Life can be unpredictable, and that is one of its aspects. If life were to become predictable, it might lose a lot of its appeal. My life has been unpredictable, and I’ve had a lot of encounters in the most unlikely places.
My opinion is that the Goraji (British) golf course in Shillong, India, which is a part of the golf club, is the best course in East India. It has a distinct advantage that is unheard of elsewhere. It has female caddies. It is an artist’s dream to watch the Meghalaya girls from Shillong carry your set or retrieve a long shot with the wood because they have the most beautiful legs. They are a charming group who dress in short dresses or shorts.
A remembrance
I played golf here when I was a subaltern, and I remember that at least two of them slept with me after the game. After 18 holes of golf, it was heady sex. There is nowhere else in India like Shillong, which is unique.
I’ll now discuss the golf partners who are more sophisticated. Native Americans tend to be shy and will only play and leave, but I’ve courted white Americans and they don’t mind having a drink after a game. This removes the icing, and after experimenting with them on numerous occasions, the outcome has frequently been positive.
I recall playing golf with a Boston-born American woman. She was a consultant who had traveled to Dubai for a brief assignment. On the golf course, we teamed up, and on weekday evenings, we would play golf. A few days later, I asked her to join me for a drink at the Abu Dhabi rooftop bar. After that, I drove my Mustang at 150 mph while I was driving her.
We became close, and I found out she was married. Since I would have avoided it if I had known, I was honestly perplexed. Although I told the truth, she mistook me for being single and unattached. However, we had a fulfilling relationship that brought both of us great joy. She was also becoming more serious, as women often do. It’s time to stop so that no harm will be done. However, we played one final round of golf and had a drink at the bar before hurriedly driving 150 km to the Mercure Resort in the Hafeet Mountains for the final—or should I say finale?—round.
However, relationships do not end, and I continue to receive her emails. She invited me to Boston, but I’m worried about her marriage because it’s in trouble. I hope I wasn’t the cause. There are so many interactions on the golf course, but none of them turn out like the last one. For a sensitive and considerate man like myself, simple friendship can also be delightful at times.