and from hilltops to oceans, the disease is omnipresent. It’s unseeable, unfeelable, inaudible, and unrecognizable. It has no taste and no color. It’s a killer among us that kills from within. 

I have been trying to refrain from writing about COVID-19 but it has exponentially prolonged that it has become impossible to remain silent. You may regard this writing as my attempt to protest against this oppressor. 

What can we do about it, how do we escape or evade it, where can we be safe? We are still in search of answers about this horrible invader. We hear hundreds of experts, obey government instructions, live in lockdown and observe curfews. We unwillingly stay away from our elders in their most needful days. We keep a safe distance and follow quarantine. We have closed schools, worship homes, malls, restaurants, cinemas, clubs, playing ground, parks and locked ourselves in homes. Yet it goes on proliferating, unstoppably. 

We have heard and watched so many medical, religious, social and all kinds of sermons about it. Special recipes of homemade cures flood our social media. The talk show hosts exceeded their roles overnight turning into pundits on viral diseases. So-called doctors are even calling it a conspiracy, others are giving birth to strange theories of their own. UFO (Unidentified Flying Objects) enthusiasts suspect it to be an aliens’ intervention in earthly affairs. 

 In the meantime it continues to creep in closer and nearer to us; in our state, in our city and then in our street. After seeing it in our backyard, most of us now begin to treat it as a reality. It is real and it is here. 

In the initial weeks, we dealt with it like sweepstakes holidays. We began to enjoy a calendar full of free days. Cook food of our tastes. Get glued to Netflix and HBO. Spend hours in our studies. Watch favorite matches that we have missed. Have great family time. As our intake of news, television, and social media increases, so does the anxiety. They say bad times do not come alone. With it arrived a flood of economic stress, unemployment and joblessness. The worst stricken are daily wagers and small business entrepreneurs, the business of rental income and the services industry. 

Consequently, this pandemic has sprung threats at all levels and from different angles. It resembles menace to sinners and pious alike. The rich and the poor, white and black, young and aged, all are its victims. 

I would like to request my self-proclaimed messiah friends to stop flooding our phones with herbal remedies. I want to inform them that the cure does not lie in fennel seeds or basil leaves like they broadcast on a daily basis. 

Instead of wasting our time to look for solutions for the disease, we should leave that work to the professionals. I think we can stick to the protective protocol, enforce it in our surroundings and start to live an active life within the limitations of the new normal. We can encourage our neighbors and dear ones to strictly abide by the COVID-19 instructions at all costs for our joint welfare. We must learn to live with it while our scientific brethren are working hard to come up with a vaccine. We should do our part to keep society afloat as responsible residents. I don’t think we can do anything more than that. Here are few guidelines by CDC USA, more like that are available online. 

COVID-19 rules golf guidelines 

USGA 

Protesters and political gatherings 

Washington post

Religious organizations

CDC.govt 

Travel & vacation 

Forbes.com 

By 

Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, entrepreneur, blogger, author, poet, wanderer 

Email: golfaij@gmail.com

Website: golfaij.com

Golf Under A Scorching Sun

I stepped on the weight machine and the increase in pounds was out of proportion. I decided to resume golf ASAP. The Golf management Committee at my regular golf club had closed the club taking a precaution in lieu of out of control virus proliferation. 

My weight and coronavirus both are multiplying phenomenally. 

Before nightfall I had arranged to play at PAF Sky-view Golf & country club 5:30 the next morning. I chose a Walter Hagen light gray golf shirt, tailor made blue black & gray print shorts, black sleeves, gray wide brim sun hat, black Under Armor belt, gray ankle socks and a pair of black adidas golf shoes. I put my golf watch and my phone on a wireless charger and jump into bed to get adequate sleep so I would be able to display my mastery at golf shots early in the morning. It was already one thirty am. It made them a little uncomfortable that I don’t have six hour left  to sleep. They say good sleep is a prerequisite of better performance at the golf course next morning.  I tried to sleep comfortably because all set for a great morning with golf. The mixed feelings of anxiety and excitement took its toll and it took me another hour to get to snoring. 

As a result I got up by 5:15 am drowsy and lethargic. I didn’t feel like going anywhere and I obeyed my true feelings and went back to sleep. 

I got up again by 8:00 am. I got ready and within no time was on the road to the golf course. It’s only a couple of miles from my home. I was on the tee at 8:40. 

On this hot June morning the sun was piercing and the wind was absent. The course was absolutely silent and empty. My caddie and myself were the two Adventures to challenge a burning sun and a few yellow wasps. They both seemed to be annoyed by our presence. 

As soon as I hit the first driver shot the realization that before arriving at the tee I should have played a couple of buckets at the range was quite obvious. It turned out that my one wood was angrier than sun and wasps. It completely denied my repeated attempts and sheepishly I packed it in my golf kit and plucked three wood out of it. Three wood performs best when promoted to hit a driving shot. The hot weather, disturbed wasp, angry golf stick, and sleepless golfer can create  a classic combination of combusting malfunction. That is so visible in execution of my second shot. Such was the beginning of my morning with golf. You can easily guess the climax of today’s game.  

Since the ballooning tummy and ever raising body weight were the major driving force that uprooted me from my quarantine It kept going to the pin without any embarrassment. I didn’t care how I was playing, I was determined to go on. My game began to settle onward  from the second tee. 

Instead of appreciating my quick return to game the sun was getting jealous even began to burn harder sharper as if I my better performance was against it. Sun did not bother to give any relief, rather it burned more in resent. I had completed four holes by now. First hole I didn’t count because of more than one tee shot. The rest were bogies. And I was soaked in my own sweat by now. My hands were immersed in gloves and my hair was all wet. I was feeling thirsty and completely worn out as I took off from the fifth. My resistance to heat was fading fast. During the posture of the next shot I was having an urge to surrender to the might of the sun and take its anger seriously. On the green of the fifth where the clubhouse was close by, I made up my mind to conclude the day’s game in complete acceptance of defeat from the sun. I tried twice to land the ball inside the hole but the ball was also in the mood to give in. With a long face I was heading to the parking lot. I have accepted defeat from the sun but I will not give up to my fat belly and weight gain. I will return tomorrow at dawn to sweat it out for good. 

Credits 

Nationalclubgolfer.com

By 

Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, author, entrepreneur, blogger, poet, wanderer

Email: golfaij.com

Website: golfaij.com

Ode To You

You are in my heart, you are in my soul, you are the light in my eyes and you are music in my mind. Time stands still to peek at you and the sun burns deep inside your love. Moon weeps to come back to you and the stars shine in hopes of meeting you. Flowers bloom to make you laugh and trees twirl to appease you. Songbirds sing for your ears and peacocks spread magnificent plumes in your honor. Poets write poems and bands make melodies to make you dance. Love is your aura and life is your essence. Earth is a beautiful planet but your presence adds to its ambiance. Beauty sits in your feet and patience is your posture. Wisdom is your grace and intelligence is your smile. Hearts throb for your looks and minds crave your perfume. Eyes glitter with your sight while souls soothe. 

It is you who is one of the cutest among creations and reflection of the creator’s best mood. Colors spring through your cheeks and illuminate dawns from your forehead. Language is insufficient to praise you and vocabulary falls short for your admiration. 

I was a fallen feather in a desert of fear and lust, driven by the air of greed and gloom, you appeared in my life to wind me up to fly again. Nothing could pull me away from the crowd of fools but an encounter of your graceful eyes. I haven’t been able to look beyond ever since I have seen your charm. Who wants to meet anyone else and who wishes to watch something more. What a wonderful look it was that we exchanged. I look no further. You fulfill my heart and complete my love. I love you. 

Looking for Your Face

From the beginning of my life

I have been looking for your face

but today I have seen it

Today I have seen

the charm, the beauty,

the unfathomable grace

of the face

that I was looking for

Today I have found you

and those who laughed

and scorned me yesterday

are sorry that they were not looking

as I did

I am bewildered by the magnificence

of your beauty

and wish to see you

with a hundred eyes

My heart has burned with passion

and has searched forever

for this wondrous beauty

that I now behold

I am ashamed

to call this love human

and afraid of God

to call it divine

Your fragrant breath

like the morning breeze

has come to the stillness of the garden

You have breathed new life into me

I have become your sunshine

and also your shadow

My soul is screaming in ecstasy

Every fiber of my being

is in love with you

Your effulgence

has lit a fire in my heart

and you have made radiant

for me

the earth and sky

My arrow of love

has arrived at the target

I am in the house of mercy

and my heart

is a place of prayer

Rumi

Credits

Pinterest

Prisma

By

Ahsan Jamil 

Golfer, entrepreneur, blogger, poet, author, wander

Email: golfaij@gmail.com

Website: golfaij.com

The Curiosity To Change

Golf courses are open, but the aura of the game has dimmed. The weather is pleasant this June, however the pandemic seems endless. Golfers have abundant time; on the other hand they are reluctant to tee off. Gas prices have fallen to unprecedented lows still no one wants to drive. All of us have nothing to do, even so we refrain from going out. Restaurants are open nevertheless most of us are unresponsive. As B.B. King sings, “ Thrill is gone baby.

Everyone welcomes the shift from complete lockdown to smart lockdown and some of us do it more enthusiastically, others animalistically violate it from all angles. As a result conditions are deteriorating again in many countries. I have decided to pause going to the office, playing golf and socializing once more. For a golfer and entrepreneur it is not easy to sit at home. It’s the blogger and writer in me that administers my day during quarantine. Putting golf on a standstill expasterates me but writing about it provides me comfort. 

Usually wives and husbands want each other to come home on time but lockdown has cooled off their wish to have one another closer. Spouses’ long lasting desire to be together more is evaporating in thin air. They just want to see each other leave home for work or whatever. Despite their love for each other, they both are getting impatient with one another. Distance and space between couples make relationships tenderer and stronger.

Being at the golf course makes my day more delightful. Staying away from it, makes me feel kind of zombish. I remain slow, sluggish, drained, empty and irritated. I wonder whether it’s sheer addiction or no exercise syndrome that brings upon those feelings. 

In order to escape such inconveniences, books are the best refuge. I know audio and online books are a great facility. I used to enjoy it but for the last couple of days I feel nostalgic for conventional paper books. The aroma of the paper of a new book, the unbended cover and the shuffling of the pages that bring a smile to an excited reader. Some of us get satisfied merely by the purchase of a new book, as if the cashier has transferred the entire content into our pocket. A few assume as if they have acquired knowledge that sits on the shelves by merely walking through the library. They amble out in a scholarly style. 

I used to keep a distance from the library and bookstores while I was enrolled into an educational institution. The fever of reading came much later. I had excelled in the art of false pretenses and the disguise of an intelligent student. I was a struggling poet and successful pseudo linguist. Like I am an almost-golfer and approximate-writer nowadays. Whatever it was, my career has kept a space to fill in the blank. One thing I learned out of all such activities is that staying close to reality gives us an opportunity to improve and advance at any stage of our life. Time wasted and age spent can’t be recovered but we can increase proficiency at any period. 

It’s great to learn instead of trying to hide our inefficiency. I have made it a habit to learn one new word by heart daily. It amazes me how many words are out there that I am unacquainted with. If you are interested in improving your vocabulary, you can subscribe to Word Genius

Language, knowledge and information in this century are infinite; our entire struggle to learn can only be a glimpse and never a grasp. One needs an extension of the brain like a computer and internet in order to swim through the sea of cognizance. Better late than never. Only those who accept that they understand less can learn more. The learned fellows that insist they are wisest of all are not enlightened at all. Claimants of having full mastery are either ignorant or arrogant. People that are students in their true spirit regardless of age and designation will comprehend further. 

“A fool thinks himself to be wise, but a wise man knows himself to be a fool.” Shakespeare 

Humans are a miniscule entity on a minor planet in an infinite universe, how can they declare knowing it all. So learning is a continuous human bid. Knowledge is a common property not an individual enterprise. Mankind as a whole can attempt to achieve greater aggrandizement in erudition, solo only a fraction of it can be attained. 

He knows countless chapters of the sciences

But that wrongdoer does not know his soul

He knows the properties of every essence

But can he tell his own essence from an ass?

‘I know what is licit, what’s illicit’

But what about your self? You cannot say

If you’re licit or illiterate

You know religion’s grounds and rules, and yet

Look to your own roots, are they sound or not?

Rumi

Credit

YouTube 

B.B. King

Pinterest 

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By 

Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, author, entrepreneur, blogger, poet, wanderer 

Email: golfaij@gmail.com

Website: golfaij.com

Golf On The Clouds

I am one golf junky for sure and if I call myself a golf enthusiast, it won’t do justice to my attachment for the sport. Be it junky golfers or sober souls, everyone is confined to their homes. Coronavirus pandemic has domesticated us forcibly.

Once I realized that COVID-19 lockdown is not a sprint but a marathon, I decided to develop a method to golf at home. I converted my front yard into a tamed golf range; conveniently practicing in accordance with my preferred timetable.


I was still missing something related to golf. Being restless in nature, I developed a website and began blogging about golf. Initially I was reluctant to write again since most of my previous attempts of being an author had crashed. The imprisonment of quarantine can make you do what you would never be able to do otherwise.

My fresh experiment seems to be working and an ever failing dream of writing is eventually materializing. Maybe because this time I venture to write about my most recent love, golf. When your task becomes passion, you perform wonders and obstacles start yielding, making limitations transform into calibre. I want to tell my family, friends, and esteemed readers that confinement of all sorts is a great opportunity to develop some sort of a skill.
Those who are blessed with resources, age, and time, owe this to society to become more useful and rewarding. I would invite everyone to use this quarantine in their favor to develop some new abilities and master existing ones. Just a little more hard work and concentration can save you from frustration and improve your personality. If math is the language of the universe, hard work is the dialect of success. Don’t fit in. Stand out!
Furthermore, after sessions of writing I am still missing something golf-oriented. Since I speak to my golf buddies regularly on the phone and video call, the only thing that remains out of reach is golf courses.
Can I be missing golf courses? Astonishingly, quite similar to the good Lord himself; golf loves you in mysterious ways. Golf is already magical and gets more mesmerizing when we can’t play it. As a sincere golfer, you can even daydream about it and that is a more effective way to play than simulators.
Sparta reminds me: “You only fight the best when you don’t have anywhere left to go.” It is an admitted fact that Covid 19 protocol prevents us from leaving home bodily but it should not stop us from going anywhere through thoughts. We can certainly put our mind on the move to score our passions; defeating the physical incapacitation to roam frankly.
Stay home, stay happy and keep in touch with golf and with yourselves.
Ahsan JamilGolfer, Author, Poet, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Wanderer.Email: golfaij@gmail.comWeb: aijgolf.com
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A Morning With Farmers

It’s a great morning today, clouds have surprised us all. Dark skies and the temperature in the twenties on 6th of June in Lahore is a blessing. Super hot Jeth is covered by the roof of darkening shadows. The cool weather seems persistent this week denying the usual summer heat. 

Without a roar, clouds begin to seep little rain drops in my front lawn. Trees dance in the rainfall and grass absorbs all of the fallen aqua under it’s dry skin. Air conditioning further chills the TV lounge. Tea tastes better and the aroma of Paratha and omelet adds more to the savour of a cloudy morning. Rain embellishes a special fragrance to the delta soil that soothes souls. Together the shallow breeze and sprinkle on the window glass orchestrate a gratifying melody of precipitation. Mist descends into the veranda on the left. Black skies cover Lahore like a burka hides Afghan beauty. Candidly, my heart is receiving it all. I also want this temperature to last longer. Along with the greenery, I wish we could preserve this weather. 

Usually I spend summer in North America, this year COVID-19 makes this out of the question. Instead Northern weather follows me here. Everything and everyone is wondering where is this rain coming from in June? Herbs and bushes celebrate downpour, further straightening their leaves in order to welcome more drops. The entire life is revitalizing and promising to multiply at a greater magnitude. 

I decided to go on a drive towards the river Ravi outside of the city on the Sialkot-Lahore motorway. Both sides of the freeway consist of rich agricultural lands. From the car, I saw both male and female farmers  working strenuously in the field. I appreciated them from afar. Soon after, I felt compelled to get out of my car to take pictures. As I moved closer, I asked for permission to snap them. They did not allow me to photograph the females, I’m guessing because of their soaked attire. I conceded to their reasonable objection and proceeded to capture the males. In my exchange of words during the shoots, they conveyed their dismay towards the society for its complete disregard for them. 

It is the paddy plantation season in Punjab. Under the scorching sun in an inundated muddy field, farmers sow the rice crop.The process of planting rice herbs is a very laborious task. The hot weather makes it even more demanding. On a morning like this, the farmers must be thankful to the clouds that shield the burning sun. It’s nothing less than a practice of surviving in hell. Rain for this plantation is Godsent. The cooler weather makes it easier for rice growers that plant by hand. Imagine dipping each herb into the soil in standing water, under the sun in temperatures above 100*F. 

Most of the world is either fighting against the pandemic or protesting to seek justice and equality. Farmers indifferent to such affairs are determined to grow their crops in time. Just so we have food. These growers are doing the most important work, ensuring our food safety. The world does not pay any attention to the essential food warriors. Their work is hard but their payment is meagre. Worldwide, farmers are highly underpaid and at the verge of collapse. When the whole world is crying for change for equality and justice, I would like to present the case of agricultural labor before they come to the streets and shout for their rights. Governments across the globe should pay attention to their silent struggles. In the case that the agriculture workforce decides to go on strike, all of us would go hungry. 

The famous Basmati rice is the major product of central Punjab. This land is so fertile that nothing refuses to grow here. Punjab is the food basket of the subcontinent. Multiple grains, rice, wheat, sugarcane, cotton, vegetables and fruits are among major crops here. At the moment, it is a season of mango harvest. Punjabi mangoes are world renowned and they are absolutely delicious.

Punjab is a major milk producing region in the world. Unique buffalo milk has a taste of its own. Since most of us are locked in our homes, I would like to present some photographs that I took on my long drive on the Sialkot-Lahore motorway. You can witness the fertility of Punjab on your screen. The story of the Sialkot-Lahore motorway is incomplete without the mention of river Ravi. Ravi divides eastern and western Punjab between Pakistan and India. The land of Punjabis may be divided between two countries but their culture, norms, taboos, dialect, and agricultural practices are the same. So is the industrious work and plight

of the farmers on both sides of the border. 

Rainy weather is one of the most famous references in subcontinental literature and “swings of monsoon” is in the center of it. 

A poem from a contemporary poet. 

Translation 

Since the 

First drop of monsoon rain fell,

In the front yard of my clay house.

The aroma of the soil 

Dominates across it. 

Like your fragrance used to. 

By

Tyar Khan 

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Ahsan Jamil 

Golfer, poet, blogger, author, entrepreneur, wanderer

Email: golfaij@gmail.com

Web : golfaij.com