Rocking on the High Rocks

On a pleasant April morning, the traffic was virtually nonexistent on the Murree Expressway. The post-dawn air was crisp and the beauty of the weather was worth the uphill journey. I was quietly anticipating a great round at Chinar Golf Club. The road briskly snaked through the mountains crossing all hurdles smoothly. I cruised inContinue reading “Rocking on the High Rocks”

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 golfContinue reading “Dimples”

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 andContinue reading “Saving The Beautiful Mornings”

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 theContinue reading “The Wise Old Man”

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 allContinue reading “The Fog”

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,Continue reading “The Floating Bubble”

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 longsContinue reading “The Essence”

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’sContinue reading “A Great Detour”