. 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 […]
.s I’ll start with the greetings Mark Anthony used when he saw Brutus for the first time post the assassination of Julius Caesar… ‘Kem Cho’? However, our lovely editor Anahita, has just informed me that this is a print medium, and so unfortunately our…..er millions of readers won’t be able to reply to any greetings […]
In keeping with the ongoing summer season, PT’s Writer extraordinaire, Dara Khodaiji presents a hilarious Bawaji Travel Story-Series, filled with humour and fun, to kick off that perfect weekend mood! It’s Sunday morning of 10th March. Rutimai is immersed in Parsi Times. Darabsha is lolling on his easy chair and mulling over the Racing Times. […]
Just like my hair, it’s come and gone. Just like Jehangir Uncle’s breathing, and Coomi Aunty’s sighing… it just came and left. Of course, many people hope Coomi Aunty would leave the room with her sighs, but that’s a story for another day. But, now that you bring it up, do you ever wonder why […]
. Dear Persian reader (86%), Dear Half Persian reader (9%), Dear Non Persian reader (5%), and Dear Shri Rahul Gandhi (.25%), in this column the writer, (henceforth to called myself), will use his years of being ignored by women, (Parsi and non-Parsi), to bring low light into dark tunnels. It is similar to what the […]