Faith and Reason

The morning today is hot and humid. Air is thick and heavy. Weather in the nineties Fahrenheit and pollution in a city of more than fifteen million further contaminates the environment representing the trailer of hell that provides a taste of perdition. On a break of dawn like that I am headed towards the golf course, sentenced to scorch in pursuit of inebriety of the sport. Intoxication of all sorts is harmful to human health but golf on the contrary is a great physical and cerebral activity. Of course it is an addiction yet an adorable one. The craving of friendship is hilarious and the affection of the supernatural makes one act beyond comprehension and contention. It carries something that only ancestors’ wisdom can narrate. 

Today, I strive to explore a worldly view of a great story of submission and sacrifice. I do not intend to offend anyone; it is only a humble attempt to learn something from this unique parable. My upbringing teaches me a holy aspect of these biblical happenings. My quest on the other hand instigates me to look deep inside the lines in order to go beyond grandma’s version. Such a sacred description is full of attraction and demands attention. Why nations after nations have faith in this unbelievable fable and the holiest of holy narrates it proudly? Most sacred scriptures further emphasize it with zeal and respect. 

A sixteen years old boy denounced by his father and community due to his radical belief that challenged theirs, faced the wrath of a ruthless ruler of the land who declared him as his archenemy. What saved Abraham from Nimrod’s pit of fire? Instead of fear, he fell in the fire holding firmly to his belief, in a state of gratefulness and walked out of it without a bead of sweat upon his skin. He held his head high while his enemies stared at him with eyes widened. My lesson from this is that the saviour is mightier than the oppressor. Belief at times can prove to be stronger than reason. 

He had to migrate from the lands of his ancestors and adopt a life of nomads.The test of Abraham’s commitment didn’t end there. It further led him to put a dagger on the throat of his dearest son. Abraham never hesitated; he held the knife on his son’s throat piercing it with full force. His son neither showed any reluctance in his obedience to God nor displayed a sign of deterrence.

The ultimate belief of the father and son is revered to this date. The ram came later. It is not the fire and the knife that matters, it’s the discussion with the angel and later with his son that amazes me. 

Abraham said: “My dear son, I have seen a vision from God in which you are to be offered in sacrifice by me. Now tell me what is your view?” His son replied: “Oh my father, do as you are commanded, you will find me, God willing, one of the loyal!”

He was shackled, his hand and feet tied with a chain and fitted in a giant catapult in front of a furnace. An angel approached him and asked him what he wished? He replied,

 “I want my God to be happy with me.”

He did not ask for help and rescue. He had accepted it as God’s will. Both events have set the greatest example of obedience and consent throughout history. 

Abraheem is the father of many monotheistic religions. There are a bunch of differences among Judaism, Christianity and Islam but their Abraheem is the same except the spellings. The story of  Abraham or Ibrahim is a story of complete submission. I will spell him ‘Abraheem’ to take an individual and temporal ground. 

Abraheem, the son of a sculptor who didn’t like his father’s work much and submitted to the unseen and unknown. He further accepted to burn in fire at the age of sixteen and was ready to sacrifice his son when he was a hundred year old. According to Islamic belief Ibrahim’s test continued, he received a command to take his wife and infant child to a desolate place in the middle of the Arabian desert and leave them there only in the care of God. There was nothing except sand and stone there. Later on a house of God called Kaba was built at this place. Today millions go there to perform pilgrimage. All upcoming prophets came from Abraheem’s bloodline. What a primordial role he plays in human development and what a reward for his faith and sacrifice. Billions believe in the teachings of his children and remember him in a tone of great gratitude in their prayers. The story of Abraheem flickers at the earthly mind that trusts reason, doubt and rebellion. It proclaims the importance of faith, belief and obedience. Let the brain explore and allow your heart to choose. 

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Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, Author, Poet, Blogger, Entrepreneur, Wanderer 

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The Grand Affair

There is no flag to flap, no wind chime to tinkle, and no light house to point out the shore. It arrives unannounced; roars in silence, radiates in the eyes, and resides in a heartbeat. It springs smiles and it adores laughter. From writing songs to forming melodies, from speaking through flowers to glittering in the iris, it is a path camouflaged as a destination. It descends hilariously and leaves us in melancholia. It approaches in cheers and drains in tears. It flies without wings and walks inaudibly. Cherished by all yet satisfies none, produces pain that nourishes cries.  It is a mute that is the talk of the town. A smile that needs no lips, a song that hearts sing, a fragrance beyond aroma, and a function without movement. It acts alone and affects all. It is a dance without steps. It is music without sound. It is smoke without a fire. It is a forest without trees. It is a current without an ocean. It is a star that is not in the sky. It is peace and a storm as well. To me, it is a hurricane of emotions. It demands devotion and requires sacrifice. 

It shines and it is fine. It is love. We all adore it. That’s what we all seek. For love, saints choose celibacy and kings left thrones. Emperors built monuments like Taj Mahal and amorists happily accepted demise. The most glorious form of love in parenting. What a pretty process to protect and progress the pearl string of life.

Nucleus family unit consists of love. The love of divinity has produced the greatest stories of sacrifice, self restraint, and more. 

History has seen volumes of humanity’s love stories. The picture below inspires me to find a celestial love story. 

Our universe continually witnesses a love affair of two stars: the sun and the earth. This love story is millennials old yet remains fresher than ever. The sun keeps the earth close through the gravity of unshakable love. She (earth) on the other hand doesn’t want to leave her swirling worship. Such consistency and regularity on both their parts has never seen a single jolt in their relationship. This is a love that illuminates the darkest corners of our solar system and spreads warmth all around. He(sun) sheds a gracious light and she(earth) spreads a delightful scent to facilitate life. They both are absorbed deeply in each other’s ave. There are other hopefuls of the sun’s attention out there like Mars and Mercury but their chances are dimmer and slim. The sun attends them but not with the same affection. They either burn in jealousy or shiver in cold desperation. The sun endears the adorable earth in a milder environment of his fondness. When a part of her moves away from his sight he asks the moon to take care of her. The Moon also tries to seek her attention in secret. It changes many shapes from crescent to a round to no avail. However, she doesn’t bother taking her eyes off the glorious sun. He is handsome and powerful. He is mighty and bright. He is grand and glorious. She is pretty and pure. She is filled with life and beauty. She is faithful and a fairy herself. Their awe stands unmatched and nothing is missing in their relationship. Love knows no boundaries. After all what is love but gravity. 

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Ahsan Jamil

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Piece of Peace

Trees are tall, mountains are steep, roads are curvy, temperature is 11°c, altitude is 8630.00 ft, rain is recurrent, clouds assemble here and people are friendly. It is the one and only Changla Gali. It is the summer mansion of a very dear friend of mine Mr. Shahid Mahmood. Although it is a ritual for me to make an annual journey here, just like a bee visits a flower. I was going to skip it this year due to the pandemic. However, his considerate call moved me to make my way up the mountains. The respect of friendship proved stronger than the perils of the pandemic and I was once again acting like a backpacker cordially attending his call. 

Both of us respect this great heritage house very much, so would you. Once you see it. This is a historic property built in the early sixties, conceived by a British bride of a local lord. Mr. Shahid has maintained its originality to its every brick. Its geography is as unique as its facade. It is a qualification in itself to spend some time here. 

Weather rotates here like a bicycle chain. It routinely changes gears. The diversity of weather up here plays a continuous game of musical chairs among the sun, rain, lightning, cold, and warmth. The clouds come to conceal the tall trees but they grow even taller. I haven’t seen cedar trees towering so high anywhere else. This is a forest village, home to many members of the pine family; kil and redwood are a few to mention. Lightning also tries to ablaze these tall dwellers of mountains but their sheer number makes their survival inevitable. Nothing can disturb the serenity of this paradise. 

Wild daisies own these valleys and the hearts of local and tourist girls. If you ever visit this valley, don’t forget to wear a daisy crown on your head. Local kids are experts in making these headbands. Fuscia the dancing doll, hydrangeas, Pensy, petunia, and carnation are human contributions to the ambiance.

Monkeys are the naughty dwellers of these mountains. These monkeys are usually present near the roads to welcome tourists. If you are generous with them, they will eat from your hand. Bananas are their favorite and corn bud is acceptable. In dark and snowy nights one can also spot tigers looking for food nearby.

This mountain top has a bird’s eye view in all directions as if it is playing the role of nature’s watchdog. Rawal Lake and Pindi Point Murree are an eyeshot from here. We can also see the icy peaks of heaven on earth, Kashmir, on a clear sunny day without the help of binoculars.  

I am writing these lines sitting in the BBQ Island of this manor. Sun dodged the procession of clouds that appeared in full might, I guess only to be mentioned in this article. In bright sunlight, I spotted a couple of butterflies flipping and kissing over the nicely placed flower pots. I tried to capture them on video. Let’s see if you can place them. The roads that bring you here are curlier than Goldilocks’ hair. Twisting and turning like belly dancers, these paths keep you at the edge, anxiously awaiting what’s around the curve. 

My outdoor speaker is a regular companion during my travels and today it is airing Dire Straight in the background. I can hear him singing ‘Brothers in arms.’ I wonder how we can find time to wage wars on a heavenly planet like this. In my view, one lifetime is not long enough to completely appreciate the abode we are blessed with. The tranquility of places like this gives us a message of preservation and procurement of peace. 

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Ahsan Jamil

Blogger, author, poet, entrepreneur, golfer, wanderer 

Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

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Golf at the Capital Hills

Doves, Lotus, white roses, Bogan Bail, clouds, fresh breeze, singing birds, Taylormade M6 and the beautiful Islamabad Club Golf Course, what a privileged beginning of a Monday morning.

In the vast valley of Margalla hills I take off on back nine at this twenty seven hole golf course. The dog leg hole number ten is a driving test. The golfer ought to hit straight, ensuring command as well as control on distance and direction or fly it over the jungle. I chose to hit straight in the middle of the elbow. There begins the whirlpool of back nine at this golf course. The ball from my second shot lands in the feet of a bogan bail loaded with red petals. I assumed it to be a welcome bouquet by Islamabad club golf course. There was room for an easy chip and putt. Those who know me are well aware of my obsession with sand. How could I bypass a nicely combed bunker? 

The eleventh hole is slightly straight yet trees around it embrace this fairway tightly. I couldn’t understand why my ball was turning left despite a grand tee shot. As I approached the ball on the left edge of the fairway, I saw a congregation of fully blossomed lotuses. In great resemblance to Rumi’s swirling dervishes they were ready to receive me with open sepals. 

What a reception by the course today. Next par three, hole number twelve is a junction of creek, jungle and bunker. This is a small, narrow, and naughty fairway. I was precise with the club and desired drop destination to no avail. The rough at Islamabad club is a jungle and here it is never easy to put a bridle on a hidden “jungli” inside me. I sometimes feel the horns emerging from my forehead in situations like this. I know one day the beast within me will go into this forest in hot pursuit of a golf ball, never to return again. Hole thirteen is also a dogleg. I had to concentrate on the game after my prior adventures in the jungle in order to refurbish myself back to civilization. A singing dove was trying to mesmerize me further into toxication. The next hole is small and consists of a hundred and twenty yards only, I scored a beastly birdie. Islamabad club likes to brag about its narrow bridges and hollow walkways. Hanging branches over the simly bridge and umbrella-like shrubs at the passage at the 15th hole made an attempt to grant a motherly shawl.

Hole Number fifteen is nothing but a wide waste of width. It is wider than the wind and fat like a beer belly. Only a real pheasant can hit over the boundaries here. 

The image of a far away skyscraper in the lap of Margalla hills reminds me that I am very much in the middle of a civilization. I think to myself, either the designer of this club must have been a dog lover given the repetitive dog leg fairways or whether it was the topography of the Potohar plateau that inspired his design. Walking on hole number seventeen seems like a journey longer than life. Distant mirages of Margalla hills argue the endlessness of this fairway. Its vast width however is a carpet of hope that ensures that there is a flag post ahead. Once I frog to the final fairway, the fairytale forwards into the fright of the forthcoming working day.

 Just another manic Monday 

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Behind the Silence

Silence is pre-existent and eternal, all sounds are temporary and eventually end up dead. Silence is the language of the universe and the painting of eternity. It engulfs everything and speaks through time. It respects the light and loves the night. It articulates itself through flowers and smiles via fragrance, moves with colors and lives among stars. It’s a mischief of the eyes and the sparkle of the brain. It is a friend of the fairies and companion of lovers. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Ahsan Jamil

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In Through The Heart

I sail with you on the ocean of my dreams 

to a far away distant place of great beauty and tranquility. 

where suffering and pain do not exist, 

where we give praises for our joy and happiness, 

where our Love interwines with Love for all things.

Rumi

The quality of sentimental observation grafts a poet. Narrative instinct creates a writer. Strong commitment raises a leader amongst us. Ultimate devotion buds a saint. Absolute meditation leads to nirvana. Utmost reverence soars a believer to the herms of heavens. Deep philosophical quests introduce systems like communism and capitalism. Zealous science seekers unearth Newtonian laws. Determined sailors discover new continents.

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

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

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

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

We are the world 

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

Good ideas will take you places.

Sometimes I just like to think,

And capture my ideas in ink.

When the pen begins to flow,

I leave my thoughts and let them go.

It’s when the mind starts to run free,

That we really do begin to see.

Our eyes are somehow opened wide,

And we are given a peek inside.

We see the place where ideas grow,

The one’s with passion we must sow.

Big ideas can give us power,

They bloom and grow just like a flower.

Tricky problems simply pop,

As great ideas take you to the top.

Don’t keep them locked up in dark spaces,

Good ideas will take you places.

-Debra Lynne Langley

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Swing and the Java Plum

There are days when success follows us and times when it leaves us without a prior notice. Life is a race for victory, and sometimes life runs from the winners. No one runs this marathon better than a sports man. Among sports, golf is nothing but a regular punishment with brief intervals. The golf ball is known for its willfulness, it reacts in the strangest of styles and ends up at the most peculiar places. There often comes a time in golfing when we need to go back to the range, online coaching videos, and golf books to regain our swing and control. They introduce us to wonderful golf lessons, amazing techniques and marvelous formulas. We try to translate the attained knowledge at the range where it seems fine. We go home thinking, we are fit to play a resolute round. We try to mirror those lessons at the course only to lose another round again and we accept defeat shyly and shake hands with the winning player, wondering what went wrong. The next day we return to the range only to train for another failure . 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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The Magic of Music II

This is the second part of my previous article:

“The Magic of Music”

Music is an energy that touches the soul. It’s a frisson of excitement that runs through the heart and comforts the mind. It enriches the surroundings and flourishes the atmosphere. Breads the dance and expresses the unsaid. Music translates joy and defines grief. It is a breath of beauty and praise of the beautiful. It expresses love and exhausts hate. It is a lyric of a lover and partner of the poet, acapella of reverence and hymn of the choir. Music lives in a flute and dances on the drums. It dominates the opera and consolidates the plot of a movie. It is a mate of the dancer and language of a composer. It makes strings sing and gives melody to metal. It pronounces intimacy and energizes the audience. It brings the beat and roars the rhythm. It produces life in a word and turns a verse into a song. It unites millions and rides the air. 

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

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

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

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

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

Peter Gabriel & Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan- Passion.

Yanni – Nostalgia

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New Social Animal

In these unique, uncertain, and unseen times, a sense of stability is very important to maintain balance in life. It’s easier said than done. The traditional rich are falling like dry leaves and old jobs are shedding like broken feathers. Usual businesses are sinking and new complicated and strange trades are emerging. It is becoming nearly impossible to cope with changes in economic affairs and the fast pace of progress for the majority of us. An ever-changing working environment, unbelievable floods of inventions, and constant fear of health hazards regularly shatter minds even in the safest conditions and securest of jobs. Psychological pressure and continued anxiety breed unprecedented burdens on the already fragile social fabric. In these circumstances to remain on our feet is what matters.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Moon and Monsoon

The scorching heat of June in Lahore is driving me to make my way to the northern hills. The pandemic, however, pulls me back home. Within the family, we were divided about the decision to stay home or to go to Bhurban. In the end, logic triumphs emotion. I know clouds roam in the streets of Nathiagali and dance with pines at Bhurban slopes. What a pity to be stuck in the heat. When we have all the arrangements available to us in a much cooler atmosphere. I am already missing golf at Chinar GCC Murree. This golf course is eight thousand feet above sea level. What a unique place it is. One becomes ‘one with the universe’ in a place like that. 

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

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

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

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

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

By

 Ahsan Jamil

Golfer, entrepreneur, blogger, author, poet, wanderer 

Email: Golfaij@gmail.com

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