It was a peaceful Saturday morning and Meherwanji was quietly reading his Parsi Times when Meherbai announced that she wanted a two-day week-end break in Udvada. “I won’t drive that far!” said Meherwanji. “You won’t have to” Meherwanji: Then how do we go? Walking? Meherbai: No! No! My darling Meheloo, my neice Farida and her boy-friend Soli Sales-Tax […]
For Old Champs’ Sake! . Somebody asked a Parsi gentleman as to why Parsi New Year comes so early in the year, in the month of August, generally. I still remember the old gentleman’s reply, “Dikra, aay pakar,” and no, please don’t insert any double meaning here. No, my grandfather simply asked my six-year-old self […]
One Saturday morning, around 11:00 am, Hormusji felt like having a cup of coffee while reading Parsi Times on the net. It was Lockdown time and he had just finished cooking and doing jhadoo-pochcha, washing clothes, cleaning the vara-mori and the basins . He was dog-tired and wanted a coffee-break. Farida: Where are you off to? Hormusji: The kitchen. […]
The famous Mandli-girls (all over 75) and boys (all over 80) met at the Gateways’s famous Yacht Club. This time they met to discuss foods conducive to good health in old age, because kaaley uthiney apro badhano budhapo avsey… as 90-year-old Rustom Pehelwan observed wisely! It’s another matter that they went overboard and over-ordered everything unhealthy on […]
. It was Fali, who put it beautifully, “Aare lockdown khallas thai gayo!!” These words were the best sounding words in the last decade. Only other words that came close are, “Liverpool lead the E.P.L,” and “Katy’s left her husband.” But these last few words are highly personal. Ironically, Katy’s husband was a diehard Liverpool […]
Readers may know by now that for years, there was a love-connection between Farida-fuiji of Rustom Baug and her sago, Soli, of Chikkalwadi. Since years, shameless Soli would arrive at Farida’s house every morning at 10:00 am sharp and plonk himself on the sofa! The Rustom Baug watchman and neighbours would set their clocks and watches saying, […]
. This (the Community’s number one weekly) is called ‘Parsi Times’… but these are not ‘Parsi times’! If you check the word Parsi in the Oxford dictionary at my house, it says, ‘Parsi: a person who is good, virtuous, jolly, warm hearted, generous and may indulge in light scratching’. But right now, it is tough […]
. In his epic, award winning novel, Zubin Gimmy has spent 77 pages on the subject. The book, of course is known to every single Parsee. I mean, who has not read, ‘Mastak Maa Beemari’. Zubin himself didn’t. And that explained the 64 spelling mistakes. Credit to Zubin though, as he dealt with all the […]
. Now my uncle, Ardeshir, is bit slow. For the first 15 years of his life, he thought only Parsis lived in Maharashtra. (Who said Great idea?? Please don’t say things like that even if it makes good sense!) Of course, geographically speaking, uncle Ardeshir thought that Rustom Baug was Maharashtra. (Again, I’m telling you […]
. First a slice of history… when the Parsis decided to leave Iran because of terrible traffic congestion more than a 1,000 years ago, there were three factions – One Faction wanted to sail to India; The Second Faction opted for Germany; and the Third Faction wanted to sail round and round around Iran, until […]
Once upon a time, not very long ago, lived three very eligible bachelor ‘boys’ (all over 60), who were trying in vain for many years to marry a nice, 100% pure-Parsi girl, i.e. both the parents of the girl should be Parsis. But alas! Something or the other always went wrong and either the girls […]