Dimples

Golf balls illustrate artistic dimples that place them on the highest pedestals of beauty. There are golf balls of many colors but none beats the original white. The perfection with which it moves causes anyone to appreciate the physics behind it. But the story of dimples enters our lives much before our introduction to golf balls. Most of the babyfaces have dimples. Most get filled soon while a few do hold on to their dimples till age wrinkles their plump cheeks. What cheeks are more attractive than the ones with beautiful natural indentation, one carved by God Himself. 

The aura of dimple faces makes inlets in hearts and makes the skin hair rise. It floats charm and represents innocence. Many amorists fall in love and get lost in the universe of splendor behind those pretty pits. Oceans of irresistibility dwell in the depths of that divot on cheeks. 

“Don’t you know yet? It’s your light that lights the world.”

Rumi

The beauty maintains its awe in joy and in despair. Sadness sometimes stimulates it even more. Those who have seen tears traveling through those clefts can tell you the piercing power of that little drop and dent. I pray no cheeks, with or without dimples, ever see saltish drains. Only smiles suit the symmetry of that seamless surface. 

Dimples on golf balls and divots on the fairways help in the execution of beautiful shots. A smile further signifies dimples on an already adorable face. In the game of golf, bad shots are as frequent as good ones. Despite this, the game goes on, with divots and with shanks. Bunkers, roughs, and water hazards are made on the course to add challenges to the game. So are the bodies of human beings. What is a bigger challenge than performing before the miraculous beauty that nature created in the human body? 

Dimples, John Lee Hooker

One appreciates beauty wherever one goes. Whether it is on golf fields or in a museum, beauty exists everywhere. But the beautiful should stay humble and the amorist must remain decent. The beauty that intends to seduce and the lover who longs to sin are both the fuel of the inferno also known as hell. 

A human being sins, Adam repents and God forgives. We cannot keep odometers in the human brain neither can we install a tracker in it. Self-control is the only method that promotes balance. We can only teach juniors what is good and bad for them and for society as a whole. Unfortunately our performance there is not up to the mark. There will always be perfect balls, mesmerizing dimples, and dazzling beauty. What matters the most how we receive and treat them. 

“The real sin against life is to abuse and destroy beauty, even one’s own.”

Katherine Anne Porter

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Saving The Beautiful Mornings

Mornings are beginnings. Beginnings are births. Births are stories to be told by the future. The future is what follows the present. The present lives till the end of it all. We keep living for a tomorrow that never comes. Morning, noon, evening, night, tomorrow, and yesterday only live in the present. The past and future are pre and post-concepts of now. It is the constant thought of time moving, that makes me wonder how valuable it is to cherish the now. 

Keeping our mornings serene and sober is crucial for the health of our planet. Instead, we are continually violating its sanctity without any mercy. Pollution caused by our own activity and lifestyle challenges the very existence of the planet that brings us beautiful mornings. Not to mention the food and shelter it provides. It is our only home. Our technology might occupy more stars but we can’t call them home. There might be breathtaking views from the other worlds, but what can beat the beauty of our Earth? Heaven comes close. 

Yes, we look forward to land in heaven but for that, we have to shed our bodies. Heaven may be for pious souls only but the Earth is for both body and soul. That may be the only paradise that can entertain both bad and good souls. It accepts us in all shapes and in every condition. It accommodates us dead and alive. Sick and healthy. Sad and happy.  Weak and strong. It does not distinguish between its occupants. Just like a mother’s home. Even hell is discriminating. It only allows people with certain qualities to enter. It has its own standards and prerequisites. Earth on the other hand keeps her door open to all. 

We must protect and preserve such a home with utmost sincerity and maximum effort. There is an old saying among bird catchers that “They are trying to catch flying ones, ignoring those who are sitting.” There is an English idiom that “one in hand is better than two in the bush.” We are making money exploiting our fertile planet and spending it to explore the barren ones. As a result, causing pollution at cosmic levels. 

There are several kinds of pollution. Water contamination to smog. Space debris to carbon emissions. Noise pollution to viruses. Sometimes our intentions get polluted as well. That is the one that taints our souls. It is the pollution that stains our thoughts and further instigates our minds to promote negativity and evilness around us. After all, what are we but mere extensions of our environments? What surrounds us is what is inside us. 

 “The real dirt is not outside, but inside, in our hearts. We can wash all stains with water. The only one we can’t wash is the grudge and the bad intentions sticking to our hearts.”

Shams Tabrizi

Those who appreciate the cleanliness in their thinking also contribute to keeping their surroundings neat. A virtuous mind promotes respectable living. Littering is the basic sign of negativity. Litterers themselves are a scrap of humanity. We need to save our mornings from all sorts of pollution and we should keep our minds neat from all negativity. 

Take good care of yourself, your home, and your world. 

Stop pollution 

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Flowers

“An art, which has an aim to achieve beauty, is called a philosophy or in the absolute sense it is named wisdom.”

Al Farabi

Spring is a season when the soul of the universe smiles at us and flowers represent its beam on earth. Their unique fragrance is an epitome of paradisical inebriety. The colors of the flowers are the prayers of paradise inspiring us to make it there. The breeze that carries that aroma in its beak is the whisper of the stars telling us that love is the only path that leads to the heavens. This season of bloom, birth, and boom sings the songs of the spirits that live inside us somewhere.  

The discussion of souls and spirits seems outdated in the age of landings on Mars, in the days of Dolly’s cloning, and in the era of heart transplantation and singularity. But one cannot deny how the desire for beauty has persisted for centuries. The only things humans grow with a passion that is not for sustenance or are flowers. There is something whimsical about the history of the human relationship with flowers. We are simply in love with them. They are food for the soul that ignites positive feelings within us. The only common denominator between humans and flowers is life. And the only mutual exchange between the two is a grin. It is a simple fact that they are both made for love. 

“If you have a garden and a library,

You have everything you need.”

Cicero 

The human appreciation for flowers represents their wisdom. If we look through the glasses of evolution theory, the first encounter of humans with flowers was the seed of their consciousness. The also reveals the human landing at the landscapes of the Garden of Eden. The history of human love for flowers goes way back, from Egyptian gardens to the Hanging Gardens of Babylon, from the Greek gardens to the Singapore Botanical Gardens of the day. The story and the fields persist. 

Not all flowers grow in gardens, some bloom in the orchard of our mind. These are the florets of beautiful thoughts that eventually bloom into the fruit of wisdom. Some flowers blossom in our dreams that inspire us to climb the hills of success. A few sprout in the brains of research scientists to create new technologies. Many flowers bloom to make seeds that assure food to many. It is the very soul of the universe and much more beyond that which dwells in seeds and shines through flowers.

Sometimes flowers even grow in the most unexpected places, proving that beauty and love can be found everywhere. 

“Everything you see has its roots in the unseen world. The forces change yet the essence remains the same.”

Rumi

A flower is a language of the heavens and the vocabulary of beauty. It is the heartbeat of life and the breath of the future. The soul holds it in admiration and the body wears it for decoration. And sometimes, flowers even grow in the most unexpected places, proving that beauty and love can be found everywhere. God may keep your gardens green forever.

Alice in Wonderland: The flower 

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The Wise Old Man

Spring is approaching fast and we have decided to take off half an hour earlier during a brief break, at the midway hut on a bright morning. It was very pleasant and we had abandoned the layers of winter clothing for a normal golf shirt. We were discussing how winter has left us for the season, when an old golfer, who still had his jacket on, intervened, 

“Not before March.” he pauses before speaking again, 

“This is Punjab, boys. Any change in weather uphill can chill it here anytime.”  We got up laughing, cunningly thinking this old man had had it. 

The next morning I didn’t bother to check the weather app, dressed in beautiful spring attire, and stepped out to the porch. I was amazed to see a densely foggy and chilly morning waiting for me outside. I returned immediately to grab a pullover. I got my sunglasses off and started driving towards the golf club.  

The visibility was low, the fog was increasing as I was nearing the golf course. There was less than usual traffic on the road. And as I was traveling to my destination, I suddenly remembered the words of the old golfer at the midway hut yesterday. Of course weather, people, conditions, and moods are very undependable. They can change at any time. One should always keep a pullover of tolerance handy when dealing with such weather, people, conditions, and moods. 

The lesson here is that one should not laugh off the advice of the older generation. They have seen more of the world than we have. They are well-informed about the changes Earth goes through because they have taken the time to see it happen. They may not know how to deal with the ever-changing technology but they know much more about life and its wings. Not all wings are for flying, some of them are merely to protect and decorate. Life is a bird that needs those wings of wisdom more than anything else. Some wings help you fly your body, others help you in mental flight. Flapping both of these wings in coherence matters the most. 

The fogginess of ignorance is damaging to anyone it touches. One must take into account people who have already walked through that mystifying mist. This is such a mist that does not see the sun. It is a twilight that lasts with us till the grave. One must learn to acknowledge that the future is only sustainable when we learn from our past.  

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The Fog

February is a month that abandons the cold and welcomes the warmth, festivities and freshness into the Punjab air. Spring is a glowing season but amber dominates February. Yellow is a celebration color of this time of the year. Marigold, chrysanthemum, gutta-percha, the wild sodom apple, bindweed and the king of flowers, rose of all colors embellish the streets of the city of gardens, Lahore. Villages around here offer mustard flowers as far as the eye can see. 

The skies are adorned by the kites of Bassant and on the ground, streetside dining facilities become crowded. People love to sit in lawns and yellow oranges of all kinds hegemonize the outdoor tables. Yellow sunlight warms the atmosphere asking people to take off their winter clothings layer by layer. Though this month is usually yellow in this region, this time it’s different. This February is engulfed in haziness and mistiness. The fog persists on staying this winter, overstaying its welcome. 

The early birds, like me, are the serious casualties of fog. In visibility 100 yards or less, playing golf seems impossible. Some enthusiasts dare to venture through such conditions, we were one of them this morning. It was more mystic than my cloudy brain. I would call it double blind. Caddies at the Royal Palm GCC were quite trained to locate and follow golf balls in fog. They can point the pin through dense fog. Their skill is remarkable and I heartily applaud their efforts. They know Royal Palm Golf Course like they know the back of their hands. 

Misty morning by Bob Marley 

Playing in fog is hide and seek game. Members of your flight can become invisible any time and reappear at once from anywhere. It is like chasing ghosts, both thrilling and bewildering. But I enjoyed the challenge fog brought to this game I love. It became more of a mind game, a virtual round. I was playing on an imagined pin and towards an envisioned direction. I made two pars, four boggles and three doubles. Better than the usual. 

What is Trust (Tawakul)-(توکل)? It means to have blind faith. I discovered this conviction in the unseen through this foggy round of golf. I understood the workings of this kind of belief. How religions that believe in the unseen God function. How it feels to have faith in an unseeable divinity. If we are unable to see something, it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. My inability to see through golf cannot deny the standing pin on the greens, the sitting bunkers, or the water hazards. 

So much more exists beyond the reach of the eye and approach of the mind. Just look at the universe; just because we haven’t discovered it all or understand it all, doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist. There are literally billions of worlds out there. Fog of illiteracy, avarice, myopia, and superstitions impair our vision. Once the sun of faith and moon of enlightenment shines, this fog disappears and we begin to see beyond our eyes. 

When we hit the ball in fog, we have trust in our swings. We believe that the ball will land at the proper place. The caddie has faith in his expertise and his mind sees the ball taking off to a certain direction. He knows where it will end up. This brings in faith, trust, and belief into this life-like game. The mist mystifies the sport but ultimately embraces it. 

The sunlight, fog, cloud, the flower, bush, jungle, the clay, ditch, and dunes, the sand, beach, and the river: all have a meaningful existence. It does not matter how insignificant it is, everything around us serves some purpose. Some things end up in plates and some things take bites. Some things provide and some things consume. Today, fog gives me a trip into the oasis of mysticism while most of the city is cursing it in frustration. If we learn to cherish our experience in this universe, everything begins to please us. Our heart begins to sing to the tunes of togetherness of the universe. 

“Love calls – everywhere and always. We are sky bound. Are you coming?

Rumi

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The Floating Bubble

Inspired by Soni Cool.

A bubble may be a delicate little object but it symbolizes a mighty element: the existence. Like a bubble, life exists for a brief period. They gloat, bloat and float only to disappear in air to feed the blankness of nothingness: the nonexistence.  

When one sets their eyes on a bubble, it is so tempting to hold it and preserve it forever. But alas, it is too delicate to be held. In fact, it can disintegrate at the slightest heavy hand. Bubbles can sit on palms but can not be held in them. Their brief existence is their essence and in their fragility lies their power. Existence is the proof of presence. The presence is the only evidence of absence. The void of the universe only glitters with the light of existence. And a bubble is one of the precious little pieces of presence. 

I got the picture above from WordPress. I am a follower of an account called Soni’s Thoughts, which posted this picture titled “A Thought”. These beautiful stanzas add a whole new chapter in my cerebral library. 

Inspired by those phrases, I hereby solemnly declare that I forgive all of them who have hurt me in any way. I forget all the mistreatment given to me by anyone. I let go all the grievances I hold and I throw all the grudges away. I want to blow the bubbles of my life with love and I don’t want to suffocate it with hate and sorrow. I set free my mind from chains of negativity. I want to drain the pool of all sorts of bad intentions. I will follow freedom and I will tread on the path of love. 

“Your task is not to seek for love, but merely to seek and find all the barriers within yourself that you have built against it.”

Rumi 

We read hundreds of pages and try to accumulate all the knowledge that exists in the universe and hope that it moves us. But sometimes, one short stanza floods our soul with joy and fulfillment. There is no doubt that anything written with a pen of sincerity and ink of truth can walk straight into a heart. It can kindle a dark portion of the mind and illuminate it forever. The light of some words can change our way of thinking. Words sometimes guide us out from the ditches of despair and lead us to the highway of hope. The power of words makes some books sacred. Sanctity of some words make the narrators holy. Words inspire people to sacrifice their lives for a cause and they can cause a cowardly heart to surrender. A prayer is also words that soar to the skies and bring them down. Words are colorless but they can change colors of our destiny. Poetry is words spoken in sequence, so are the words in the above abstract. Soni’s words made me compare my life with a bubble flying over the lake of time, on the horizon of the cosmos. Wisdom can reside anywhere: at the Bibliotheca Alexandrina or in a soap and water mixture. It is up to us to find it. 

The universe has entrusted us with the gift of life temporarily, only to hand it over to representatives of death at a certain stage. Our stay on this earth is nothing but a bubble. Once this reality becomes clear to us, we can begin to tend to life tenderly. We can not keep on riding the horse of hatred and despair anymore. They say life is too short to live. Once we learn how we should live, it comes to an end. The sooner we come to terms with this temporary world, the better it is for our own welfare. 

Life is a highway. Rascal Flatts “Cars”

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Fast Fires

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

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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