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”

The Flight

“Once you learn to function at the peak of consciousness, everything will become a play.” Sadhguru I sent an invite on a WhatsApp group of golfers at PAF Skyview Golf Club Lahore last night. Within no time, a flight of early birds was formed for a post-dawn takeoff. I booked a caddy courtesy of theContinue reading “The Flight”

Tabla and Claps

“We rarely hear the inward music, but we’re all dancing to it nevertheless.” Rumi There is no better beat than the heartbeat of a mother. Like the waves wrapping around you. There is no better song than the prayers of a father. His heart hugging you with his harmony. The mothers’ lullabies and fathers’ cradleContinue reading “Tabla and Claps”

Bridge May Ice

“Once you conquer your selfish self, all your darkness Will change to light.” Rumi When the yawns of humidity and cooler heat of pre-winter, meet in the lap of a September morning, everyone can sense that autumn is just around the corner. When the lush green leaves begin to form a botanical rainbow, one instinctivelyContinue reading “Bridge May Ice”

Dewy but Humid

“The only lasting beauty is the beauty of the heart.” Rumi  On this humid and oppressive morning in August, breathing itself seems to require effort. The leaves are still and the birds are silent. There is no one at the green fee counter. The golf course is empty and the tees are waiting to beContinue reading “Dewy but Humid”

Reshma

“What a joy, to travel the way of the heart.” Rumi On a flight from Boston to Istanbul, I try to update my playlist on the Apple Music app. I am going through my music library to keep the deeper music and shed the temporary hits. I have already worked my way through Junoon’s ‘Sayonee,”Continue reading “Reshma”

The Mewing of a Gray Catbird

“Every morning starts a new page in your story. Make it a great one today.” By Doe Zantamata  Good morning to you all. I am writing this blog at 5:21 am, sitting before a wide window that opens to the whole wide road in front of the house where I’m staying. My eyes are treatedContinue reading “The Mewing of a Gray Catbird”

No Caddies

I put a lot of emphasis on arranging my setup, just for a round of golf. I call it a semantic stylus of my attire. Some may call it overdoing. I don’t care. I try to follow  Jack Nicholson’s here, “I am who I am, your approval isn’t needed.” My chauffeur is ready at 4Continue reading “No Caddies”

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”

That White Sand

“A ball will always come to rest halfway down a hill, unless there is sand or water at the bottom.” Henry Beard  It was one of those rare mornings of June when the weather reminds us of spring. The cool breeze, cloudy sky, and fresh grass were making us forget that yesterday was the summerContinue reading “That White Sand”