“From the moment of your birth. A ladder was placed before you. To help you escape.” Rumi Isn’t it amazing how a tiny, fragile, lifeless object like a seed grows into a large tree, a smiling flower and food bearing plant? How a small roe develops into mighty whales. How microscopic sperm transforms into aContinue reading “Forever Young”
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Surgical Shots
It is every golfer’s dream to play scratch or under. Most never get to that. There are those that come close but few touch the brinks of that desire. Golf is a deceptive sport. It seems like a piece of cake from the outside but playing is not like eating a pastry. It rattles likeContinue reading “Surgical Shots”
The Beauty Contest
“The beauty is a heart inflamed and a soul enchanted.” Khalil Gibran In the name of the beauty present at the Cafe’ 19, he hit a great shot that crossed the long water hazard and landed at a putter’s grip away from the pin. The caddie shouts “you nailed it sir.” His heart wants toContinue reading “The Beauty Contest”
Mystic Mist
The morning is like a vision impaired and a drunken mind. It is hazy and full of delusions. The blanket of dense murk does not sit well with the time on my wrist watch—7am. The weather app itself seems a bit off this morning. Like most days, I am on my way to the golfContinue reading “Mystic Mist”
Wandering Words
There comes bright day light after each night. The union of days and nights breeds time and time can be good or bad. It could be yours or mine. It can be delightful and it can be abysmal. Time is the one way stream of never ending marathons of the stars heading towards infinity. TheContinue reading “Wandering Words”
Wandering Words
There comes bright day light after each night. The union of days and nights breeds time and time can be good or bad. It could be yours or mine. It can be delightful and it can be abysmal. Time is the one way stream of never ending marathons of the stars heading towards infinity. TheContinue reading “Wandering Words”
The Wings of Love
It begins with a glance and ends in tears. It rises from waiting and leads to longing. Once the eyes meet, the calm departs. When beauty arrives … The Wings of Love
The Wings of Love
It begins with a glance and ends in tears. It rises from waiting and leads to longing. Once the eyes meet, the calm departs. When beauty arrives through one door, the heart leaves through the other. When love lands in the valley of a heart’s chamber the magic echoes in the mountains of existence. TheContinue reading “The Wings of Love”
The Red Rose
As I reached home after an abysmal round at the Margalla Greens Golf Club, I was feeling defeated and drained. When I got out of my car, a dazzling red rose magnetically struck me. It was smiling at me in a welcoming gesture. It was at its full bloom as it turned completely towards theContinue reading “The Red Rose”
Royalty, Peasants and Golf
Made out of plastic and rubber, the golf ball resembles an egg. The club is made of graphite or steel and rubber. All of it is a lifeless matter, yet the stick swings at such a high speed that causes the ball to take a flight to hundreds of yards. Only for a brief moment,Continue reading “Royalty, Peasants and Golf”
Morning With Golf 