Fast Fires

Not all that burns is fire. Some burn in love and some burn in hate. Some burn in desire, while some burn in despair. Some burn in a relationship and some burn in separation. Some burn in success and some burn in failure. Some burn in jealousy, while some burn in flattery. Some burn in desolation and some burn in determination. The fire always breaks the routine. It creates commotion and remakes the world. 

Oceans swim peacefully, sit idle, and freeze in time at different moments. It is the rhythm of the moon that invites them to dance. It is the fire of the sun that evaporates parts of them to become clouds. The breeze flies smoothly and makes melodies of harmony. It’s the scorching fireball above the skies that converts it into storms and tornadoes. The seed trunks out of the ground in search of the heat. Earth itself spins and rotates around the sun to keep warm. It is the touch of the fire that makes raw meat a steak. 

Fire of love Gabriela Anders

I wonder that while nature appreciates heat and warmth, what is happening to our hearts? They are getting colder and colder in the icy waters of greed and pragmatism. 

There is nothing wrong with the fire or the flame. Rather the lack of fire, absence of heat, and lightless hearts in our chests are a matter of serious concern. It is alarming that the glaciers of characterlessness are growing in size around us. Ironically while global warming is on the rise. We are seeing the world’s most advanced civilizations fighting over the color of their skin, ethnicity, and religion. People who intend to make other planets their home are unable to live in harmony on their own. Our trust in science has solved many mysteries of extreme importance yet it has failed us on  prime social issues. It is unweaving the fragile fabric of our society and resultantly nations are returning to the era of color and creed discrimination. The lessons that were learned from the two world wars in the recent past have dimmed now diminishing the slogans that ask for equality and human rights. 

The temperature of hate and abhorrence is again on the rise. People’s faith in the long term good is shrinking because they seek instant rewards. They want the immediate returns of empathy, goodwill, good deeds, and piety. In the age of quicker communication, instant coffee, and fast food they want skies to respond to an act of kindness immediately. They no longer have the patience to do things for life in the heavens. They want the heavens to descend into their bedrooms. Today’s human being is burning in the flame of instantness. The craze of becoming rich overnight, the craving for getting everything done at once is a common phenomenon. The thrust of newer models of their electric gadgets is unquenchable. They form lines before the Apple store and other such outlets to get a newer phone before anyone else gets to it.

No one believes in seasoning anymore. We want the most important life-saving drugs like vaccines here and now, without waiting for test trials. Such hurriedness is the main source of impatience, short tempers, stress, anxiety, insobriety, insomnia, etc. The people of today don’t speak to the person sitting next to them while they are glued to their phones to get more likes on their social media posts. They play football online sitting on a chair. They are trying to bury themselves in the grave of virtual reality in pursuit of their escape from the actual reality. 

“Virtual reality is a self-created form of chosen reality. Therefore it exists.”

Joan Lowery Nixon

In short, scientific progress has served humans in a lot of ways. It also has changed their lifestyle manifold. We must keep a balance between the comforts of progress and the stresses and burdens of modern society. All of us can desire to have elite homes, private jets, luxury yachts, and sports cars but cannot have them. In pursuit of such life, we should not become the fuel of the industrialized and advanced world. Everyone deserves to live in it with all human rights. Everyone has a right to the basic needs of life. A great society must provide that atmosphere. Maybe on our journey to take over the galaxies, we can stop and overcome the issues that plague our world. 

“Set your life on fire. Seek those who fan your flames.”

Rumi

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A Long Trip Home

Nothing beats great tunes, in a comfortable car, at an empty motorway, on a shining morning, under an open sunroof and a drive towards the home town. Especially when a chauffeur is driving and I am cuddled in the back seat with the remote of the car stereo in my hand. I am lost in a Punjabi folk song that shifts my mood and stirs my soul. 

“Friends are losing friends”

Arif Lohar 

We were raised in a culture where friendship was as dear as blood relations, sometimes even more than that. Friends shared happiness, sorrow, hardships, and victories. They fought the fights for one another. They offered shoulders for a friend’s burden. We made friends within the extended family, in neighborhoods, in schools, and in colleges. As we stepped into practical life, we started trading those friends with colleagues, acquaintances, and new relatives. Our preferences changed. We started using our time efficiently. Our schedule began to bend to our responsibilities, feathering away from our hearts and passions. And somewhere between all of that, we began to follow greed instead of love.

Unbeknownst to us, we had “matured”. We had replaced conversations of sweet nothings with our new business plans. I wonder, does maturity mean losing innocence and becoming self-centered? 

After leaving college, life gradually becomes like a tied horse that pulls the cart of family life. An existence bursting at the seams with bills, mortgages, feels, and other allied circus roles. We begin to live merely to make our ends meet. Those of us who go beyond that to achieve luxury-living further get lost in a pool of extensive hard work on the job and in their business. Poor, rich, or mediocre family life has its own demands and time is the biggest of all of them.  

No ceiling, Eddie Vedder

We find no time for ourselves and tend to stay away from true friends. When we occasionally see them here and there, we throw a stone-like “Hello” and dry “How are you?” on each other. Our meaningless replies, “I am good, and you?”, drift us apart even more. The days spent with belly-aching laughs and shenanigans seem so distant, almost as if they existed in another life. Then we begin to lose them in the circus of our daily routines. They say, “hidden from the eye is lost from the heart.”

The undeniable truth is that those who have once resided within the realm of your heart can never be erased. It doesn’t matter if that relationship ended on a sour note, hearts never forget their dwellers. You can hate them from the deep pit of your stomach, but their memories are locked in your cerebral matter. In the vast universe of your being, live all those you have loved and continue to love. And there are always days when the locked away memories sneak up on you, so crystal clear as if within reach. In such pictures, you see your hometown in the background. 

This song has stirred up a whole movie before my eyes. I could not resist such nostalgia for my first home and I decided to spend a night there. I have major business interests, a beautiful house, and an agriculture farm in my native town yet coronavirus and business activities in other cities have kept me away from my native soil. I asked my chauffeur to take me straight to the place my heart is leading. And what better than a cherished reunion with the homeboys over a round of golf?

“I knocked and the door opened, but I found that I’d been knocking from the inside.”

Rumi 

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The Essence

“Your own essence is your wealth.”

Rumi. 

If you look closely, you can see the intricacy of the world. In the great game of nature, everything has a purpose and we certainly have one of our own. Where the snow carries a cloud inside, and the sun burns in its own flame. The sea longs for drinking water, clouds cry to walk on the soil, gold loves a pretty neck, bread awaits the hungry. Where love searches for pure hearts and fragrances like sensational noses. Hay does not bear fruit. Plastic flowers have no scent and blank papers don’t make books, greed has no limits and time doesn’t stop. What stops is a heart and breath comes no more. Clouds drain out and a day reaches its end.  The sweet smells are brief and the odor lasts longer. Wind shifts directions and highways change routes. Paths take turns and birds make dives. Fish gulps fish and time devours life. Pilots fly planes and helms steer ships. Deers run fast and turtles crawl slow. The bells summon the faithful and the lighthouse guides marines. Ink is a liquid but a pen makes it meaningful. Deserts are dry and barren but they help form clouds. Is it all a great design? If so, what is in it for me? Why am I running the routine?

Fantasy is sketchy but it opens minds. The wish boat seldom floats. The berms of the river of reality are thin and thorny. They are sweaty and slippery. Its waves need flaps of determination and rowing with the will. Wishing alone isn’t enough. Dreams come true through hard work. I wonder if I am wishing or working?

I work hard to have money and to enjoy its perks. But I can’t help but wonder, am I here to feed my bank account? Am I here to fatten my wallet? Am I leading a life that makes a profit? Is that the real wealth that sits in my bank account or is love the true currency? I may be running after the wrong notes. I know money makes the mare go. But where is the filly going? Are we riding the right horse? 

I am a material girl

Madonna 

It is no secret that humans of the present era are completely galvanized by materialism. Our standards of success, glory, and nobility are measured by our finances and earnings. Commercialism has taken deep roots in our lives. We have daggered our souls and spirits with the respective regional currencies. Today’s humans gallop into gyms and beauty salons to shape their physical appearances. They have become fashion freaks. Nothing wrong with being healthy, toned, and looking presentable. But are good looks everything? Shouldn’t people divert their attention to character development and soul searching? Capitalism has done a great service to human progress. Logically, capital has transformed human behavior, converting it into an instrument of a great profit-making establishment. Nothing indecent about making some bucks. But when do we draw the line? 

No doubt we need money, but how much is enough? Humans are complicated beings that are assembled with many parts, material security being a prime one. Though is a fundamental right of each and every living being, is it everything? We are living in a world, where all essential material that we need for our basic survival is being manipulated by commercial entities that are designed to control and command us. It is clear beyond doubts that we must work, we must earn and we must contribute. Are we made to do that roped by the web of economic dragons? We aren’t machines, we are human beings. The best of all the other living beings. We are known for our critical and creative thinking, communication, chivalry, civility, caring, and collaboration. Decency, empathy, sharing, sacrifice, and responsibility are our true ingredients. Should we ignore and disregard our souls for petty material gains? Not at all. We have been nourishing our bodies without compromising our souls from the beginning. We will keep on doing so. The chain of today’s commerce is nothing but a modern cage. We will curb this materialism before it detains us. We have been enslaved before, we learn sooner or later how to untrap. Humans will sink even the most powerful Pharaohs in the Niles of their freedom, doesn’t matter whatever form they adopt. Ours is a free spirit and free it remains. Hope we can remember that when we look at the grand design of the world and the part we choose to play in it. 

“What’s ‘worldly stuff’ you ask?

Well, it’s not goods and merchandise, money, wife and children.

It’s rather being out of touch with our true nature.

Water inside the boat sinks it. Water underneath the boat supports it.”

Rumi 

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A Great Detour

“We carry inside us the wonders we seek outside us.”

Rumi

As I fly across the Atlantic to reach a corner of the earth near Cape Cod, I think about the forefathers who migrated from Europe and made this point their home. They had no idea that they were sowing the seed of the world’s most scientific and advanced civilization. Then I think about my forefathers and what they would have thought about this freezing town that I call my second home. Swansea is a small picturesque town on the mouth of Mount Hope Bay, an arm of Narragansett Bay. This land is a bistate junction of Rhode Island and Massachusetts shores. Taunton river offers a great length of its western bank to these intermingled villages. The spillover of this waterway is a favorite destination of many sorts of cold weather migratory birds like Anas ducks.

 It is home to wildlife like beavers, bobcats, coyotes, fish, foxes, bears, raccoons, skunks, woodchucks, and White-tailed deers. They roam here as an exemplary example of the peaceful coexistence with the human dwellers. Along with some kind people, my neighbors include swans, turkeys, squirrels, and rabbits. They paint this picturesque town beautifully and add to the ambiance of the neighborhood. 

On the eve of this New Year, a few lines from the book of my wandering destiny, bring me to this small village in Massachusetts. Which is like something out of a fairytale. Big Apple or other big cities like Lahore are having virtual celebrations because of the safe distance protocol. Plus seasoning in age has taught me subtle meanings of festivity. The crowd charms the pompous and show off attracts the arrogant. The mature prefer modesty. Humility provides calm. I think the invasion of coronavirus has helped most of us to sagacity.

The Christmas and New Year celebrations are angelic and decent in these towns. Just like the residents are sincere and simple, so are their festivities. They are sweeter than candy cane and warmer than New Year treats. They decorate their houses, churches, and shops with lights and season’s greetings banners. They open them for extended families, friends, and neighbors. In this individualistic society, it is a great illustration of communal care, love, and faith, in God and in each other. It seems as if residents of these country roads have discovered that living peacefully, in the countryside, matters much more than hasty urban lifestyles in cluster housings and multi-story buildings. Their driving etiquettes display their inner calm. The lawns, symmetry of picket fences, arrangements of flower beds, and decorated mailboxes tell a tale of their soulful lifestyle. 

The tranquility, patience, mellowness, stability, cleanliness, and unalloyed natural surroundings make this area seem like an Impressionist painting. The speed of time in this rural area is so aligned to the moon and stars that they seem like a choir performing on a Sunday morning. These towns sleep early to wake up with the rising sun. Although the sun itself emerges here at leisure. That’s why this territory is called New England. I am already a great fan of western urban development, but it cannot compete with the rural calm. Perhaps what impresses me most is that country folks are genuine and industrious. Their words have meanings and their walks have a purpose. Frankly speaking, I would love to spend the remainder of my trip to this planet at a place like this. 

I am taking a moment to be grateful for the serenity that surrounds me. The perfect alignment of the universe in this little part of the world reminds me of my wandering soul. I should be staying at home but I’ve been a traveler by birth, both physical and spiritual. My arrival at this planet may itself be a detour. Whatever it is, I am thankful for the fate that brought me to this beautiful partner of the solar system. It gave me a chance to be a humble member of the great species called Homospaiens. It provided me an opportunity to live with a loving family and walk with great friends. Though I know deep down that this life is not forever and I will one day move on to another place, I have been blessed. I have seen so much of the world and experienced even more. 

From the highlands of Lake Saiful Muluk to the floatable waters of the Dead Sea. From the Roman Colosseum to the daunting skyscrapers of New York City. From the Temple of Tooth in Sri Lanka to the Great Wall of China. From the Fox Studio at Hollywood to the cable car of Sentosa Island. From the London Eye to the Silver Carp, jumping fish at the Mississippi River. From Petronas Twin Towers of Kuala Lumpur to the Mardi Gras in the one and the only New Orleans. From the canals of Venice to the banks of the River of Love, Chenab River. From the courtyard of the Vatican City to the Temple of Heaven. From the Guru Janam Asthan to the cups of Zam Zam Well. From the concert of Bon Jovi at Memphis Pyramid to the street singers of Eiffel Tower. From the happiest city in the world Copenhagen to the Floating Market in Bangkok. From the square of Romerberg, Frankfurt to the halls of Hagia Sophia, this wanderer has heard the lyrics of hope and sighs of despair from the artistic lips in various dialects but the song remains the same. 

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No Golf, Snow Golf

The air this morning is sleety, ground is wet and visibility is low. Such mischievous conditions continue for the last three days. Then comes a sunny day but it is too windy to golf. Though the weather is not a dependable thing, the fact that it hinders my game is disappointing. The last few days I wasn’t doing much but playing the role of lazy bum with a sleepy head. Neither of those things attracts reading or writing. I either sleep or eat. What a rotten routine of raccoons. 

A trip to North America was never as boring as this one. COVID-19 is more to blame than anything else. No golf, no window shopping, no nightlife, no outdoor activity, and no boat cafes. Just Uber Eats, Netflix, Amazon, contactless deliveries, home cooking, and an occasional round of icy golf. How can one enjoy golf when most of the fairways are wet, bunkers are choked, water hazards are frozen and greens are bouncy. It makes it advantageous only in the sense that the ball doesn’t drown. Ponds pound the ball like Rojan Rondo. Sometimes it rebounds it back to the ground. Mostly it sits there on top of the iced hazards laughing at you comically. As a winter golfer, you are packed like a delivery item and wrapped like a USPS package. Your nose is running faster than your tee shot. Your ears shimmed like an Amazon box. You are wearing gloves on both hands while the mound is too frozen to tee. You till and till, till it tilts. 

Yet, for hardcore golfers, it is a great privilege to play in winter. Only a few clubs can afford to operate and fewer golfers can dare to challenge the freezing winds. I have had the advantage to play on frozen fairways of North America as well as in melting Middle Eastern heat. It takes some degree of derangement to find enjoyment in the freezing or burning points of a sport. And lunacy and craze are two major ingredients that make me who I am. A one-track-minded extremist. A fanatic golfer. 

“Be wild and crazy and drunk with love, if you’re too careful love will not find you.”

Rumi

It may be cold, it may be hot or it may be pleasant. Golf adds a lot to the hour, to the environment, and to the ambiance. It adds to the mood and to life. It pronounces pleasure and announces attraction. It grooms glamour and entices entertainment in your schedule. Golfers like me seek refuge in write-ups about golf at times that they can’t get to the golf course. I am tired of reading about golf techniques and how to swing and what stance is?  Everything written on golf out there is either coaching or marketing. Through my blog, I try to add a little literature, a story, an essay, and some light stuff. After all, a mind at peace stimulates.   

Stimulation ignites passion. Passion makes you practice. Practice increases your confidence. Confidence makes you perform. The performance breeds victory. And victory yields rewards. Success is the best source of fulfillment.  

I hope the rhythm of these lines will bring an inspired golfer to the course. Wishing you a great round in golf and life. Good luck!

“For this game you need, above all things, to be in a tranquil frame of mind.”

 -Harry Vardon

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Roaming with the Stars

“When a man makes up a story for his child, he becomes a father and a child together, listening.”

Rumi 

One of the greatest pleasures of early marriage is early kids, they are grown up before you get old. On this sunny winter morning, I am grateful to have a round of golf with my sons. My eldest, Mr. K is a veteran golfer, playing since he was thirteen in the great company of his grandfather. He swings adorably and has a fine hand for chipping. Lately, he is out of practice because of his marriage and newborn. My youngest, Mr.Q, has recently stood second in the junior boy’s tournament. Luckily, we are together this winter holiday season in New England. Although it is awfully cold here these days, the angel of weather sometimes provides pockets of good golfing weather and I take full advantage of this. 

It’s one of those perfect days, where everything is not too much, not too little, but just right. The sun is shining, the temperature is 4°c, the wind is tolerable and the ground is not completely frozen. Thanks to the management of Swansea Country Club, the course is open and well taken care of even in this harsh weather. The course is neither vacant nor crowded. The presence of other enthusiastic golfers in this weather is proof of the popularity of the game in this region. We are taking off as a flight of three. A family flight. The loveliest flight. 

Today, my heart is full. Simultaneously I am proud, humbled, satisfied, grateful, and fulfilled. My steps are barely on the ground, I feel as if I’m walking in the air. This round is a dream come true. I wouldn’t trade this day for anything. 

Since my sons play golf much better than I do. I want to play this round at par with their standard so they don’t get bored by my slices and shanks. Walking briskly while playing trendy music by The Weeknd and Dua Lipa, I am dressed in straight fit pants and fashionable attire. I am making swings with full elasticity and combined by style. My smile is younger and I am talking about the future. In their company, I feel brighter and full of energy. I feel young. 

It is a rare privilege to avail the company of the young members of the family these days. They usually are away at college, work or they are busy with their own interests. Being together and being home is one thing this epidemic has gifted to our otherwise scattered family. On top of that, I am blessed even more to celebrate the company of my kids at the golf course every once in a while. I can’t express how it feels to play a sport one loves with their son or daughter. My vocabulary cannot convey my true tenderness. 

“When my father didn’t have my hand, he had my back.”

Linda Poindexter 

One can see the whole universe in a grain of bunker sand, one can see the entire oceans in a water hazard, one can smell garden of Eden from a feral stem on the edge of a fairway, one can taste heavens from a wild berry from the rough, one can roam with the stars while golfing with loved ones – all of this is possible while golfing with one’s own children. 

You will always be my son

Anthem lights 

“‘Just living isn’t enough’, said the butterfly, ‘one must have freedom, sunshine, and a little flower.’’

Khalil Gibran

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Good Morning My New Year

Drops of dew, the breeze of the dawn, rays of the sun, budding flowers, ticking seconds, chirping sparrows, dancing leaves, and my sleepy eyes welcome the first rise of 2021. The whole city was either glued to the television or out there to celebrate the festivities of a happy new year. I went to bed early in order to receive the morning while the celebrators slept stoned after a night out. Nothing is more beautiful than the rise of the sun each morning. Today’s sun is delivering us the first morning of the much anticipated new year. 

People celebrate the new year across all cultures. They follow solar, lunar, or lunisolar calendars. They celebrate it with worship or festivities, commencing either at midnight or in the evening. But the concept of a new beginning is a common phenomenon among them. Most of us plan to start afresh. While some shed their despair with the ending year, others sow the seeds of newer expectations with the emerging calendar. 

Western date of the beginning of the new year was chosen to honor the Roman god of the beginning, Janus. He is believed to have two faces, one looking backward, the past, and the other facing forward, the future. 

Chinese New Year is attached to the beginning of the spring season; they usually celebrate it between the twentieth of January to the twentieth of February according to lunar readings. One way or the other festivities of the new year are seen in almost all societies.  

Celebration and festivity always represent a crowd of happy people whereas the new year’s merriments commemorate a dance of the hopefuls. So many aspirations, expectations, ambition, aims, and floods of hope take steps to the tunes of the upcoming year. I would call it the largest congregation of the candidates and campaigners of good luck ahead. This is where humanity comes together to expect good from the future. 

“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love; it will not lead you astray.”

Rumi 

The poem of the marvelous journey of human progress is written only in the pen of aspiration. The stanzas may speak in different dialects and lyrics might be composed in various languages but the poem only narrates hope. And hope is all the new year should bring. 

What is a better time to start converting our hopes into reality than a beautiful morning? Let’s take a fresh start from this first morning of 2021. Let’s struggle to stop all wars this year. Let’s cooperate to eradicate the ongoing pandemic. Let’s eliminate illiteracy. Let’s alleviate poverty.  Let’s discourage hate and promote love. Let’s build a world of souls instead of one of the swords. And most importantly, let’s aim to be the best versions of ourselves. 

New Year’s Day 

Bon Jovi 

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Keeping It Cool

“Don’t think the garden loses its ecstasy in winter. It’s quiet, but the roots are down there riotous.”

Rumi

The weather app is predicting temperatures below or close to 0°c all day. The sun on the other hand shines in all its prowess. The weather on the East coast of America is deceptive and naughty. Yesterday it was 10°c and above throughout the day but there was no sun. It was rainy, windy and warm. Today it is -1°c despite bright sunlight. It’s warmer when cloudy and colder in sunshine. Such is the stealth of the weather people live by in this area.

A person from East Asia perceives the might of the sun and cluster of clouds in a different manner. For him rain is relief from the scorching heat of a stern sun. Whereas western societies call their bad times the rainy days and sunshine means a great day for them. After having a good look at the sunshine from my window, I called the club to know if the golf course was open. Most of them were closed due to the snowfall and ghusty rain earlier in the week. At Swansea Country Club though the lady at the golf shop seemed in a mood to celebrate the glory of the shining sun. She proudly announced on my phone that as long as the sun shone, a golfer intended to play, and Christmas holidays were on she would happily opt to open the course. “Today however I will allow no carts on the wet course but only golf by walking” she added. I love golf on foot anyway. The chill of Greater Boston will be a perk in addition. 

“When it’s cold and raining,

you are more beautiful.

And the snow brings me

even closer to your lips.

The inner secret, that which was never born,

you are that freshness, and I am with you now.

I can’t explain the goings,

or the comings. You enter suddenly,

and I am nowhere again.

Inside the majesty.”

Rumi

The course was washed and squeezed and the greens were neatly ‘pressed.’ The golf course at Swansea country club is demandingly designed, meticulously maintained and carefully crafted. I was completely covered, pridefully prepared, and entirely attentive to my game. Since there are no caddies here so it’s important to play to the point. The Swansea Club Golf Course is an eighteen hole golf course, with an additional par three course and a grand practice range. It pulls the crowd on usual days and by the time I reached the tee, some enthusiastic golfers had already taken off. Golf in New England is a trip of its own kind. It thrills, chills, and fills!

When there is no one to handle your mistakes you tend to make less. When there is no caddie to find your ball you carefully hit it within the bounds and keep track of it. Humans behave differently when they are on their own. With assistance handy they show attitude and pretension. All of my cuts, fades and draws go silent. Straight and acceptable shots come handy. In colder temperatures golfers are overpacked and on top of that, the ball doesn’t like to cover the usual distance. It doesn’t matter whether it’s cold or warm because golfers gotta do what golfers gotta do. I wish you a very happy new year from the midst of a chilling fairway.

Your living is determined not so much by what life brings to you as by the attitude you bring to life; not so much by what happens to you as by the way your mind looks at what happens.

Kahlil Gibran

You wouldn’t believe how quickly the ‘Sahibism’ (elitism) of the subcontinent people melts into the holy liquid of equality and civil rights once their plane touches the American soil. VIPs from Indo-Pak start to handle their luggage themselves and stand in lines happily. They wait for their turns, and play golf without caddies. They never ask for a pass during the round as they think that priority over others is their birthright back home. They behave in such a civilized manner overseas and instantly convert their arrogance into modesty at foreign soils. On the other hand we rigidly cling on to the curses of certain norms and taboos in our own neighborhoods. In no time do we become secular in belief overnight in other countries. At home we follow our religions to our bones. What a hypocritical bunch of people we are?

Golf is a nation on its own. Soon another gentleman appears from the veranda of the club heading towards the tee. I wait for him after my first drive. Mr. Jerome was a young man who was an operator of the huge construction (CAT) cranes. It was a privilege to have a round of golf with a person who moves mountains and turns rivers. He seemed a delicate and fragile young man in his appearance. I am sure now that those monstrous machines must have power steering. Yet Mr. Jerome and Mr. Jamil both know that power in golf only comes through a perfect swing and with proper torso movement. No hydraulic comes handy in the great game of golf. 

He is a skilled person of the construction industry and I am an executive from the same trade. I dream and conceive such projects. He sweats to bring those concepts and dreams into existence. I respect his trade much more than mine. Where my job and reputation is at stake, a courageous person like him puts his life on the line. I salute his courage, his effort and his determination. People of such stature live their lives looking straight in the eyes of hard work. They grab the ox of life from the horns and bend it towards their destination. They are the real construction industry. 

It might be a tiny ball but it requires more concentration than any caterpillar, I know that. He was a good player and I know how to handle players who play better than I do. Despite our utmost attempts to defeat each other we ended up even, thanks to my talkative nature. Any time he was ahead of me I would divert his attention to the upcoming summer when he would be toe to toe with his routine. After all I am a staunch believer of Mr. Bobby Jones saying: 

“Competitive golf is played mainly on a five-and-a-half-inch course, the space between your ears.”

The weather was cold but the round was cool. The wind was chilly but my colleague was warm. The ground was icy but my opponent was decent. So long friend and keep golfing. Happy new year to all my readers! 

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