Still Your Shot

It is only 10:30 pm and my eyelids are hurrying to fold. The day following this night was busy and demanding. Even on the cusp of falling asleep, golf is on my mind. I have an early morning match tomorrow at Gymkhana Club Golf Course. My co-flyers have been practicing hard at the range while I was working at the office all day. I know practice makes a man perfect but hard work secures the job at the office and makes a man worthy. Although I am my own boss, a man’s gotta do what a man’s got to do. I don’t want to lose the match at the club tomorrow but I didn’t have the time to practice today. My office does not intend to lose the deal that we are trying so hard to make. Being their leader, I needed to guide my colleagues from the front. And I did. Golf is one of my priorities but an expensive trade like golf requires a solid income. Only working hard guarantees the bills at the golf club. It is my shot. I will take it in a responsible manner. 

Fun, entertainment, and buzz are few satisfying features of our life. Our responsibilities are much more important to have that pleasure. All human beings need a sense of adventure, be it on a course or a club. It is up to us what kind of excitement we strive for. Everything is related to age and status. We must change our ways according to the times. What creates a disturbance at a mature age is the unwise lifestyle of our fondness for particular types of pleasures that have stuck with us from our bachelor times. Alone and young, submitting to peer pressure, sometimes falling into the webs of alcohol and drugs. Some of us develop taste for poker nights at home and others find refuge in casinos. Some of us seek intoxicating substances to get high. 

Golf also gives us buzz but in a positive manner. Golf or other sports are healthy addictions which adds so much to our personality and life. Whereas most of the other mediums that get us stoned may cause damage to our health. I would advise all of the readers to just say no to them. Golf is played in a lush green ambiance that’s soothing for the eyes and the brain. Air on the course is usually cleaner and fresh. Treelines provide a comforting umbrella and flower beds, bushes and shrubs add more to the environment. Nicely dressed golfers in their colorful attire tell the tale of their aesthetic senses. While most of the other materials we use to get high are consumed indoors and in secret from society and our loved ones. How high we want to get is still our shot to take.

One of the most important aspects of life is our family. We usually cannot keep balance and harmony among work, amusement, and time for our loved ones. Wife, kids, business, and golf require undivided attention and unshared concentration. Eye on the ball and eye on the stock exchange index keep both on the tracks. In order to be a successful person, we should compartmentalize our time and priorities among family, friends, business, sport, meditation, spirituality, and literary activities. I am not that much of a success story because I am a one-track-minded goon in the multitudinous era of multitasking. It is not easy to lead a simple life in this perplexing age of multitude. Yet our young generation is an expert on the game. Simultaneously they do a range of things, type through speakers, enjoy music, and play video games on PlayStations. The Internet is their arena and binary products are their rides. They surf through the universe and sit in their bedrooms. I love my kids a lot and that really inspires me to always remain a friendly dad. The parents who are ignorant of the Hitech lifestyle are illiterate in the eyes of their own kids. Obviously, the distance increases between them and it breeds misunderstandings. I try to work hard to stay oriented with the hi-five world in which my kids are growing up. It is my attempt to rightfully keep the title of a ‘cool’ dad. I know these birds will soon be flying their own flights yet I hope they will keep in touch with their cool dad. It is still my shot to call. 

“One day you will ask me which is more important? My life or yours? I will say mine and you will walk away not knowing that you’re my life”

  • Khalil Gibran 

In golf, “still your shot” are the three ugliest words one can hear. In life calling one’s own shot is a much sought-after status. Such is the duality of the universe. 

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Heavy Heads

I was scrolling down my Facebook page this afternoon and the picture above popped up on my screen. It was posted by a very dear friend of mine from college days, Billy Wayne Adcock, Jr. He happens to end up physically and mentally at the strangest spots on both the internet and our great planet. His post today is an example of this. This great piece of art was inviting me to share my thoughts and the writer in me could not resist.

There is no doubt that in this age of great scientific revolution we are carrying heavy and humming heads. Our collective lifestyle is mechanical, food is processed, clothing is polyester, the air is highly polluted, homes and offices are narrow and closed, thoughts are propagated, minds are loaded with relevant and irrelevant information, and hearts are coldly materialistic. We lead highly artificial lives. We think pragmatically. Our relationships are fragile and temporary. Our extended families are now reduced to nucleus ones and they are also breaking. We believe in insurance companies but don’t trust or stand by each other. Most of our homes are broken, parents are divorced, siblings are at bay, children are glued to PlayStations and all of us are enslaved by screens. Our appliances are wireless but we are entangled to them. Our socialization is online and we take virtual tours. Day by day, we go away and away from nature.

Our dreamy lyrics are getting replaced by practical hip hop. Audiobooks are eradicating reading. We call illicit things art and like to live in sex free society. We prefer preparations and ignore prayers. We look for temporary affairs in clubs and avoid finding soulmates and marriages. We seek happiness by getting high and through intoxicating substances; we don’t find comfort in the company of loved ones. In the industrial and info tech era, we sing with eclectic composers and dance to electronic tunes. We wear chemical perfumes and enjoy plastic flowers. Our fruits are seedless and we eat hybrid vegetables. Our burgers have no carbs and our desserts have no sugar. It is undeniable that all of our advances take a heavy toll on our minds and bodies. They both are designed to live in tune with nature but we are making them adapt differently. 

We must understand that our high speed and high tech rockets will only take us to faraway stars that are merely made of gases, dust, and stones. At the height of our scientific advances do we intend to reach the barren celestial worlds only to satisfy our greed for more and more lands and their ownership?  Whereas we already have plenty of lands here on earth for all of us. We only need to distribute its sources among us honestly and justly. I don’t object to space exploration at all. Rather I am a staunch supporter of our celestial voyages. I only advocate a lighter approach and a positive philosophical direction for it all. 

We must pause time to reevaluate the direction of our progress and the speed of our scientific discoveries. Are we heading in the right direction? Is our knowledge leading us in accordance with universal laws and realities, or we are on the colliding path? What does the combination of machines and the human body have in store for us? It is true that the arrival of artificial intelligence in our day to day life is making it easier and comfortable. But can IA take over our world from us? Will singularity and artificial intelligence assist us to achieve a greater purpose or lead us to our damnation? 

From our bodies to our social fabric, to plants to animals to planets to the galaxy, we are promoting unique, paradoxical, and experimentation probes and challenges. We are creating artificial organs, hybrid seeds, cloning, and photonic spacecraft. Are we looking for exobiological evidence and chasing extraterrestrial beings? Or do we merely want more resources and a better life for our fellow human beings? 

Are we going to make our heads lighter or will we add more and more burden on already loaded ones? Do things like literature, poetry, art, music, gardening, and worship have any space in the life of interplanetary human beings? 

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Beat Them All

They are heroes at the golf clubs. They walk with their broad shoulders hawkishly, brag about their achievements and goals, stand tall like a winner, and are known as pros. Many people wait for their turns to take lessons from them at the range. When they come to tee off they start from the black tees way behind my white ones. Their tee shots would carry three hundred plus in routine. Bunkers and rough shots are no issue to them. Their second shots usually land on the greens. And they would play under and scratch in routine.  

I am a casual golfer, who started playing late in life. Ever since I have begun playing I only paused due to injury, weather, or epidemic. My consistency in golf is the talk of the town. Not being an athlete, I haven’t improved much but I am a survivor on the course. I would take nine strokes from these golf lords whenever I played with them. They would scare me with the velocity of their swing. Especially with the thwack of their one woods. I used to dream that one day I will take them head-on. That day never came. I played friendly matches with them and I lost one after another. Each time I played with them I learned something. As my nephew Sairam often loves to quote Mr. Nelson Mandela, “I never lose. I either win or learn.’ I have not stopped learning and I never will.

 In the great game of golf, there are certain hours that favor or disfavor you. You just got to be on the course to avail of them. Or you should be off the course to avoid them. Last week, that hour came and the whole week belonged to me. I beat three of these lords one after another. The fourth barely escaped defeat and came square with me at the last green. One by one their game got scattered on the fairways and greens. From Royal Palm to Golf & Country Club to PAF Skyview, grass and greens assisted me. Bunker sands, trees, bushes, water hazards, and Out of Bounds, everything stood by me and against them. They came to join my flight one by one and kept falling into the web of my winning spell. 

Golf belongs to none but effort works for all. Those who walk holding victory in their wallets, usually lose it to humble pickpocketers; whether in golf or in life. They lose to people who have composure and play with their heads and hands, not with pride. Overconfidence and underestimation are the two major ingredients in the tales of most defeats. Professionals carry certain pride, the armor of skills, the unbreachable fort of self-confidence, a saddle of experience on the back of the thoroughbred of training. They have all the right to be proud and act as premiers on the course and in the clubhouse. But they should be watchful about the humble players. Like me, these people ride on the bare horse of faith and carry the sword of struggle. They may lack in all abilities and facilities but they are loaded with patience and persistence. Regularity and continuity can breach castles of all kinds and Pharos of all trades. 

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Arrival

I swear, after seeing your face the whole world is fraud and fantasy  Rumi “Once I have seen your ocean blue eyes, I can not see elsewhere. Ever …

Arrival

Arrival

I swear,

after seeing your face

the whole world is

fraud and fantasy 

  • Rumi

“Once I have seen your ocean blue eyes, I can not see elsewhere. Ever since I held you in my arms, I cannot hold anything other than you.”, exclaims a mother holding her infant in her lap. The father steps in the room and looks at both of them adorably, undecided who he loves more, baby or mother. He knows he can’t stay away from both of them for long. 

This is the story of another young family in another town. They are ecstatic on the arrival of their newborn and they have been through much to get to this cherishable point. 

A moon teaches gradualness 

and deliberation and how one gives birth 

to oneself slowly. Patience with small details 

makes perfect a large work, like the universe. 

What nine months of attention does for an embryo 

forty early mornings will do for your gradually growing wholeness.

  • Rumi

Though pain is something all of us avoid, there is one pain we wait for. In fact, we welcome and celebrate it. This is the pain of contractions. An epidural may provide some ease but there is no escape. The task to get through pregnancy and delivery is strenuous and backbreaking. It is a matter of much more than pain. It demands patience, tolerance, a big heart, and a strong mind. It requires an abundance of time and sacrifice. 

After all, nothing valuable comes easily. They say the process of delivery itself is a new birth for the mother, as well. 

One look at the newborn’s face makes any amount of pain worth it. What a mystery nature unfolds and how it buds into an adult. A newborn is an answer to a mother’s prayers and pregnancy is an announcement of that benediction. Just imagine the immensity of the creator’s imagination and inventiveness of the process of birth. It begins with a look and a kiss and ends up in a womb and a cradle. The relationship of tenderness, fondness, loveness, and sweetness breeds a new world of uniqueness. It is a common phenomenon that parents imprint the baby’s mind with their own beliefs but remember, a baby brings many changes in their parent’s life as well. Yes, babies keep them under their thumb and enslave them with the rope of their innocence and fragility. It is two-way binding; an unwritten contract full of conditions and concessions. The world has to make space for the incomers. They need their room, bed, kitchen and silverware, clothing, washings, and wrappings. And though they seem like a blank slate, they know how to get all of it. 

Their cry can pierce a heart of stone and fiber. Their scream can shake castles and forts. Their looks can open any kernel and their smiles can touch cardiac cores. They know how to melt a cold heart and how to induce you to love. All grown-ups have a hidden baby inside them, and infants can ignite it convincingly. In order to get rid of all your anxiety and depression, I would recommend you spend time with a newborn. It may make your time miserable at times but you would not think of any of your worries. 

These fragile babies grow up to be leaders, statesmen, philosophers, scientists, astronauts, composers, singers, actors, and great business tycoons. Some of them single-handedly change the outlook of the entire humanity. Who can predict that a tenuous little fellow in a baby cart would grow up to be able to achieve wonders in the course of a few more years? 

The first glance from the eyes of the beloved is like the spirit that moved upon the face of the waters, giving birth to heaven and earth.

  • Khalil Gibran 

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Love, Light, and Life

Communication is to a relationship what water is to a plant. There are hundreds of ways to converse and connect but nothing beats the contact by eye and touch of heart. Eyes convey what the heart wants and transmit what dreams can conceive. In the age of 4G and 5G internet, to claim the superiority of these medieval modes of communication is like a fool’s brag.  

I wouldn’t mind arguing in the favor of communication relayed through the heart and eyes. Man has spoken to deities, angels, and strangers only through heartbeat, dreams, and the mutual gaze. Moreover, most of the science is merely a product of supposition and human imagination. The brain assists at times like these as an e-library and a word processor. Some communications are silent and some are loud. Some are essential and others are meaningless. One of those necessary ones is the one that planet Earth is trying to establish with its residents, the communication of peaceful coexistence. 

This is the age of infotech and communication revolutions. Scientists are planning to go to the moon to set up a 4G network in order to make contact with the robo explorers. Imagine communicating with an IA on another planet. How much access and control of the far-flung planets it will give to human beings, sitting here on the earth.

Man’s phenomenal increase in reach and capability to travel with speed and light provides him with abundant resources and choices.

The unprecedented success in communication and algorithms has given him limitless powers to explore planets and their moons. 

However, we cannot forget how the explorers of the other planets treated their own. The present conditions of Earth are predictors of what can happen on other worlds. So far humans have contributed  nothing but debris to space and the other planets. We have polluted space while we will plunder the moon and Mars. We want to terraform other planets while we are rapidly burning ours. 

Every now and then Earth tries to communicate with us, protesting against our treatment of her. Sometimes it shakes, other times it spills water reminding its residents to live in harmony and mutual respect. 

But we overlook these attempts at communication from our home. We keep on exploiting everything we can to bend the universe to our purpose. 

The ego is a veil between humans and God.

  • Rumi 

The sooner humans learn to be one with the universe, the better it is for their existence. We can explore and expand to any part of the galaxy but should not intend to subjugate it. Like earth, the universe offers gifts of many sorts: lands full of minerals and horizons loaded with newer milky ways. Now it is a reality that the Southern Hemisphere of the moon holds water. Who knows what else is hidden out there. Before soaring there to transform other planets, we must stop devastating our home. This is what the Earth is trying to say if we are willing to listen. Earth feeds, protects, and provides for us like a parent. It shelters us as a home. It dispenses water to quench our thirst. So far, all voyaging across universes strongly recommends that Earth is more precious and valuable to us than anything the universe could offer. Let us cherish it more and keep it safe. We should mean what we say and we should say what we mean. 

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She

She strolls in and time stands still, the room begins to glow, air gets aromatic, sceneries on the wall come to life and my heart starts dancing . An…

She

She

She strolls in and time stands still, the room begins to glow, air gets aromatic, sceneries on the wall come to life and my heart starts dancing . An…

She

She

She strolls in and time stands still, the room begins to glow, air gets aromatic, sceneries on the wall come to life and my heart starts dancing . An aura of grace escorts her and charm genuflects. She unveils the creator’s mastery and unfolds chapters of enchantment. Her fingers move acoustically and her look is musical. Fairies feel shy and pixies envy her. Stars shine and flowers bud to her smile. She heats my heart and stirs my soul. How can I keep my heart and how can I maintain my vanity? She is crazily cute and superlatively attractive. 

Not only is she beautiful but also tremendously intelligent, wise and witty. She speaks with flowers and her smile is fragrant. Little stars in her eyes swirl my soul and her touch soars me above the sky of sagacity. 

What’s more beautiful is her attitude. She knows she is phenomenally beautiful yet chooses to remain humble. She does not take pride in her looks rather she values modesty. She is profoundly polite, exceptionally entrusting, fundamentally friendly, nicely naughty, tremendously trustworthy, honorably honest, and outstandingly out of this world. She believes in hard work and trusts in  ability. A good person and a great friend. She is a daughter, sister, wife, mother, and philanthropist. 

One glance by her can vanish my sleep and one smile by her turns my world upside down. My heart pumps faster, my breath goes crazy, my throat desiccates and my lips are locked in her presence. My vocabulary dries up and my sentences mingle. I lose my senses and begin to act weird. She is mightily prepossessing and vitally irresistible. Her glamour knocks me out and her spell rocks me. She arrests my moment and diwindles my hour. I can gaze at her glaring eyes for the rest of my life. I can hear her voice from dawn to dusk. I can wait for her till the end of time. I will gamble away my life and I will trade heavens for her. Her wisdom is my fort and my heart is her home. 

If you love someone, you are always joined with them–in joy, in absence, in solitude, in strife.

Rumi 

She is dear and she is near. She is sweet and she shines. She sparkles my soul and twinkles in my dreams. I breathe for her and my heart beats in her respect. Her blink is my order and her node is my reward. She is my hope and she stands behind my struggles. I can wage war for her and I will win castles if she so desires. She made me what I am and she designs what I would be. I adore her. I love her. 

Can’t take my eyes off you

Frankie Valli

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Falling Leaf

It’s not easy to imbibe, grow, and flourish. I do all that. That’s when you grow on me and at that stage, I become a tree. You and I enjoyed the spring and summer together, we had joy, we had fun, we had seasons and the sun.  Autumn and winter are approaching. Now it’s time for you to fall, says the tree to the leaf.    

I abstract chloroform for you, blistering myself in the process. I face scorching heat to provide you with shade. I help you grow seeds and fruits. I decorate your barren trunk and branches. I resist the wind, rain, storm and heat. I give sound to your silence. I cover and protect you. Well! You begin to ignore me when I need you the most. When I grow weak, lose my colors, and when my life is in danger. Yet I will fall since obeying you is my virtue but remember, I love you and I am not a quitter.

I don’t give up. I am the leaf. You will throw me on the ground and I will become the fertilizer that makes you stronger. Your branches are my playground. My home. My love. I know I am a leaf that got to grow on a plant. Doesn’t matter how bad you treat me or how many times I fall, I will keep coming back.

Never say goodbye

Jon Bon Jovi

“How can I shed you by choice? Tell me my sweetheart!” sighs the trunk. You are an eternal part of me and I am incomplete without you. Only you decorate me and add beauty to my existence. You are the source of my chloroform, I breathe through you. You are my eyes and my ears. You are my lifeline. I become mere wood when you are gone. 

It’s the weather that departs us and makes me shed. I work hard to regrow you and witness your reincarnation. I will give a new birth. I preserve meristematic tissue for your new life. As soon as the weather becomes warmer, along with the availability of light, nutrients and water, I tirelessly begin to grow you back. What do you know how much I suffer without you? I go fasting, feel cold, face rains, snow and malnutrition. 

Only the living can write the songs of separation. The dead cannot imagine the agony of uncoupling. Only the living one faces the anguish of separation. The trauma of detachment goes to bones. The torture of severance throws one in the desert of abandonment. I miss you. We will meet again. 

I know nothing returns from the valley of death. If it does it never comes in the same shape. I would like them to enjoy the way they love each other. 

I will not interfere in their argument. I don’t intend to make their life miserable, like humans did with information, knowledge and the so called enlightenment. Living unconsciously like most of the botanical and zoological life may be a blessing in itself. Our conscious life gave nothing to this earth but pollution and plundering. What did we get from knowledge is also arguable? 

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