“For some” or “Foursome”

I am now nicely ensconced in Shillong, Meghalaya, India. I’ll be here
for a month, doing some learning with the good folk at Martin Luther Christian University: teaching a course, learning a bit about tribal communities, and doing a workshop for PhD students, among other things. I have been hospitably received, this hospitality being a red thread tying together the mystery that is India.

This is my second time to India, and it seems oddly familiar and oddly strange at the same time. Let me illustrate. In order to gain some bearings as I move through the fog of jet lag, I decided to go for a walk after Saturday breakfast in the guest house where I am staying. My walk gave me an appreciation for the geography of the place. Part of the allure of Shillong, is that it is a city on hills, sharp hills, with lovely multi-story housing clinging to the steep like wild vines to a tree trunk. Winding weathered roads hold these homes together like a net strewn over rocks. I made my way along a bit of string on this walk, which took me to the local golf course right in the middle of town.

This being India, a tour through a golf course is, in itself, a revelation. There are clearly worn walking trails crossing the fairways, reminding me of cow paths back on the farm, meandering from a to b, with enough clarity to know where you are going but with enough drift to make the tour leisurely. They seemed a bit out of place on a fairway. In my experience in North America, the public does not generally swing through golf courses, but here the signs on the course make it clear that it is okay to do this, with a handful of provisos: no lunching on fairways, no meandering on the greens, no balls larger than the golfing sort for sport, watch out for golfers etc. In fact, on Sunday evening at sunset the fairways were full of families picnicking (in defiance of rule number one). It was a lovely sight.

On my Saturday walk after reading the sign, I chuckled and then came upon a most interesting scene. On one of the greens, I was surprised to see a part of eleven – yes eleven! – golfers at play. I have always wondered why four was the magic number on the courses I have played (perhaps an altogether too generous verb here). It seems another magic is at work in India. You play with the number of friends golfing. I later saw a party of seven, and so I can imagine there are permutations above and below and between four and seven, when considering a fitting “some.”

I’m not sure which hit me as more enticing, the idea that a golf course need not be dedicated to one pursuit alone, or whether the rules of the game might be bent to the needs of the community. I suppose, both speak to the reality that is Shillong. I trust that this month will give me yet more insights into not only the oddity of this place, but the oddity of my own, that place that prescribes a maximum of foursome and the dedication of expansive space to those with clubs in their hands.


5 thoughts on ““For some” or “Foursome”

  1. shoreacres says:

    I like your way of using the red thread as a metaphor for the hospitality you’re received. I vaguely remembered the red thread has some importance in Hinduism. I looked it up, and always have profited from your journey there by increased knowledge!

    It took me a minute to find the connection of your part of India to the rest of the country. That’s quite a slim ‘land bridge’ connecting the two parts. I also was surprised to see so many Christian denominations represented there. I was sure I’d found your golf course, thanks to a number of named establishments around a green space on the map: Golf View Bed and Breakfast, for example. Then, I found it, and some photos of it. Lovely!

    As for picnicing on a fairway or playing with whoever shows up? Both are absolutely foreign to our culture, and absolutely charming. I think I just fell a little in love with India.

    • shoreacres says:

      Ahem. That would be “already have profited from your journey there.”

    • agjorgenson says:

      It is interesting, the folk here call the land on the other side of the “bridge” the “mainland.” This speaks a bit to their experience, I think.

      The area is full of indigenous people who do not have a Hindu background, and many became Christian in the 19th century. There are still a good number who practice the traditional religions.I’m looking forward to learning more about this part of India, and will also stay a few days in Mumbai at the end, visiting some friends there.

      India is, indeed, charming…

  2. “The oddity of our own.” I really like seeing this place through your writing; thank you for describing it so well. What a great gift to a writer, to be an outsider seeing the world with new eyes. Thank-you!

    • agjorgenson says:

      Thanks, and what a delight to be here! Tomorrow is first class, and so I am looking very forward to that. Plus, they put a heater in my room today: grace upon grace!

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