Monday, 26 August 2013

A story for those who scoff at The Master's authority - from I think Anthony de Mello S.J.'s books

Once there was a spiritual discourse in progress as the Master was holding forth. It was believed by many that the Master was Divine and all powerful. As the Master spoke eloquently about all things spiritual, holding many enraptured, one young man scoffed at the Master's Words cynically and loudly, thus disturbing the audience. The Master ignored him and continued with the discourse but the scoffer persisted in making snide comments on the master's Ideas, interrupting the flow of the session repeatedly. 

Some of the disciples tried to quiet the man but to no avail. Finally everyone, including the Master, gave up. He called the young man to the front of the audience and asked him if there was something He could do to satisfy the young man's scepticism.


The man was thrilled, since he had all the attention of the audience riveted on himself. Now he had a  never before opportunity to show down the Master and prove that the Master was just another charlatan. 


He declared that the Master was a fraud and if He was Divine and as powerful and perfect, as this audience believes, let Him produce a perfect apple for him.


The Master laughed out loud and said, 'Is that all you can think of, young man ? Ok here you can have it !" and the Master bent forward, picked an apple, from a fruit basket that was placed in front of Him, and handed it to the cynical scoffer.


The man took the apple, looked over it and handed it back to the Master, announcing, " Ho Ho ! This is not a perfect apple Mister. This is beginning to rot on one side and has blemishes. What I want is your Divine Perfect Heavenly Apple, that everyone claims you can produce."


The Master replied, taking back the apple, "I'm so sorry to disappoint you, young man, but considering your present faculties, this is as close to a Divine Perfect Heavenly Apple you can get to, now."


( this, my version of the story )

Sunday, 21 July 2013

What's your concept, Jeff !?! (from S.P.A days)-by Jeffry Jose Payyappilly

This is for Tapan Sir (who Inspired Me by his True Passion <Single-Minded JUNOON> for one's Work in Architectural Design in My very first years in college), Ashok Grover Sir (who taught Me about Simplicity), S K Khanna Sir (who taught Me again about simplicity and about the Love and ensuing pain a Teacher feels when his student lands up with a Late yet Brilliant submission everytime and he has to bite his tongue and cut his marks for being late πŸ˜ƒ ), Priyalam Singh Mam (who taught Me so much about the nature of Nature and about My own Nature too) - ( My 1st year S.P.A Studio Teachers' Team, I.P. Estate, New Delhi - 110002) 1989-90; and especially for Sir I M Chisti (who taught Me the nature of the sometimes absurd yet absolutely Fascinating World of The (Foundational) Theory of Design ie. of All Design) and Sir Rasik Behl (who beyond Design taught Me how even a poor yet conscencious Man will and does wear even his ordinary un-ironed shirt πŸ‘• every morning πŸŒ… before setting out to work)
Also for Sir Ravindra Swaroop and Sir Arvind Krishan (both My Structural Engineering Professors at SPA), Sir Mandeep Singh, Sir Manoj Mathur, Sir Bahri, Sir Malay Chatterjee (who taught Me the real nature of Love πŸ’• and Kindness, especially towards oneself), Meena Mani Mam, Sir Vasant Kamath, Mam Revati Kamath, late Sir Satish Grover, Sir Anil Dewan, Sir Savarkar (COA, Tilak Marg, New Delhi - 110001,+SPA), Sir Ranjan (COA+SPA), late Sir Raori, 
Dear late❀️JaiRamJiβ€οΈπŸ™‚ and staff (SPA), late Sir Dheeraj Choudhary (COA), late Sir Swapan Biswas (COA), late Sir O.P. Sharma (COA), Reema Mam (COA), and All Who have Guided and Inspired Me to give My Best, from My Home to My School to College and later.
Especially late Sir Subrat Basu and Pandit Kaushik Ji Sir β€οΈβ€οΈπŸ™‚ (My Art Teachers at St. Xavier's School), late Sir Imlay (Wood Workshop, Xavier's), Sir Basil Miranda (Biology), Sir A.K. Das (Physics), Sir Shyam Sundar Sharma (Maths), late Sir Abraham (Maths), Mam Sharada Krishnan (Maths), Mam Ann Thomas (Maths), Mam Alice Jacob (Physics), Sir K.D.Thomas (Physics), Mrs. Mathews (Biology, both), late Sir Sarin (Chemistry), Sir Suresh Pal (Engineering Drawing), late Mrs. Scott (Maths), late Mam Nicholas, Sr. Beatrice, late Mam Kanta Kapoor (all three from My Prep-1st standards), and late Mam D.D. Singh (Science), Mam Monica D'souza (Science), Mam Marlene D'souza (Science), late Mam C. C. Fernandes (Science), late Mam Carmen Pinto (Science), late (both) Mr. And Mrs.Robinson (both Library) - (All My Science PCMB, Languages and Social Science, and P.T. Teachers at St. Xavier's, Raj Niwas Marg, New Delhi - 110054), late Sir Swaraj Paul (My Indian Music Teacher S.X.S), Sir Basil Miranda (again πŸ™‚ , My Music, Art, Biology Teacher S.X.S), late Sir Moses DeMello (English and Music-Choir, S.X.S), Sir Param Vir (My Western Music Teacher S.X.S) and Each One of The Jesuits starting with Rev. T. V. Kunnunkal, Br. Itoop, Rev. Puthumana, late Rev. Mathaikal, late Rev. Parekattil, Rev. John Ari, late Rev. Paul Falstich, late Rev. Mayor, late Rev. Worth, Rectors and each Jesuit Rev. who came before or after, Each One of My/Our Dear Teachersβ€οΈπŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ™‚ and Staffβ€οΈπŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ™‚ (especially late❀️RamPrasad MamgaiJiβ€οΈπŸ™‚), late RaviJi (canteen), late Sir Salema and Victor Sir (both Stationary and books stores) of St.Xavier's, Raj Niwas Marg, New Delhi - 110054. Mam Shakuntla Bhan and Mam Bajaj, Librarian Mamβ€οΈπŸ™‚, Each One of The Sisters (starting with late Sr. Innocence), Teachers and Staff at Holy Child Convent Girl's Sr. Sec. School, Tagore Garden, New Delhi - 110027. Each One of The Sisters of Destitute (starting with Sr. Cyril), and Staff at St. Mary's Convent School, Kasauli, Himachal Pradesh, late Rev. Emmanuel and Teachers (starting with late Gyanchand MasterJi, Uncle Romey Borges, Aunty Savita Borges, Aunty Pratibha Nath) and Staff of St. Luke's School, Solan, Himachal Pradesh. Our Dear Dear β€οΈπŸ’• late AayaaJi(Mary) and πŸ’•β€οΈ late BabaJi(RudruRamJi)β€οΈπŸ™‚ (at Solan). Each one of My/Our Parish Priests and Bishops, all through (starting with late Rev. Edward from St. Marks, Tagore Garden and Punjabi Bagh in the 1970s and '80s (Delhi), Bishop Ignatius (who asked Me why I wasn't named "Ignatius"πŸ˜ƒ ), Br. D.C and everyone from St. Columbus Sr. Sec. School (at Gol Dak Khana, Sacred Heart Cathedral, New Delhi)
(Also Salvadori and Mathaes (Structural Mechanics), the Legendary Shri D.S. Mathur Ji (author of My favourite class 11th-12th Physics textbook), and Sir Christopher Alexander (of "The Timeless Way of Building" and "Pattern Language"+), and late ❀️❀️ Ayn Rand and Dr. Leonard Peikoff and late ❀️ Rev. Anthony DeMello S.J and Dear Dear Dear ❀️❀️πŸ₯°πŸ˜˜Sir Ruskin Bond and Mam Enid Blyton, and R. Goscinny and A. Uderzo, and HergeπŸ₯°β€οΈβ€οΈ. 
My GodFather - Uncle Romey Borges πŸ’•, My GodMothers - Aunty Savita Borges πŸ’• and late Aunty Phillys Harrison πŸ’•. πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•My Home and Each of Our πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ₯°galli-muhallewaleπŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ₯° and neighbours Solan and Delhi - πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ₯° Rajendar Nagar, πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ₯°Tagore Garden (starting with πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ₯°Karamchandani Aunty and Uncle Ji and Shukla Uncle and Bala Aunty, Nirmal Didi, little Deepa, Kusum Didi, Yogi, Minki, Pulkit aka Capsule and his Mummy and Daddy [wherever you are now], late PapaJi, late BibiJi, MausaJi, Naresh, Puppy, Kaka, Ballu, Sukha, Pajja, Preeti, Oma, Mohini, Cheeya, Kuju πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ₯°) 1970s-'80sπŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ™‚, and at πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ₯°Ashiana -  Pitampura, DelhiπŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ’•πŸ₯°

And TO ALL My Dear and Dearest FRIENDS AND FOES AND FRENEMIES. β€οΈπŸ˜ƒπŸ˜ŠπŸ™‚πŸ’πŸ’πŸ™πŸ»πŸ˜ƒ (Who have always been here beside Me and in My πŸ’œπŸ™‚)

I WANT TO IMPRESS YOU !!! πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œβ€οΈβ€οΈβ€οΈπŸ’πŸ’πŸ’πŸ•‰οΈπŸ™πŸ»πŸ™πŸ»πŸ™πŸ»πŸ˜ƒ

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙔𝙀π™ͺ𝙧 π˜Ύπ™€π™£π™˜π™šπ™₯𝙩, π™…π™šπ™›π™› !?!

I coined this word called "Concept"
though I didn't know what it'd mean.

I've been searching for it's meaning
but it's been eluding me ever since.

Oh Concept ! Oh Concept ! Oh Concept !
Growing wider and higher each day,
As expert circles in deep discussions
are growing smaller in despair.

Though they say they know it all,
What they know they cannot say ! )

Give yourself a meaning Concept !
You're in my mind, just stay.

πš‚πš”πšŽπšπšŒπš‘ πš˜πš›πš’πšπš’πš—πšŠπš•πš•πš’ πšπš˜πš—πšŽ πšπš˜πš› (πšžπš—πšœπšžπš‹πš–πš’πšπšπšŽπš)  πšπš‘πšŽπšœπš’πšœ πš™πš›πš˜πš“πšŽπšŒπš - π™½πšŠπšπš’πš˜πš—πšŠπš• πš‚πšŒπš’πšŽπš—πšŒπšŽ π™²πšŽπš—πšπš›πšŽ, πšƒπš’πš–πšŠπš›πš™πšžπš›, π™³πšŽπš•πš‘πš’ (π™Έπš—πšπš’πšŠ-π™±πš‘πšŠπš›πšŠπšπšŠπš–), πšπš˜πš› πšπš’πš—πšŠπš• πš’πšŽπšŠπš›, 𝙱.π™°πš›πšŒπš‘, πš‚.𝙿.𝙰, π™³πšŽπš•πš‘πš’-𝟷𝟷𝟢𝟢𝟢𝟸, πš‹πš’ π™ΉπšŽπšπšπš›πš’ π™Ήπš˜πšœπšŽ (π™ΏπšŠπš’πš’πšŠπš™πš™πš’πš•πš•πš’) π™°πŸ»πŸ½πŸ½, 𝟷𝟿𝟿𝟽-𝟿𝟾.

And then this - 
https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PL5lNBSQoIhJz4VjtvREeXc5x5_6WIIM7I&si=XNj_9VJ-w8_VA-8w 

https://youtu.be/uKxwOWLmVv8?si=98AyR7V-bCHsHMxW

https://youtu.be/MRwLyefu0G0?si=e86GZZ488DcT6eJ5

β€οΈπŸ™πŸ»πŸ™‚πŸ˜ŠπŸ˜ƒπŸŒΉ

Wednesday, 15 May 2013

Simplified - Pining for Mother (India)

Freed from complexities, 
never to return
to feel one's own earth
beneath one's feet
is the true reason for my slow heartburn.

... inspired by Rahul Gandhi's words at CII 2013

Sunday, 24 March 2013

Land of Shiva

I live in the Land Of Lord Shiva, my Father Almighty YHWH
He looks over me and my land from the Himalayas
with love, strength and care
Even if in life I'd miss a step or two
I absolutely know HE's there
to carry any burden, heavy or light
that the world tries to load me with
and humble any wanton who belligerently
His own children dares !

Shiva

BRAHMA ! VISHNU ! SHIVA MY LORD !

 ALLAH ! ISHWAR ! ALMIGHTY GOD !

 Bless all children on The Earth,

 the People, the plants, the animals and birds !

To you, Jeff (My next life)


It's 2:15 am in the early morning hours and completely silent. No traffic sounds, or people. Everyone, Achachan, Amachi included are fast asleep. I was awakened from My sleep by My Father Almighty Lord Shiva YHWH, Thou, with a train of thoughts to be put down on paper and delivered to The Chosen Ones.
I ask - What Father ?
and He answers - Write Jeff !
What Father ?
Jeff, just write on ...,
first close Your eyes and listen in to Your thoughts, to My Words.
So I do so.
...and here is what I hear -

You Jeff, have come from The Lineage of Namboodaris and early Jewish Christains, for The Payyappillys (especially The Paravoor Lineage who accepted Christ Jesus into Your hearts and into Your fold through Jesus' own Disciple Thomas and Jewish Christain traders settled in Kerala in the first century of the first millenium AD long before the West got a Visitation from any Apostle and from My Holy Spirit) are a True Repository of My Graces. You span the Best and the Highest of both The Eastern Hindu India and The Western Jewish Christains. The Namboodaris are not an ordinary caste and Your status as such has not been a result of fits and jumps such as can be acquired by a few like it happened with Eklavya in The Epic Days of The Mahabharat. The Namboodari's status is One acquired by consistent and deligent work and devotion to The Holy Spirit through years of dedication by a whole lineage to this Divine pursuit ...

Now close Your eyes and listen in again, Jeff.

And Yes, Your own father has also walked the talk to the best of his ability. ... and You do too, as You write My Word now ... !

The Christian

THE CHRISTIAN - It really doesn't serve him in any way though. It's not really as if the Christian wants to convert others to his own faith. It's just that he wants to tell his fellow man that something very important and profound has happened on this Planet Earth some 2000 years ago, something so unprecedented that it deserves telling even at the cost of his own comfort or sometimes even at the cost of his own life. That's the crux of all the strifes that afflict the excited Christian who, when he himself really understands the importance and profoundness of that event and eventful Life, can't but shout for joy from the hilltop about his discovery. That's really hard on himself too.
How does one announce this Good News without being overzealously aggressive or even zealously aggressive and insensitive ? That's the issue. It takes time and patience to learn it. Sometimes immense patience and effort at self correction and empathy for there is 'as much if not more' to learn from others too - 'SAID HONESTLY! '

Tirath Sthan :)

Ab rahe do tirath sthan
Haridwar aur Hongkong.
New York ko to Washington kha gaya
aur hamara NRI bhai bhi vapas aagaya !!!

From the Ganges to the Hudson - The migrant's prayer πŸ˜ƒβ€οΈ

Holy dip in the Hudson river
May it wash my miseries and sins away
and please Lord, may the Dollar... the Dollar...
The Precious Dollar always hold sway !

On Irrational Exuberances, a tribute to The Maestro - Alan Greenspan :)

Salaam-alan-ko
Alan-ko-asalaam ! :D !

Bubbly Bubbly Bursty!
All come tumbling down.
Climbing up the ticker tape
then dive and hit the ground.
The bump that's showing on the chart
now on my head is found.
OOPS! Bubbly Bubbly Bursty!
All come tumbling down !!! :D !

Cradle of life

Up and down
rocks the cradle of life
How does it matter
what I do ?
Whether I lived
whether I died
whether I did
or I didn't do ?
Of no consequence
would be the same
I might have had fortune
or maybe just fame
but none does matter
in the ultimate game
for life seems so small
though my doings look tall
In the light of truth
they have no meaning at all
except to rock the cradle
and that's all.

Post script -


Is life really small ?

Are my doings really tall ?
Or do they just look tall ?
I think-
Rocking the cradle
can't be all !

Stories

Every person's
got a story to tell
If I tell you mine
You admire, I sell !

The Absolute

I came across the absolute
and there's nothing more to say

No need to be a guide to all

No need to show the way

for 2 + 2 = 4

from day to day to day.

Silence

In silence
 we have met
no word
 nor touch did say
everything that
 we felt
when only silence
 held it's sway.

Friday, 22 March 2013

My Father Almighty - The Word of Life - John 1, 10-14.

10 The Word was in the world, and though God made the world through him, yet the world did not recognize him. 11 He came to his own country, but his own people did not receive him. 12 Some however, did receive him and believed in him; so he gave them the right to become God's children. 13 They did not become God's children by natural means, that is, by being born as the children of a human father; God himself was their Father.
14 The Word became a human being and full of grace and truth, lived among us. We saw his glory, the glory which he received as the Father's only Son.