black.gray.white

Part I of the golf tournament is over. I am one shade darker. Part II continues in KL, Monday and three days later, I would have a burnt out tan. I stocked-up bottles of sunblock, UV protection lotion and moisteuriser from Banana Boat to Nivea.

To be honest, this job is very tough and strenuous. I am already half dead. I don't play golf and am not actually in favour of it. Although I know she used to play golf, it does not ignite the slightest wave in me. Sometimes I don't even know why the organisers have to work so hard for a game of golf. They are basically a two-men-and-one-woman team. Yes, and they initiated the beginning of what might be a monumental golf tour in Asia. Big sponsors are coming in and they find great commercial values from their supporting of the tour.

Waking me up from ignorance is a 12 year old boy. He plays golf and is fantastically talented at it. He takes the game seriously and at the same time has fun. He talks about it to me with so much of passion that I felt ashamed of my narrow view regarding the tournament. Then it suddenly hit me that the kid-golfer's ambition is keeping the entire golf arena alive. Without people like him and his father who sacrificed so much for his son's golf education, no one would play golf.

I may not share the same type of passion with him and the organisers, but I experienced their commitment. And it is this commitment that keeps me grounded and focused to my job. It is the very commitment that motivates me to persevere. I may not be able to perceive golf the way the 12 year kid does. But I can look at him the way I do, which is with admiration and respect. For this, life is indeed beautiful.