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”

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”

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”

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”

Nest

“Trees are poems that earth writes on the sky.” Khalil Gibran  When I saw a large beehive hanging from a tree at the ninth tee box at Gujranwala Golf Club, I felt a chill in my stance that the backswing might disturb bees in their home. My ears shivered to the slight buzz in theContinue reading “Nest”

Just The Two Of Them

“Reason is powerless in the expression of love.” Rumi A couple of pigeons sat on the v shaped stem on the top of a tree. I guess they appreciated the warmth of an April morning. My tee shot landed behind that tree in the rough. I got there to plan my approach shot from theContinue reading “Just The Two Of Them”

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”

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”