GOLF AND ITS LITTLE DIMPLED BALL

Golf is a game of madness. Its full of fun and triple the frustration. The little dimpled ball seems to always tease you.

It is about this wonderful game where a perfectly sensible person goes around hunting for a little white ball.

I started playing golf about 3 years ago. The first two years I chased after that white ball with all the clubs I could find in my bag. I still took century plus whenever I attempted. Then I gave up on the pretext of concentrating on my budding child's budding game of golf! 

This game is indeed frustrating for many reasons...firstly, the golf set isn't very easy to carry and walk around, that too we have to do it over 6000 yards! Then, like other sports, you cannot go in shorts or track suits.To top it all off, there are plenty of rules to follow. There are rules within rules. To know them all is a big task. With all these 'not so lovely' points, this game somehow has a tendency to draw you back.

So, I got drawn and now, after a year's break, I am back at it again. Can you believe it? I am worse off than before or it could mean the dimpled one has become even more smarter. I walk to the ball fully confident that I can send it airborne with ease, yet when I stand over it and stare down at it, it stares right back at me and sends some funny thoughts directly to my brain. Then, I am not so sure...I cannot back off as I am mesmerized and in a trance I go ahead and swing at the ball to design a perfectly straight shot - only that the golf ball refuses to fly, rolls ripping across the green grass and slows down to rest about 50 yards from where it started.

I look at my club, do a practice swing to see what went wrong, put on a false smile on my face and walk down 50 yards wanting to teach that golf ball a lesson. My partners, in the meantime say some encouraging words and I walk on brave and confident once again...only till I reach the golf ball.

The whole process repeats till it finally finds the hole as the hole.

Whatever happens, I am not quitting this time. I am going to break hundred, of that I am sure. After how many more years, I am not too sure. Till then, I am going to shine and clean the dimples and beg them to listen to me and obey me someday! Well, I think I should more importantly take some lessons.

As I am not so sure of the golf ball obeying me soon, I have decided to read the rules of golf in the meantime so that I know when and how I can drop the ball as I often find myself in such situations.