“Some human beings are safe havens. Be companions with them.” Rumi Although I don’t know the language of the birds yet, there is no better place than the LPGA International golf course to learn it. An orchestra of chirping followed by the hammering of woodpeckers entwines my heart and soul then and there. Waves ofContinue reading “Drives in Daytona”
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New Year’s Eve
Leaving Manhattan on New Year’s Eve can be depressing, but this year it turned out to be a great move———and I was looking forward to it. My son had made a reservation at a golf resort at Absecon near Atlantic City. The villa at Marriott Fairways was comfy and loaded. They claim to have sevenContinue reading “New Year’s Eve”
Tarrytown
“When you do things from your soul, you feel a river moving in you, a joy.” Rumi At a pandiculation from skyscrapers of New York City, under the shadow of the magnificent Mario Cuomo Bridge, on the eastern shoulder of the mighty Hudson River, sits a cute little town called “Tarrytown.” Today I happen toContinue reading “Tarrytown”
The Clandestine Gamblers
Golf & Country clubs in Pakistan are mostly member based entities. The elite and privileged class utilize these facilities at their leisure, and they are a great source of employment as well. Many sorts of people walk on the fairways. Course maintenance staff, midway hut butlers, managerial wizards, course marshals, and more. They all keepContinue reading “The Clandestine Gamblers”
Dream Chaser
“Let yourself be silently drawn by the strange pull of what you really love. It would not lead you astray.” Rumi Some shots widen eyes, and some hits go shank. Some relations last longer, and some passions are temporary. Some tongues are meaningless, and some eyes say it all. Some truths fail you and liesContinue reading “Dream Chaser”
The Tale of the Two Eagles
“The noblest pleasure is the joy of understanding.” Leonardo Da Vinci On a sunny and heated morning, the sun shone in full glory and the month of June was at its full swing. So were we. I had challenged my sons to a round of golf since we happened to be in the capital cityContinue reading “The Tale of the Two Eagles”
One
“It was but yesterday I thought of myself as a fragment quivering without rhythm in the sphere of life. Now I know that I am the sphere, and all life in rhythmic fragments moves within me.” Khalil Gibran The stardust was craving to reunite again, but the force of the bang kept it afloat, movingContinue reading “One”
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”
Lunch at Soan River
On the first day of April a group of my business partners had planned a field trip for site selection for our upcoming housing project. Our cavalcade took off from Islamabad, Kenny Rogers was preaching to me, about manners of “Gambling” through my car stereo. Cruising through the beautiful Pothohar plateau, the green and yellowContinue reading “Lunch at Soan River”
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”
Morning With Golf 