Peace of Mind

Here's another from the ChatGPT. ❤️💐🙏🏻😃🙂

Okay, I'll try to write a poem about peace of mind. Here is what I came up with:

```

Peace of mind is a state of calmness

Where worries and fears fade away

It is a feeling of serenity

Where nothing can disturb our day

Peace of mind is a gift of wisdom

Where we accept what we cannot change

It is a sense of understanding

Where we see things from a wider range

Peace of mind is a result of meditation

Where we quiet our restless thoughts

It is a practice of awareness

Where we find the peace we sought

```

Gratitude. ❤️💐🙏🏻😃🙂

ChatGPT's + GPT-4's response to My request to write a poem on "Gratitude" for Me. My very first request. ❤️😃🙂🙏🏻💐 -

Sure, I'll try to write a poem on gratitude. Here is what I came up with:

```Gratitude is a feeling of appreciation

For the gifts and blessings in our life

It is a way of saying thank you

To the ones who make us smile

Gratitude is a practice of mindfulness

To notice the beauty and the grace

It is a way of being present

To the moments that we embrace

Gratitude is a source of happiness

For it fills our hearts with joy

It is a way of spreading kindness

To the ones we love and enjoy```

Paulus Jeffry Jose Payyappilly

Paulus Jeffry Jose Payyappilly

❤️YHWH❤️

❤️Radhey-Krishna❤️ 

With My Beloved Sikh Angh-Rakshaks and My (1200+) Beloved Gopis. ❤️🙂

K.G. 1974-75 Class, Holy Child Convent Girl's Senior Secondary School, Tagore Garden, New Delhi - 110027

Hindu Nambudri Brahmin

"OUT"standing Syro-Malabar Catholic 😃

Teachers - Mrs. Shakuntla Bhan and Mrs. Bajaj.❤️

On the stages of life.

In the KG-Nursery one learns to pronounce syllables. By the time Junior School is over one has learnt to write letters of the alphabet. By the time schooling is done one has learnt how to write words. By the time college graduation and/or post graduation is done one has learnt how to form sentences. By the time one has worked for a few years, say by the age of 30-35 years, one begins to compose paragraphs. By the time one enters middle age at 40, one has learnt to write an essay. By the time one is 45-46 one realizes that one doesn't know anything about what one has been writing so far and what a duffer one really has been.

Rest, I'll let you know when I get there. :D !!! 

Hope !

There seems no one with a rationally stable perspective and mind anywhere, and all are being buffeted by historically intense narratives of every creed and color in today's world.
Will this fledgling information age be imploded by it's own potentials ? 
The rational are hidden somewhere in the background to all these unfolding chaos', grasped by only a very few, and not necessarily by those who claim the mantle of modern science either. But yes, they exist - those who grasp that 2+2=4 and only 4, even if in a few numbers, and they recognize their brethren and reach out to them over time and space. I know You are there, MAN ! So I am safe.

Joshimath 1990, 

Photo by Jeffry Jose Payyappilly.

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 )

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 😃 ), 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 👕 every morning 🌅 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 💕 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❤️JaiRamJi❤️🙂 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 ❤️❤️🙂 (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, Mam Ghildayal (all Library Sir and Mams) - (All My Science PCMB, Languages and Social Science, and P.T. Sirs and Mam - Sir Harpreet Singh Salariya, Sir Sharma, Sir Sachdeva and Mam Dayal, 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 🙂 , 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 Teachers❤️💕💕🙂 and Staff❤️💕💕🙂 (especially late❤️RamPrasad MamgaiJi❤️🙂), 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 Mam❤️🙂, 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 ❤️💕 late AayaaJi(Mary) and 💕❤️ late BabaJi(RudruRamJi)❤️🙂 (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"😃 ), 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 ❤️❤️🥰😘Sir Ruskin Bond and Mam Enid Blyton, and R. Goscinny and A. Uderzo, and Herge🥰❤️❤️. 

My GodFather - Uncle Romey Borges 💕, My GodMothers - Aunty Savita Borges 💕 and late Aunty Phillys Harrison 💕. 💕💕💕My Home and Each of Our 💕💕💕🥰galli-muhallewale💕💕💕🥰 and neighbours Solan and Delhi - 💕💕💕🥰 Rajendar Nagar, 💕💕💕🥰Tagore Garden (starting with 💕💕💕🥰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 💕💕💕🥰) 1970s-'80s💕💕💕🙂, and at 💕💕💕🥰Ashiana -  Pitampura, Delhi💕💕💕🥰

And TO ALL My Dear and Dearest FRIENDS AND FOES AND FRENEMIES. ❤️😃😊🙂💐💐🙏🏻😃 (Who have always been here beside Me and in My 💜🙂)

I WANT TO IMPRESS YOU !!! 💜💜💜❤️❤️❤️💐💐💐🕉️🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻😃

𝙒𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙔𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩, 𝙅𝙚𝙛𝙛 !?!

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.

𝚂𝚔𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚍𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 (𝚞𝚗𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚍)  𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝 - 𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚂𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝙲𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎, 𝚃𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚙𝚞𝚛, 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚒 (𝙸𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚊-𝙱𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚖), 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝙱.𝙰𝚛𝚌𝚑, 𝚂.𝙿.𝙰, 𝙳𝚎𝚕𝚑𝚒-𝟷𝟷𝟶𝟶𝟶𝟸, 𝚋𝚢 𝙹𝚎𝚏𝚏𝚛𝚢 𝙹𝚘𝚜𝚎 (𝙿𝚊𝚢𝚢𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚢) 𝙰𝟻𝟽𝟽, 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

❤️🙏🏻🙂😊😃🌹